If We Were Having Coffee – July 26/2015 Racism, Police Brutality, or a Bad Day?

Racism, Police Brutality, or a Bad Day?

ESCORT TO AFTERNOON HIGH TEA AT KING EDWARD HOTEL (ALEX CONSIGLIO/TORONTO SUN)

Paul Your Barista

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul; I’ll be your barista today. I’m happy to see you have come for a cuppa and a chat. Please come into the garden and make yourself comfortable. Willow fluffed the cushions on the chairs and set the tables in the garden so we can have a cuppa and chat as we soak up the sun and enjoy the beautiful plants. As usual, I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. Also available is a large selection of spirits for addition to your cuppa or in its place. We can relax amongst the flowers while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

Sandra Bland

So, the big news item here this week has been the death of Sandra Bland, a young black woman, in her Texas jail cell, where she ended up after failing to signal a lane change. That sounds absolutely ludicrous, I know, and yet it is true. The police say she was arrested for assaulting a police officer after a traffic stop went bad. And that once in jail, she committed suicide on the 3rd day. Her family says that Sandra was upbeat, not suicidal, and had just moved to Texas from Illinois to start a new job at the university where she had graduated some years before. They suggest that Sandra’s death was not suicide. One of the best coverages I’ve seen so far, including the dash-cam videos from the original arrest, is on CNN    see  here 

Sandra Exiting Car when Threatened with Tazer

If We Were Having Coffee

Would you like another cuppa? Perhaps a sweet? I spent many years on the road and have been stopped by and involved with police and other officials like weight enforcement officers and customs officers, a great deal. When I watched the dash-cam video of the traffic stop that initiated Sandra’s death, I cringed. There was no doubt from early on that the incident was going to escalate and come to a bad end. Typically, of the two people involved – the officer and the citizen – one or the other will take steps to stop escalation. Personally, I always tried to be that person, rather than depending on the officer to back down. In this instance, neither the officer nor Sandra backed down. The officer always has the upper hand as he/she represents the law and their word will be taken over the citizen’s word. In the vast majority of videos I have seen of traffic stops, when the citizen is upset or angry, the officer will reduce the escalation, while still giving the ticket. They are supposedly trained for this and yet this was not what happened in the Sandra Bland traffic stop.

Many media outlets are saying that this is yet another example of how blacks are treated differently and unfairly by law officers. Perhaps this is true – if it happens more often to blacks than whites. In my opinion, this traffic stop, taken on its own, had little to do with race and simply reflects the bad end that occurs when both the officer and the citizen are upset or angry. It escalated to a shoving match which then became an assault charge.

How about a re-fill of your cuppa? Remember all of our sweets are calorie free – so dig in. I was called into a dept of highway scale one day while trucking. I was asked to produce my paperwork and I complied. There was a problem that came from the way the shipper had filled out my bills of lading and I was upset as I had specifically told them how to do it and then I had failed to check to see if they had complied – and they had not. I was completely legal and yet my paperwork indicated that I was illegal. This caused undue problems that resulted in my swearing in front of the scale officer. He immediately backed off and asked if I was having a hard day. I was so surprised by his change of tone that I had to ask what had precipitated it. He admitted that he and the other officers had just undergone training on how to recognize and de-escalate potentially hazardous situations. He wouldn’t elaborate. After about an hour of phone calls and getting new bills of lading faxed with apologies from the shipper, I was free to go.

I began inquiring of the grapevine as to why the Kelly Lake scale officers had been putthrough sensitivity training. The answer was quite amusing, if not in a peaceful way. Apparently some weeks before, an upset driver had been called into the scale as I was. Through no fault of his own, his truck was illegal and the officer was abusive verbally. The driver, a very large man, snapped and reached across the counter, grabbed the officer by his jacket, pulled him screaming over the counter and hit him so hard the officer lost consciousness. There were numerous witnesses and although the driver was charged with assault, all the witnesses made it clear in court that had the officer responded differently, the whole situation would have been avoided. The judge was not pleased with the actions of the officers and ordered sensitivity training. Ha! The driver was found guilty but his punishment was reduced due to extenuating circumstances.

