A message from an Ex daughter in law

Sue is one of the four ex daughters in law who also attended the funeral of my late wife,  Sue, has a caring nature, despite the opinion of a son of mine,

Good morning Les reply to RYOK.

Good thanks for asking, hope you have been too. 

I have been working through the COVID 19 outbreak as an essential services worker in the Courts. There are many precautions in place around the workplace and trains. Previously Greg drove into work and dropped me off when the pandemic seemed rife. Then he was able to work from home.

Sadly, he has been made forcibly redundant after being a loyal employee for 31 years after the company was sold off and some staff moved to the new online one. His skills and experience not required along with a few others including his immediate manager and one of Greg's staff. The other staff member retains a position with the new company mainly as he's cheaper. Amazingly that fellow has the most time off sick leave including was interested in finding a new job and was bagging out the new employer! 

I thank God for my government job, at least I can feel reasonably secure, notwithstanding, unfortunately though, there will always be crime and a need for law and order and my job working for the Courts. I have recently applied for a higher position and so far have passed, at any rate, I have made it through the culling stage so I will be on the talent pool. 

So there will be a good payout, but after 31 years, hardly any sick leave, loyalty and the only original employee left, so should it be. But alas, it won't last forever, there is an entirely new lifestyle ahead, one we didn't plan on. Given his age, specialist skills set and the economic climate in the future, there is next to zero chance of finding employment. I now find myself in the task of the breadwinner. This was not the road plan for my twilight working years.

So along with many thousands out of work and scrambling to find out a decent living wage, the older generation will be cast aside in favour of cheap labour. We will definitely be spending less like so many others and keeping our money in the kitty for another rainy day. For the rest of our lives, however long that may be. 

But we'll get through this, we have to, we have to be strong, life has dealt me yet another blow and as usual, I will have to pick myself up again. I have a loving husband, a beautiful daughter, son in law, gorgeous grandsons, my brothers and other family and friends I hold dear. I will not let this latest blow defeat me. But it's still daunting. 

We will have to use this new abundance of a windfall wisely. I did want to travel to Israel, Egypt and Jordan in the next few years, maybe take my grandkids to Disneyland like I did with their mother but I can always dream and with determination can make the latter workout, I want to. 

So technology can be a good thing but also a destructive thing. Many things have and continue to go online, my husband is one of the latest casualties. I even had an online video interview and assessments. Sad really even if it was due to COVID 19. In the future, no human interaction, just look at the self serve checkouts, online banking and days of old, getting petrol at the garage, someone would pump the petrol, clean the windscreen even, separate butcher's, hardware stores, fruit shops, now it's all in one and shopping centres and we think this is all good but in effect, a detriment to all of us. 

So we should be looking at the human population, how can we sustain ourselves if there aren't enough people working to keep others? Just food for thought.

Thought for the Day

Lying around, pondering the problems of the world, I realized that, at my age, I don’t really give a rat’s ass anymore.

If walking is good for your health, the postman would be immortal.

A whale swims all day, only eats fish, and drinks water, but is still fat.

A rabbit runs, and hops, and only lives 15 years, while a tortoise doesn’t run, and does mostly nothing, yet it lives for 150 years. And they tell us to exercise? I don’t think so.

Now that I’m older, here’s what I’ve discovered:

1. I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.
2. My wild oats are mostly enjoyed with prunes and all-bran.
3. Funny, I don’t remember being absent-minded.
4. Funny, I don’t remember being absent-minded.
5. If all is not lost, then where the heck is it?
6. It was a whole lot easier to get older, than it was to get wiser.
7. Some days, you’re the top dog, some days you’re the hydrant.
8. I wish the buck really did stop here; I sure could use a few of them.
9. Kids in the back seat cause accidents.
10. Accidents in the back seat cause kids.
11. It is hard to make a comeback when you haven’t been anywhere.
12. The world only beats a path to your door when you’re in the bathroom.
13. If God wanted me to touch my toes, he’d have put them on my knees.
14. When I’m finally holding all the right cards, everyone wants to play chess.
15. It is not hard to meet expenses…they’re everywhere.
16. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
17. These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter…I go somewhere to get something, and then wonder what I’m “here after”.
18. Funny, I don’t remember being absent-minded.
19. It is a lot better to be seen than viewed.
20. Have I sent this message to you before…or did I get it from you?

The New Australian $10 Notes Have COVID-19

I have a daily newspaper delivered.

