AWWWW MONDAY - WEEKEND FEBRUARY 25

Pookie 

Pookie the little one was the aunt of Kim the big one. Kim's mother was also a little cat ! They both were born in London and finished their lives happily after 20 years in Waterloo !

Rosie, soon 16 years old

 

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WEEKEND

Next weekend will be March ! The end of the winter months is near ! I hope it will not snow again, although it had already happened on April 2; 1975, the day we moved from Brussels to Waterloo ! Of course with such a date I won't forget the snow !!

Since I was at the doctor's on Friday, I did my shopping on Saturday. It was freezing cold because of the wind, but the sun was shining like it was paid for.

 

Then I bought my frozen dishes for 3 or 4 weeks,  in my special shop. So I am prepared for possible illnesses. I was walking much better and was then able to rest on the sofa. I did what the doctor had said "rest and recover"

On Sunday my "old friend" from 1967 came to visit me. She is the wife of an ancient colleague of mine an Indian, meanwhile Belgian. He had to travel a lot and with his Indian passport he had so many visa that his passport looked like an accordion ! We had so much to talk, especially because her husband had also a brain cancer and with my experiences  now, I was able to help her a bit. 

My son called from Switzerland where he is together with Toby and an old school friend whom I know since he was 6 years old. He likes Rick and me very much and came even to Rick's funeral from Switzerland in the morning and flew back in the evening. He lives in Geneva. Unfortunately they don't have snow but they skied a bit on fake snow ! They have a beautiful chalet which belongs to the brother of his wife. I hope for them that the snow will come !

FRIDAY's FAVE FIVE

I think this was the easiest FFF I ever wrote since I am participating. Now that my bronchitis finally is over I feel so weak and tired that even the slightest movement brings cold sweat on my forehead.

I could only walk a few steps without sitting down. So I sat or lay on my sofa and watched movies. I didn't have the imagination to write and fell asleep halfway through a film. My little trip to the Lorraine has probably taken more effort than I thought. I'm sorry that I have nothing else to offer besides an empty head and the feeling I've been run through a wringer. It was like that until Thursday

 

I watched a very interesting program on TV which was called "Transformation". This time it was a father who had asked his son to have his tatoos covered for only one day, just to see how he would look "normal" again. When the guy appeared I almost fell off my sofa, there was not a single cm of his skin uncovered. He told us with proud that his body is tatooed to 90 % ! I suppose the uncovered spot must be in his slip !

To my taste he looked like a monster, he must be full of complexes and hides himself behind the tattoo.  For him it must be a big effort to agree to his father's wish and let his tattoo cover from a professional make up artist. Then he disappeared for 4 hours for the make up !

and here his face is shown before and after. When he discovered himself in the mirror he couldn't believe that what he saw was himself ! Then father and son fell into each other's arms. Dad was happy but son didn't think he was so pretty but agreed to having his face painted for family events, like weddings and funerals. That's something !

On Friday I had an appointment with my pneumologist. For once I was a bit scared. Rick who always cheered me up wasn't there anymore, but my pneumologist who knows me for quite a while was in a good mood, told me that he will change my medication and said that it was normal that my results were not really on the top, but with all I had gone through the last 4 years it was not abnormal either. I didn't know that the COPD is sensitive to stress, anxiety etc and reacts with asthma attacks. Now I understood better. Then he told me to enjoy life, travel and meet a young man ! I agreed to everything except the young man and made a gesture as if I would strangle him. We both laughed and then I went home, and all my black thoughts had disappeared.

 

 

 

 

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