Interior of Sandra’s Cell here 

The sort of encounter that initiated the Sandra Bland situation is not uncommon and is not a function of race. What happened after that, in her case though, is, so far a mystery. The officials show camera footage of the outside of Sandra’s cell that makes it clear that no one entered or left her cell from the time she was last checked until she was found dead, hanging by a garbage bag from an overhead bar. Fellow inmates in nearby cells also testified that no one entered Sandra’s cell and that Sandra was distraught and crying constantly, suggesting she may have taken her own life. She had no criminal record and no record of any mental health problems – although she had mentioned on her Facebook page that she was depressed and suffering from PTSD. An investigation has been launched.

On that note, that’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in with another cuppa and enjoy the garden. Sweets anyone? Please join me in thanking Willow for her invitation to tea. We are all honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Willow is over there serving her guests and chatting it up. Let’s go see how she is today. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you back here forsweets and beverages of your choice again next week.

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If We Were Having Coffee – July 19/2015 : Guest Post

Are These Heavy?

 

your Barista Paul

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul; I’ll be your barista today. I’m happy to see you have come for a cuppa and a chat. Please come into the garden and make yourself comfortable. Willow fluffed the cushions on the chairs and set the tables in the garden so we can have a cuppa and chat as we soak up the sun and enjoy the beautiful plants. As usual, I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. Also available is a large selection of spirits for addition to your cuppa or in its place. We can relax amongst the flowers while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

It’s great to be back here at Willow’s this week. Mark and his family were wonderful hosts whilst Willow was touring the Rhine. So, personally it has been a relatively uneventful week this week. My bed is quite low to the floor and I was having a hard time getting out of it in the morning as my knees don’t work as they used to. I was looking around trying to find a way to raise the bed up 6 or 8 inches – not only for ease of egress but also to allow more storage underneath.

So, I took my handicap bus to Home Depot – for our continental readers, this is a huge building supply chain in North America whose stores each cover acres. You could easily build a house inside the store and never have to go out to get anything.

I wandered around the store for over an hour looking for blocking or anything that could be inexpensively repurposed to raise the bed. I had checked out concrete blocks on-line  before going, so I visited them out in the building supply yard. Whew, they were a lot bigger in person than they were on the screen. At almost 50 pounds each, they were heavy. I checked out the lumber dept but I have few tools and lumber was only sold by the 8, 10 or 12 foot sections. Besides the planks were quite expensive.

Would you like another cuppa? Perhaps a sweet? In the end I found myself back at the concrete blocks – at only $3 each, definitely the best option financially, but the weight. I had a shopping cart and it groaned when I put the first block in – in hindsight I should have gotten one of the big platform dollies they have for heavy supplies. I shifted the block to the back of the cart closest to the handle and over the bigger wheels. Then I loaded in 3 more blocks as the cart sagged lower after each addition. Making my way through the store to the checkout was an adventure as the heavy cart wanted to go in straight lines only. I paid the bill and pushed my blocks out front to wait for my ride. I must confess I was concerned that the driver might object to 200 pounds of concrete blocks. I have seen the unionized drivers complain about too many bags of groceries, let alone building supplies.

I was thinking up all sorts of approaches to convince the driver how important these blocks were when a taxi pulled up. More often than not, the handicap service uses their own busses but sometimes they farm out work to taxis – no cost to the users. Hmmm, interesting development. I waved him down (they put a “PARA-Transpo” sign on the side of the car when on handicap service) and he backed up to my cart, popping the trunk.

 

 

 

 

I greeted the driver and he looked hesitant, asking: “I hope these aren’t too heavy?” Ha! I assured him they were not heavy at all as I swung one into the trunk. He grabbed a second one with one hand and couldn’t move it until he adjusted his grip and used both hands. He let out a grunt as he lowered it into the trunk. I had the other two aboard before he could straighten up. I just smiled at him and walked around to the front seat. He dropped me and my concrete blocks off at the back door to my apartment so I wouldn’t have to lug the blocks all the way through the building. The wooden steps up to my back deck are not the sturdiest and I was a bit concerned about having my own weight plus the blocks on one step. So I moved them up a few steps at a time as I stood below. In short order I had them in my room and under the legs of my bed. They work perfect. When I sit on the edge of the bed now, my legs hang straight down and my feet are flat on the floor. Time for a cup of coffee.

