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Fireworks

“No, no, no” she cried in a spectacular display of temper “I shall not go and that’s an end to it.” Who would have thought that a kindly suggestion could cause such fireworks?

Elizabeth was getting older and although she wouldn’t admit it, she was finding it increasingly difficult to manage on her own.  Her only daughter, being concerned for her mother’s well-being, had taken it upon herself to investigate some assisted living/retirement homes for her.  And the suggestion that they go that afternoon and view one or two of these, was what caused this outburst.

“I am perfectly capable of looking after myself, thank you very much” said Elizabeth and “Your father and I bought the house when we were first married and that’s where you lived your life until you were married.  How could you even suggest that I move out into a little, cramped apartment, surrounded by old people?”

The daughter was at a loss as to what to do next.  But after making her mother a cup of tea and offering a slice of the cake she had made that morning, she decided to leave her mother in peace for the rest of the day.  However, as she was leaving Elizabeth asked her daughter to leave the brochures behind and she would look through them when she had time.

Imagine the daughter’s surprise when the very next morning she had a call from an excited Elizabeth who was keen to look at a couple of places and could they go that afternoon.  Of course, she would be delighted to take her mother and of course they could go that afternoon.

So the fireworks display had been necessary for Elizabeth to vent her distress but the distress it caused to the loving daughter was unnecessary.  And at least the ice was broken and even if they didn’t find anything suitable that day, they could continue to search until they did.

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Trifecta tricycle

This is my entry in this week’s Trifecta Challenge.  The challenge is to write a response using between 33 and 333 words (just scraped in at 324 words) using the word fireworks and the definition below :

Fireworks (Noun) – 
a. display of temper or intense conflict – b. a spectacular display.

If you want to join in, click on the tricycle above and you will be taken to Trifecta’s blog that contains all the instructions.  Do have a go.  I promise you it is fun.

Sunshine, Wet Towels and Gardens

It’s a lovely summer day here in Wellington.  It’s Saturday and the sun is shining, and the whole day stretches ahead of me.  I can choose how I spend this day.

House through trees

A bit of a problem to start the day.  I live in this lovely old (1914) cottage with all mod cons except that the washing machine empties into the laundry tub.  And yes, you’ve guessed it, something was left in the tub and I was greeted by water rushing to meet me as I opened the door.  As the laundry is tucked away in a cupboard in the bathroom, I now have the cleanest floor tiles in Brooklyn.

Today was Suburb Cleanup Day.  This is apparently an annual event and they/somebody will take away any household items you no longer want.  Of course, they don’t take garden or household refuse.  So bright and early I put a few things that I wanted rid of out at the gate and looked up to see the many things that neighbours had discarded.

A golf bag (minus clubs) across the road; a child’s pram at another house; an armchair at another; and the girls next door put out the dog kennel.  I guess they decided that as George, their little pooch, never goes ito it they may as well get rid of it.

Then a friend called to say that if I was going to work in the garden he was happy to come along and help.  Great friend!  Before we started I had to borrow some shears from my neighbour and as is the custom here, before starting work the three of us sat in the sunshine on the patio and had coffee.  It was so lovely, no wind, which is unusual for Wellington, sunshine and pleasant company I didn’t want to move.  But then we did.

We cut back several decades of ivy from a sitting area at the rear of the house and then weeded the brick steps leading up to it.  I ruthlessly cut back much of the growth that was keeping the sunshine from the back patio and now there is more light in that area and into the house.

Then lunch and my friend left because I had to finish my blog for the day before we go out to a fireworks display for Guy Fawkes night.  Heaven knows why we continue to celebrate this treasonous act but here in New Zealand we do.

fireworks

Many families have parties on this day and let off fireworks.  One of my grandsons has a birthday on November 5 and so they always have fireworks.  The City Council has as firework display each year in the harbour.  So we are going to visit friends whose house overlooks the harbour to view the fireworks.

Frankly, I don’t like fireworks and think they should be banned except for properly organised displays.  When I was very young I saw a child lose an eye and have hated fireworks ever since.  You will understand then that my children were never allowed fireworks.  On the odd occasion that their father bought some, the children  were kept inside well away from any trouble.

End of rant for the day.

“Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason while gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.”
Traditional English rhyme – 17th century.