A Catalogue of Disasters: Part Two

The Bare Bones

March: Two car accidents. No one hurt. Lots of paper work.

April, the story until now: Mother has unspecified, unbearable pains in either hand and both legs, with no clear reason why or how it happens. Doctors baffled. Prescribe painkillers. One night, the pain becomes intense, movement impossible. Mother rushed to hospital in the middle of the night (these things alwys happen in the m iddle of the night). More tests, more painkillers and injections.

In short, she has some form of osteoporosis.

More paper work has ensued.

And Father has fallen ill.

It's vacation time, with one very bored kid on my hands, and the temperature in the 40s (in degree centigrade) in the shade.

The Lesson

On the one hand, I'm tempted to look for a malevolent fate, the hand of god guiding our lives until we learn the lessons that have been set out for us in this life, blah blah blah.

On the other, I'd like to count blessings by thinking of those more unfortunate than us, were it not that this sounds remarkably like schadenfreude.

So we endure.

Regular blogging, such as it is, has officially resumed.

Thanks to those who stuck around and visited despite no posts for so long; to those who came searching for 'men in panties' and instead had to settle for Berger. And to those who have the Spaniard on feedreaders.

*bows and wipes off a grateful tear*