On that note, that’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in with another cuppa and enjoy the garden. Sweets anyone? Please join me in thanking Willow for her invitation to tea. We are all honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Willow is over there serving her guests and chatting it up. Let’s go see how she is today. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you back here for sweets and beverages of your choice again next week.

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If We Were Having Coffee Guest Post– May 23/2015: Unintended Consequences

Unintended Consequences

Shamrock Afternoon Tea

Paul your Barista

Paul your Barista

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul, I’ll be your barista today and I’m happy to be here once again. Please come in and make yourself comfortable. Willow has plumped the cushions and started a cozy fire so we can warm ourselves while we have a cuppa and chat. As usual, I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. Also available is a large selection of spirits for addition to your cuppa or in its place. We can relax while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

Well. I have to tell you this story – it is rather humorous and underlines the happenings of unintended consequences. I have been having issues with restless legs in dialysis. For those who have not encountered this, it is when your legs move, sometimes violently without your intention that they do so. It can happen during treatment or sometimes during sleep or when resting. When it continues for a long period it becomes very annoying. To address this the docs dole out sedatives. The thing is they do not want patients addicted or just out of it, so they gradually increase the dosage until the condition is either gone or tolerable. I have been taking two pills before dialysis for months now and they have been working. For some reason they stopped working recently so we have been adding more and more. Friday night I tried a new medication and it just knocked me out – I slept through dialysis and all went well. So far so good. When we were done, I went to the emergency department door where the pick up is located for my handicap transport. It was 11:00pm and my p/u was scheduled for 11:30 pm. I went outside and had a smoke (a rollie) but it was a bit cold so I went back inside. There is no area marked for the pick up, so I rolled over a wheel chair and sat facing the entrance.

I sat down with my coat on and my tote bag beside me and promptly fell asleep – left over effects of the medication. I don’t normally sleep well, but there in that wheelchair I had a grand time in slumberland. I awoke after what I thought was a 15 or 20 minute nap, checked my phone to see the time and realized that it was 12:51. The handicap transport (Para) finishes at midnight. I tried calling them and of course there was no answer. Sigh, now what? I knew that the hospital had taxi chits for emergencies so I walked back to dialysis and spoke to Kathy who was the head nurse on the overnight shift. She was surprised to see me and I explained what had happened. She called the on-duty social worker who hangs out overnight in Emergency. They were having a code Blue in Emergency and she said she would get over as quick as possible. I fell back asleep in my trusty wheelchair facing the dialysis desk. At 2 am I woke up again and still no social worker. At 2:15 she bustled in half running with a taxi chit. She explained that they were still too busy in Emergancy so she had gone up to Intensive Care on the other side of the hospital to get the chit. We filled it out and I called a taxi.15 minutes later I was home – at 2:30 am.

So, we seem to have found a solution to the restless legs, unfortunately it has the somewhat unintended consequence of keeping me asleep well after dialysis. Ha! Would you like a refill of your cuppa? A sweet perhaps?

Congratulations Ireland for being the first country in the world to welcome gay rights and marriage with a referendum. The historic vote passed with over 60% agreeing, at this point of writing (still a few more votes to be counted). Definitely a resounding welcome for gays to Ireland. The lesser item on the referendum – the reduction of age limit for President to 21 – appears to have resulted in a “No” decision at this time. When the gay rights vote is dissected there were some smaller rural areas that voted strongly against gay marriage. Given the heavy Catholic presence in these areas, this is not surprising.

