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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
A one eyed view of the world.
proves I'm still alive.
Posted by "Pirate Pete" Oh aye lad, it's me Pirate Pete.
Thank you all very much for the well wishes, they were very much
appreciated, for someone like me who boasts of never being sick or
having been in Hospital in my life it came as a bit of a shock to have
to pay someone a fairly large wad of money to throw a handful of
sand into my left eye!!!!
That's what it felt like once the local anesthetic wore off, but praise
the lord for the local anesthetic though... having read the literature
on pteryguim (they damn near named the things after me by gum!)
surgery, I could see the hazy shapes coming towards my eye but
fortunately I couldn't see them clearly and more importantly I
couldn't feel anything.
I owe a huge debt of gratitude to my very good friend Jackie for
coming down to Coloundra, driving me home and looking after me
after the surgery, another friend, Margaret, who lives in Coloundra
met us and we had lunch together before heading for home.
Once the local wore off and the sand found my eye there was a few
hours where I had serious doubts that I had made the right choice
in having the op done, it's now 24 hours later and there is only a
very mild discomfort when I blink but as the eye is still very light
sensitive I have the eye patch on and the room as dark as practical,
typing this with one eye and two fingers is a new experience too.
There have been a few comments on posts while I was traveling
that warranted answers, I'll try to put some of them here, please
excuse the lack of links, you know who you are;
In no particular order.
Ann... The product you mentioned is probably the same one that
is marketed here as "Shoo Roo" supposedly scares the Roo's away
from the road with a super sonic noise only audible to animals,
but harmless to pets.. if it sounds too good to be true it probably is.
Jim... Wallaby's are to all intents and purposes small Kangaroos,
they vary in size from about the size of a cat and up to about 3 foot
tall when standing balanced on their hind legs and tail.
Robyn, Raggedy, Val... Sorry about the tissues girls, but I have some
Bowater- Scott shares and I need to keep them rising in value.
Marcus... Freda didn't throw any special celebration when she guided
me home to Duke Street, but she did have the sense to use the route
I would have chosen so we didn't need to debate the matter.
C'est Moi... The family was scattered over Australia by Divorce,
Marriage and the prevailing winds, we all started out in Victoria now
only my Sister lives there.
Joy, and anyone else who may have wondered... The Blog Awards were
decided on March 12th, Holtieshouse was sadly not the winner,
"the breakfast blog" was the section winner, see the top of my sidebar
for the address, thank you to all the folk who voted for my site.
BTW Joy and Marcus, it was a coincidence that the last of my Dad's
stories was posted on the anniversary of Ada's death, nice touch though.
Samantha... As you don't appear to be a blogger.. thanks for visiting.
Walker... We only have one town in Australia with legal brothels it's
Kalgoorlie in WA and I missed it by about 500 kms so didn't have to
avoid any collisions with hookers... just the Roo's.
Aimee... Thank you very much for visiting and "Hi" back to you.
Pamela... Just confirming your booking for the next trip as Co-Pilot,
Navigator (this should be a very easy job with Freda now installed)
the "Whatever" position sounds interesting, we must talk further
about this one.
Robyn... Freda doesn't have a saccharine voice or a strong accent
but we DO have an occasional CONVERSATION often ending with
me telling her to go to buggery, this came back and bit me on the
bum when I made a Freda type comment as Marcus and Carolyn
drove off for home... Carolyn wound down the window and said....
Go to buggery!
Lee... thanks for the advice to watch out and not get married while
enjoying all the weddings... twice bitten, thrice shy springs to mind.
Gwen... You're welcome! BTW did you notice you've made the
Carolyn... How very fortunate you are to have such a good looking
neighbor!! Yes I saw Tuesdays with Morrie years ago and can see
the resemblance. Yes there are, or rather were, boxing Kangaroo's
that were trained to box, they used their front legs, which are quite
short, to pull their opponent in to them then balancing on their tail
would rake their opponent with their huge back legs and toe-nails,
an opponent to be feared when they stood up on their tails to about
7 feet tall, this is how the dominant male wins his position in the mob.
Hoss... I will give due consideration to livening up my Dad's story by
using your suggested opening line of "My Dad first got laid" we may
need to confer on openings for each chapter, thanks for your in-put.
2peter.... I think Sally sprang to mind from Satelite Sall, but Flamin'
Ridiculous Electronic Device Activation seemed a better fit eventually.
Cliff... While I'm a bit put out that you didn't reconsider your "Nut"
comment I am consoled by the fact that our Fathers seemed to think
alike in some ways, specially when it came to milking cows, my Dad
would milk a line for every last drop but wasn't keen on milking cows.
If I've missed anyone please put it down to having trouble with one
eye rather than being ignored for any other reason.