A Couple More Things
7 July
Here's a couple more things that I forgot to mention yesterday.
Once again they seem to be about change. Change does seem to be the word at the moment.
Some years back Ross bought an electric wheelchair. We didn't consult about it and he bought one that was too bulky to fit in the back of the car and too heavy for me to lift with ease. I wasn't best pleased.
So, recently, that purchase has begun to show that it's reaching the end of its life - battery is running our, frame is not stable, etc. And my Rossi has been looking for a replacement. This time we chatted and he came up with the idea of the TGA Eclipse scooter.
And it's great and he's bought it and it's a big improvement in our lives.
Elsewhere, Facebook has suddenly gone berserk. I joined up for this social networking malarky back in September of last year. After making an initial foray and making a few friends and adding a few killer applications, nothing much happened for a long, long while. My friends list seemed to have stuck at five.
Well, now it's blossomed to an exceptional 13 as people have got in touch with me. And one of them is son Robert which is highly ironic given that he was very curt with me when I suggested he might use the service. In fact, since he joined up, we've chatted more using the online texting feature that we've done in the last six months.
Also, from out of the blue, came a letter from a dear friend from student days, Denise. For someone who has not really been a large part of my life over the past thirteen years of this journal, she gets a fair few mentions. For example, I quoted her right at the very beginning of this enterprise. Then there's a mention of our opera going in January 1976 when we were students. I've also referred to a game we once played in which we imagined past lives for each other. And there's also a record of the last time we met in 1999 when I was still in London.
Anyhow, there's a fair bet that we are going to meet up again in the not too distant future when there'll be more opportunity to catch up on lives lived.