However, in keeping with the title of this post, I suspect this is going to create some strong divisions within communities. We are not talking about legislation to increase armed forces or change foreign policy – but rather legislation that will put strong personal beliefs in direct, daily conflict within communities. This is legislating beliefs, not hardware or policy – things that are seldom if ever seen by the general public. Now strict Catholic Aunt Ethyl will be living next door to a flamboyant gay couple and see them at the market daily and share a fence, a paperboy, a mailman, and milkman with them. This is going to take some getting used to and is going to produce some serious conflict in the near term. That being the unintended consequence, it is a big step towards equality and fairness in society.

On that note, that’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in with another cuppa and watch the fire. Sweets anyone? Please join me in thanking Willow for her invitation to tea. We are all honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Willow is over there serving her guests and chatting it up. Let’s go see how she is today. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you back here for sweets and beverages of your choice again next week.

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IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE : GUEST POST 19/10/14

Grass Roots and Silver Linings

Join Us at The Table. It’s Set and Ready for Tea and Some Nibbles

 

Paul your Barista

Paul your Barista

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul and I’m happy to be here once again in the garden tending to your needs for a cuppa, and sweets. I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. We can relax with a cuppa and calorie free electronic sweets while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

Sound Familiar?

This week I’m feeling very positive. Because of my medical issues I have basically given up looking for a job, having tried for over three years. I won’t rule out a job and mentally I am prepared, able and willing (within physical limitations) to work but I have stopped actively looking. I’ve always wanted to write and have turned to blogs as a way to see what types of writers and “voices” are out there. My inability to get a job has produced the silver lining of being able to spend time writing. Ha! One blogger referred to me as the ninja commenter for the depth of my comments. This week I have been asked to write a few guest posts for other blogs and I have accepted. It feels good to be asked, as Willow was the first to ask me. I am indebted to her for her trust and for being the first to give me this opportunity to try out my writing. I enjoy having a weekly cuppa with all of you here in the garden and I look forward to continuing as long as you’ll have me. Iwas hesitant to jump into writing without knowing if I can give readers enjoyment. I have written a few stories and such before but never had any published – just some rejections.

My Mother, whose opinion I respect and who has had a book published, does not seem to think my writing has any value. This reaction of hers is fairly typical and I explore it further on Sunday over at a guest blog at Mark Bialczak’s site. If you’d like to drop by, I’d enjoy your input on the piece Here 

Why do you blog or read blogs? Do you do any other writing? Do you enjoy writing? Why? Would you like another cuppa and a sweet? We have a vast selection of teas, coffees (with an addition of something a little stronger to warm your blood if you choose) and sweets. Note that all our sweets, being of the electronic type, are calorie free.

Spring Tulips in October at Floriade in Canberra

My personal news of getting writing invitations has lightened my mood considerably this week. My local world is busy getting deeper into fall. The sidewalk outside is

covered with fallen maple leaves and squirrels and it has been rainy and windy. Oddly enough, it was very warm during the day this week but that is not unusual just before the temperature drops off for the winter. The local university students have cut back on their front porch gatherings on the street as they write their mid-terms and avoid the rain.

Is fall progressing in your home town? Then, of course we have our southern hemisphere visitors who are just starting spring. What does that mean to you? Does it mean more rain or higher temps or storms? It seems so odd doesn’t it, that while one part of the world gets colder, another gets warmer.

Well, the bigger world seems to be mostly negative news this week. Although along with any negative, there is often a way to see a silver lining. The big worry, of course is Ebola. The good news here is two fold: first, so far the virus is not transmitted by air, only body contact, which makes it far easier to control and allows you and I to help protect ourselves. Second, a vaccine has been developed by a Canadian company and is now in the US and Africa being field tested on humans. With any luck this will be the silver bullet that will end this disease. Meanwhile our hospitals are becoming more aware and prepared, reducing the chance of accidental infection. Is there any news in your country? How do you feel about this situation?

Global Economy

World wide there also seems to be a drop in economic activity that is deeply rooted. Here in Canada the slowing economy has dropped the demand for fuel products resulting in lower crude prices, lower gas prices and a lower value on our dollar. This opens an opportunity for our industry to be more competitive in the export markets – a good thing. If companies can tool up and improve exports fast enough, this could mean more jobs for us, the grass roots individuals. The bigger picture can be dealt with by the movers and shakers who get paid the big bucks to worry. Have you seen any signs of changes in your community? What do you think will happen? Is this just a natural market correction or does it hide a bigger problem? No matter what life throws at us, there is always a way to see past it to the positive. On a grass roots individual level silver linings are real and are always there if only we take the time to look.

