This last week was not the best it could have been at all.
We are still rain-less, and still under water restrictions.
This does not mean that I don't catch a watering can full of water to quench the thirst of my newly planted hedge. We are told not to use hoses to water plants and wash cars, and this I'm adhering to.
We are bombarded with Public Service Announcements on water restrictions, but we don't have a water patrol here, maybe we should.My neighbour seems to ignore these announcements and still waters his lawn.....mine on the other hand is a patch of brown crispy stuff.
I spent the week knee-deep in spring cleaning the house. Cleaning windows and changing curtains and airing cushions/mattresses and a good scrub down on the inside worked wonders. Don't get me wrong, my house is usually clean, but I love a good spring cleaning.
Brownie wanted to help out like the little guy above, but he realised early that it was better to stay out of the way of the Mad Woman on a Cleaning high.
When it was time to work on the outside in the garden, (the weeds in the brown patch still groweth) the plug on my outdoor extension cord went bum, so I had to have it replaced by a dear friend.....thanks goodness for good friends.
Tuesday morning my phone rang quite early, and it was another neighbour asking for help. Some wreckless driver had just ran over a small dog right outside her doorstep, and its leg appeared broken. Gave her the number for the vet's ambulance service, and they went by quickly and took the dog for care, however when I checked later in the day, it didn't make it...too much trauma. Why are folks so callous? The driver did not even stop after he ran over the poor dog. It made me quite sad.
I love my music passionately, so while spring cleaning, my "music baby" was keeping me company as I worked. When my Lionel Richie cd started playing all crazily by jumping all over the songs, I tried another six cds and they all played the same way, so I knew my "music baby" was sick and needed a replacement cd eye lens.....my good friend to the rescue again.
Even though I was out with my girlfriend yesterday on our Saturday jaunt, the day was marred by bad news.
First we visited some friends, the husband is in the third stage of Alzheimers and the poor wife is beside herself trying to care for him.....time for him to be placed in an elderly hospice...not sure she can handle this transition.
More sad news came via a telephone call later in the day, a friend's cousin had lost her house and everything in a fire. She barely managed to escape with her two month old child. My heart went out to this young mum who now has nothing. I immediately liaised with some other friends to get some necessary items over to her.
Makes one stop to think, doesn't it. Here I was cleaning my home, while someone else had just lost their home.
"There but for the grace of God, go I." John Bradford