Finally!

For those of you who bother with my blog: Great News!

The car radio that I moaned about..

I got a new one - so no more struggling to listen to music.
(I wonder if my credit card will understand my reasoning?)
OH! the joys of the new Radio/CD/Mp3 Player...
Indescribable!!!!!!

You can expect many more posts on music... :-)

Parenting

Last week Wednesday, my daughter (7) went to visit one of her friends for the afternoon.
Her friend has a the smallest model quad on the market and they spent the afternoon riding.
At some or other stage, my daughter decided to make the acquaintance of a tree.
She hurt her right arm in the process.

Having done several First Aid Courses, my first assessment of the arm was done visually.
The outcome? No swelling, no reddening or blueish tint. No protruding bones, well not even a scratch.
I then asked her to move her wrist and wiggle her fingers. All of which she could do with only a small acknowledgement of pain. I deducted that she'd sprained the wrist.

I had her wear a sling to school the next day, and saw that she had trouble holding any weight
in her hand.

On the friday we drove down to Queenstown to visit my parents and to take my daughter
to my parents-in-law for the school holiday.
On saturday morning I visited an old school friend of mine and asked her what she thought about the arm. The fact that my daughter still didn't use the arm began to worry me.

Her first reaction was that the doctor's consulting rooms were open and that we should pop in, just to make sure. Off we went to the doctor.

Have you ever heard of a "greenstick fracture"??

Me neither. Well I suppose we all have to learn these things. The doctor was kind enough to explain the concept of a "greenstick fracture" - very interesting. Tough these kids!

The fact that I had made my daughter walk around with a broken arm for three days??
I'm still red in the face. What kind of mother am I??
Reaction to the above went into two clear categories:

Category A: Reaction were mostly vicious stares that had the following subscript:

"Mothers like you should be banned from parenting for life!!!!"

Category B: Don't blame yourself because:

- "these things happen" - (I loved the reassuring smiles after the statement)
- "I'm scared to take my son to Medi-Clinic's Emergency Room AGAIN.
(I suspect that's because of the standard "Category A" response...)
- "My daughter broke her collerbone and we only realised it after two weeks."
(This one made me feel MUCH better...:-))
- Our daughters are such drama queens, it's difficult to know when they're serious..

My daughters reaction?

"Look at my plaster of Paris! You can write on it if you want, but I'll tell you what to write!"

Secret..

I love music. I live by music.
You know how you sometimes listen to a song and the words just fit in perfectly with every aspect of you life at that specific moment in time?

I've been struggling to listen to CD's in my car - the CD player that was in the car when I bought
it, is of such a bad quality that not even the radio works properly. It's very selective about what CD's it will play or will not play. So I've been going through my CD Collection slowly but surely, hoping that the CD's I will be able to listen to, will be more than one.

Popped in OMD's Greatest Hits the other day. Bought the CD at a 2nd hand shop for something like R15. No.12 on the CD is the song Secret. I listen to the words and what do you know.
An exact fit to my current life scenario! Voila!

I'd like to share the words with you:



Secret - OMD

I got a secret and I can't explain
All the time, I've waited for this day
All along I was never in doubt
I always knew it would never get out
There are things that I cannot tell
And there are things that you know damn well
This is getting very hard for me
I guess you'd better just wait and see
This is all, this is all

You heard a message and the message was clear
All the time you wipe away that tear
And all I want is to hold your hand
To see the sun and walk the sand
You make me sad and you make me glad
My secret is this love
Is love, is love
All my secret is this love

Everyday you're always there
You comfort me
And make me feel its worth my while
And then I look around and you're not there
And everyday you say you care and I'll beware
This is all, this is all

Ive got a secret and I can't explain
All I want is to hold your hand
All along I was never in doubt
To see the sun and to walk the sand

Kat..

I would love to be loved by you..

It's raining..

Bloemfontein - South Africa

It's been raining since Monday. I love rainy days.

Most people think of pancakes on days like these.

I think of music and listen to tracks like:

Roxette - Rain

Billy Myers - Kiss the rain

Eurythmics - Here comes the rain again

Mean Mr. Mustard - Only when it rains

Cyndi Lauper - Who let in the rain

A-ha - Crying in the rain

I love Belinda Carlisle's - Summer rain - but it being cold, just doesn't fit in with the whole imagery that I have about that song..

..and tonight I will combine all other things I associate with cold, rainy days:

Warm comfort food, hot tea and snuggling up in bed!

Peace Lovin'

Please note that I chose to start my first blog with a green (peace) theme..
Hopefully conveying peace and tranquility :-)

These days, due to my involvement in union politics and other politics that surrounds my place of work, I seem to be surrounded by quarrels, fights, negative feelings and power struggles.

I believe myself to be standing fairly innocent in between all these storms - but is this just a season of my life that will pass? Hopefully. More gory details later.