Would you like another cuppa? I think I’ll have a sweet as well. Willow and I are honored that you dropped by the marquee in the garden today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please feel free to look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you here in the garden again next week.

Relaxing for a moment of peace

All photos are  as below in order

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IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would ask you if you would  like another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/       

Please  don’t  forget  to pop over  to   Mark Bialczak’s site to see his  and Paul’s posts!

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If we were having Coffee: Guest Post From Paul.

If we were having coffee – July 27/2014

Of butterflies – of happiness – of aircons –and raccoons

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Hi there, my name is Paul. Willow has graciously asked me to serve up tea and coffee here today– and that’s new to me, so I’m a bit nervous. I’m hoping that you, her readers, will drop by to chat and have a cuppa while we share stories.

Welcome and come on through to the garden – we’re having our coffee and tea back there where we can enjoy the flowers, watch the butterflies and have a biscuit while we chat. What is your favorite kind of tea or coffee? We have quite a selection, so just name your brand and I’ll prepare it. The cream, sugar and honey are on the table.

Beautiful day isn’t it? Where I’m from – Ottawa – we’ve had some hot days this week, over 30 Celsius, but it’s cooled down now and is quite enjoyable. That is significant to me because you see I’m pretty clumsy and when I tried to install my window air- conditioner recently, I accidentally dropped it out the window down two stories. No  casualties except the air con but I think I can fix it. I’m sure it would have been amusing had anyone been watching.

Well, what has been happening in your world this week? No topic is off limits. Me? Well, quiet for now (except for the crashing of an air conditioner) – the way I like it for the time being. Are you ready for another cuppa?

I’m often taken aback at where I get good life advice when I’m open and listening. Does that happen to you sometimes too? Just Wednesday this week I was resting for a moment on a concrete bench outside the hospital before I went in for dialysis and a young woman of about 16 years asked if she could sit beside me. I moved over to give her room and she sat down. She had a round and cheerful face and was dressed in a pink hoodie with matching sweat pants and sneakers. She told me that she was 17 days sober today and I congratulated her. There is an addiction inpatient program there as well as a mental health inpatient facility. Most are allowed out around the grounds when they are deemed

safe (for others and as a flight risk). She introduced herself as Karen (name changed) and then asked if people as old as her could learn to speak French.

It is Canada’s other official language and around the capital here much is bilingual and some is uni lingual French or English.

Karen told me that she had been accepted into a rehab facility but it was French. She also told me that she had a learning disability. From her logic and conversation I had suspected she might be challenged. I assured her that she could learn French a long as she practiced it – and that she could learn a new language with practice no matter how old she was. She then turned to me and said; “You know it really doesn’t take much to be happy does it? I’m happy with a safe place to live, people who will help me, enough food to eat, and some sunshine.” I agreed with her and then had to say Good-bye and go in for my treatment. Life really is that simple isn’t it? What do you think? What makes you happy?

Can I refill your cuppa? Another biscuit perhaps? You know one of my English friends described meeting a hedgehog recently. I’ve never seen one – they don’t live here in Canada. We do have a small woodland creature though that causes some havoc and survives well in urban areas – the raccoon. I understand that they have packed their little suitcases and emigrated to the European mainland but haven’t gotten to England yet. I suspect they’d enjoy the British countryside. They are very cute   read about  them  here.  but terribly curious. They are quite smart, can get into any containers, and are a pest. One of our major retailers –Sears – has produced

a commercial using a raccoon to sell their glasses. It is hilarious (and only 33 seconds)

The moral is: Don’t forget your glasses. Raccoons generally don’t get that aggressive but if they are used to humans they can. When my ex and I were still together, we had a raccoon family of four arrive on our back step one evening. They discovered a tub of jujubes that the kids had left there and were busy chomping and slurping the candies. We tried to shoo them away but they were not going until the jujubes were finished. It was too funny watching them get the chewy candies stuck between their teeth.