I was up early one morning to witness the delivery of my newspaper which was thrown willy nilly into the front garden from a vehicle. In theory, the delivery is scheduled to be at your door, however, it could land on your garden - driveway fish pond or anywhere it can become wet and soggy and partially unreadable when it has come in contact with rainfall or the neighbour's dog.
Most of the news lately is centred on the present pandemic followed by that of Middle Eastern crime celebs, drugs murder arson and serious road accidents. However, the subject which hits the front and rear pages and is of little or no importance to most readers particularly myself are blazing reports on Thugby League which has been defunct for the past two months  Yet it absorbs 20% of my newspapers content. the inane crap voiced by sportswriters and those of ugly overweight tattooed muttonheads who complain about the loss of income plus whining stories from dim-witted followers of this stupid so-called sport.
 The racing Guide is another waste of space with yet another 10-15 % of unreadable gobbledygook. I suppose it only fair to say despite my opinion that even the boneheads of society keep bread on the tables of equally boneheaded sportswriters.
My main interests are the crosswords, which would tax the brains of most sportswriters. Oh yes, I do like the History page, I have a vast knowledge of history.

Vest Daily Gaggle.

I have returned.

 Returning yesterday I had been in Wyong Hospital for a week having surgery. Prior to that a host of medical appointments; with more to come. I must admit my stay was better than on previous occasions with more personal contact with the staff, particularly showering; spare me the details.

Having had to catch up with a weeks mail and other domestic clutter my past twenty-four hours have been a trifle chaotic, travelling to other websites long overdue will become a reality when my mind becomes more focussed. In the meanwhile, I shall try and find a long-forgotten post of some interest, Back soon.

Diaster Day. Sunday

 Not a happy day today. Christopher my son who is my main carer has as a result of unusual Manual activities, in particular, the assembly of the Exercise Bike, done his back in so he describes the ongoing pain he is suffering.  Thereby making it necessary for me to venture forth to the local convenience store- 5 mins journey on my Mobility Scooter.  This was the first time in seven weeks out by myself and having purchased Milk and other necessities made the trip successfully apart from the problem of losing my Wallet someplace on the return trip. which needless to say is a *^@+$#f Nuisance there was over 100 dollars plus numerous cards Banking Health and about ten other cards in the mix. It is not so much the money being the problem but the cards will take an awful lot of explaining to replace them.
Having retraced my journey without result I can only assume someone has picked my wallet up and may or may not return it to me, I can only hope. My son is now in the process of reporting the loss to the bank - medicare and other institutions. BUGGER.

My New Bike

WORDS ON WEDNES DAY.

                                         Words This week are supplied By Elephants Child.

                                       They are. Body, Night, Black , Cry, Water and Action.

This story is based on a true incident happening overnight within our household.

   I was awakened during the *night about 4 AM by a strange noise which was followed and a *cry of 'Oh No' from my son. Following a visit to the loo, I drank half of the *water from the covered glass by my bedside; My *body now refreshed, I tiptoed down the hall to see that all the lights were on in the family room and my son sitting among the numerous parts of the large exercise bike which had been delivered in a large box the day before.
 The main colour of this contraption was *black with chrome and red instruction panels. however, there were so many parts to the F er blessed thing which had to be assembled and knowing my sons bent for procrastination, despite his aptitude for fixing things, I was fearful of it ever being put together, so on leaving him to his misery, I toddled off to bed.
I was eventually awake at 8 30am but kept clear of him while he muttered and sighed during the *action-packed construction of this Oriental masterpiece. Notwithstanding the fact it may have originated from WuHan which was a worry - although he told me he sprayed the box with quality Woolies disinfectant.
After seven and a half hours this piece of oriental wizardry was ready for *action, it looks quite impressive, and should help my son in his search for weight loss. However, using it for two minutes left me exhausted.
 

SHARING.

   Christine. ...Dover U/K said...

Sharing

The old man placed an order for one hamburger, French fries and a drink.

He unwrapped the plain hamburger and carefully cut it in half, placing one half in front of his wife.


He then carefully counted out the French fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife.


He took a sip of the drink, his wife took a sip and then set the cup down between them. As he began to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them were looking over and whispering.


Obviously, they were thinking, 'That poor old couple - all they can afford is one meal for the two of them.'


As the man began to eat his fries a young man came to the table and politely offered to buy another meal for the old couple. The old man said they were just fine - they were used to sharing everything


People closer to the table noticed the little old lady hadn't eaten a bite. She sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink.


Again, the young man came over and begged them to let him buy another meal for them.
This time the old woman said 'No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything.'


Finally, as the old man finished and was wiping his face neatly with the napkin, the young man again came over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asked 'What is it you are waiting for?'


She answered --


'THE TEETH.'