Those of you who read my blog regularly know that my laptop – sent off for repair – ended up missing somewhere in the Czech Republic. Well, I never did get it back. I eventually heard from the computer shop that it turned up in Germany and was being returned.
So that was that.
But what matters now is that I am so happy with my new replacement laptop (but resisting Windows 10 with all my might, excuse my paranoia). How wonderful to write and blog and email and load pages and photographs on a machine that actually does what it’s meant to do: work.
I’ve been able access my photographs and squeeze in this of a painted bench (swinging, no less) for Jude’s August Bench Series just in time:
I can also update you about Daughter’s (Aspie D) Chinese Button Quails.
Remember these cuties?
Well, raising birds, I am learning, is not for the faint hearted. Sadly, we lost three of the six babies. Nothing we could do. Survival of the fittest and all that.
Then Mummy Cookie fell ill and Aspie D did her very best to nurse her back to health. We thought she might be egg bound and she also lost a lot of feathers on her back.
Aspie D did her research and we even took her to the vet, who confirmed that we were doing all we could.
Epsom salt baths, which she so enjoyed ~
And then some special ointment applied and wrapped up in a warm towel ~
She loved those warm baths, it was the one time when she was able to rest as relief washed over her.
She seemed to rally, her feathers grew back, but alas, it was not to be and we lost poor, sweet Mummy Cookie Quail.
Aspie D, terribly upset, made sure that Mooncake got a new wife, ‘Raisin’, as he was lonely. We remove any eggs (Raisin discards them, as is typical). Mummy Cookie’s remaining three offspring (two females, ‘The Cookie Twins’ and a male, ‘Gumdrop’) are now full-grown.
Happy quail family, all strong and healthy, but Mummy Cookie never forgotten…
Speaking of families, I spent my dad’s 83rd birthday with him a couple of weeks ago. He is still at the half-way house and despite ongoing health problems, he is doing well. Still a wicked sense of humour, still keeping out of trouble.
I used to be able to count on one hand the number of conversations I had with him as an adult when he was sober. We should never give up hope, even when we think it’s too late in the day.
It is never too late.
This was the first time I’ve spent his birthday with him since I was a child, the longest he has been out of prison in decades. A precious day for sure, one we agreed when we remembered: Today Was a Good Day.
As for the rest? Well, the truth is, the writing of my memoir consumes me: The end is in sight, so close I can taste it, yet still so elusive, so very far away and I’m climbing the walls at my inability to find the undistracted time to write. I’m in the zone and I need to stay there until I reach the finish line.
I will also be spending long-awaited time with my family.
So…I have decided that I need to step away from blogging for a little while.
This is a very difficult decision to make, I will miss you all terribly, but I do believe this is the right decision. I’ll be back as soon as I can, and you’ll hear from the rooftops when I’ve dashed through that tape, but I’ll be hanging around for the rest of this week to catch up with everyone first.
I’ll also very much miss the weekly Flash Fiction challenges. This week, Charli asks us to write our story about onions:-
‘August 19, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes onions. It can be the main event or a spicy side to your flash. Think of the impact of onions — teary eyes, dragon-breath, indigestion. How can an onion add a twist, reveal a character or sabotage a perfect day? Have fun!’
Perfect, since it’s my last post for a while, what better way than to leave on a fun, silly note, and who better to continue with than Ethel and her clueless werewolf husband Fred?
Here, in 99 words, no more, no less:
Ethel climbed the stairs.
Stupid sod! To think I made his favourite liver and onions, but he’s out barking at the moon instead.
Dustbins clattered in the street.
A giggle drifted from behind the hedge as Ethel opened the front door. “Oooh, Wolfie, you naughty boy…!”
Mave in a mini skirt and Fred, starkers, gauped at Ethel.
“I’m sorry love, it’s the full moon…” pleaded Fred back home. “I’m starvin’. Is that my fave I smell?”
“No onions for you, ya bastard, it’s yer nuts I’m after,” yelled Ethel as Fred let out a howl and bolted.
Thank you so much for your friendship, readership and support.
Have a great rest of the summer and I’ll see you soon! Love Sherri x ❤