Well, it’s been great having coffee and tea with you today. I enjoyed our chat and hope you’ll come back again. Any comments or suggestions or just a “Hi!” are greatly appreciated. I will respond to them all. And a special thanks to Willow for providing the forum.

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‘”The time has come,” the Walrus said,

“To talk of many things:…”’ – The Walrus and The Carpenter, Lewis Carroll

If we were having coffee I’d ask  you : would you like another  cuppa, or  a biscuit . I’d  tell you I have really  come to enjoy  these chats  and I’d  love  to here  what you would  tell me , If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/

Guest Post By Paul. If we were having coffee.

Hello everyone! Now  this is a new  departure  for  me so fingers crossed  that  all goes well .    Pause  for  sharp intake  of  breath  and nervous shuffle  from  those  among you  with  more  delicate dispositions! 

What , I hear  you all asking , is  she up to now? 

 

Photo by  willow

Photo by willow

I have stared  a  new  weekly  challenge   called  If we were having  coffee  which is  meant  to go out  every  Sunday  ( sometimes  and I am late   and it  goes  out on Monday!)  . The  original idea  came  from Diana   AKA    part time monster   .

Okay  now  you know  what I am talking  about.  I want to introduced  to you   Paul   If you have , and I hope  you have,  followed  the link  on Paul’s  name  you will find   out that Paul  has a Gavatar  but not blog!

Through  no  fault  of his own Paul ‘s  laptop  will not play  at blogs nicely.  This means  he cannot  contribute any  posts  but  he  does  read our  work and comment ! 

Well,  Paul  left  a comment on  my  blog    on 20th July  which  was worthy  of a blog , as I have noticed many of  his comments  are.  So Paul and I have  agreed  that  he will email  me an  “If we were having coffee”  in time  for  me to post it on Sunday,

  So welcome  to Paul.       Pause  for applause! 

Today is  Tuesday, well it is here,  but so as not  to beat about  the bush  anymore   here is Paul‘s comment  promoted  to 

GUEST BLOG.

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If we were having coffee I would tell you that:

Your new Grandbaby is amazing Willow. I thought that smiling and sleeping through the night were behaviours that occurred later on. He sure is awesome.

I’ll have that cuppa now, if you don’t mind. This week was relatively good for me. No bad news. I managed to get my medications (vitamins and such) and I feel much better. Dialysis went well this week – little pain and good runs with few interruptions. I picked up some bread and have enough to get me through to my next disability cheque.

The ceiling is still leaking bad when it rains hard but the manager has promised to get it fixed. He has also promised to replace the wallboard and ceiling where it is molding from all the water. Here’s hoping he keeps his word.

No luck on the job front, but it’s been over 2 years of trying now and with my age and health issues, I doubt anyone will want to hire me. Like I said, no more bad news this week, and that is good.

I’ll have another cuppa if you will – thirsty today. Ha! I popped over to Grandmalin to wish her my best – from one cancer survivor to another. She seems in a good mood today, but as she noted, some days are better than others. I guess we have to appreciate what we have and be grateful. It seems to be a part of the answer.

I’m sad that your in-laws are upsetting you. I don’t know what to say. At least your hubby will be better shortly – bad luck getting food poisoning. I’ve had it before when travelling and it is terrible – please give him my best. When he is better perhaps it will take some of the in-law pressure off of you. Meanwhile you have your new Grandbaby to coo over (at least in photos). I never did have any children so it is a pleasure I’ll never have. Enjoy.

And how is your garden coming? Do you get many butterflys visiting? It must be very relaxing to have your coffee in the garden surrounded by all that beauty.

Well, I’ve had my two cups of coffee and have to go now, it is a long way home. 😀 I really enjoyed our chat and I hope we get to do it again sometime. You should make this coffee time a regular feature – just to keep in touch. Take Care and I’ll see you next time Willow.

 

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