Free at last

It's six weeks ago today that the love of my life had his shoulder operation, lots of muscle and tendon torn off the bone due to a major electric shock. He's a brave lad and I really should have given him a lollipop after the doctors visits. There's still a way to go with passive exercise and such but he's tough and I'm really proud of him.
My dishwasher is broken (no not Rowland). I've always counted it as the least important household aid but it gives you time. We eat at 8pm and I would be finished in the kitchen by 8.35/40. Now that I have to do the dishes I only finish at 9, not good enough.
Last night (Wednesday) I couldn't help listening to wrestling, his twice weekly dose of violence, and of course the eyes do creep up to the tv screen - yes we capitalists do have a tv in the kitchen. There was a guy who's face was a cross between David Bowie and an African death mask. I believe he's a Hardy boy. Well, Sion read all but one of the Hardy Boy books and I'm pretty certain they didn't look like that. Later - dishes, dishes etc - After fighting Hobo boy in a beanie he appeared in a restaurant dressed like a Chippendale, surely there's a dress code? although he was wearing a bow tie. More dishes, then I pricked a hole in my glove with a sharp knife, most annoying because the water seeps in, like Titanic slowly going down but without Leonardo. I've realised why the dumb girl in a bad bra and granny knickers, in a horror movie, goes down that lane when we all know she's going to be killed, mauled, maimed etc. It's curiosity, so I had to look again at the dinner party where to my surprise the "ladies" present had what at first appeared to be Kibuki masks (is that the term? ask Sandra, she's also a granny and we know things) but turned out to be custard. How? Why? Who cares?
And so the dishes were done and I went to sit down with my latest book "Straight from the Horses Mouth", so interesting and just the right thing to while away another half hour until I could watch The Mentalist - I just love that programme!
And so goes the sand through the hourglass in the days of our lives - or words to that effect.