Goodbye Daddy

Well before my birthday we farewelled Daddy on his exciting trip to India... camping, motorbiking through the Indian mountains (the Himalayas?). Should have studied geography, I was a history girl.

Two days before he was to jet off, The Big Man (Daddy) broke his finger being a bloke playing footy. Index finger, left hand. Off he trots to the hospital 48 hours AFTER the incident after realising it might be just a little worse than he anticipates and that the medical assistance in India may be somewhat harder to organise (#@#$U$#U????), and he returns with a cast from fingers to elbow. I cracked up. What else could I do? Too funny by far...

However The Big Man was very confident that 'they' would call him on the morrow to make an appointment for the surgeon to remove a tiny piece of floating bone that may (or may not) lodge in between the two knuckle bones and cause serious deformity.

I just smirked on the inside at that... heavens above... public hospital system... For Heaven's Sake... they took 5 days to operate on my mother's broken wrist... who was going to 'call' him and offer him service...

Well, luckily I hadn't been wearing a hat when I was smirking or I would have had to have eaten it! They did call, the surgeon did operate, the half arm cast became a finger cast and off The Big Man flew to India no worse off really than before the unfortunate sporting injury.

WHERE WOULD YOU READ ABOUT THAT? The public health system actually being pro-active, actually making something happen in a regular time frame... Go figure... I put it down to the fact that The Big Man has the gift of the gab and can sell spice to the indians.

Anyway, meanwhile The Little Man was busy busy busy in front of the heater (I thought for warmth, but later realised it was to soften the wax) making a goodbye picture for Daddy. So thoughtful. It is a tree with a bird's nest (3D) and a bird, a bridge, with Daddy on it, Nike shirt and all, with a shark circling in the water...

"Oh, I just can't wait any longer. I HAVE to give it to him!"


The Big Man accepted it quite graciously, in view of the fact that he was still packing and it was 9 at night, leaving in the morning and being shadowed by The Middle Man. I would have accepted the artwork with a lot more finesse and fuss, but The Big Man did a good job. We now have a breadboard in the bedroom with a 3D picture of wax that falls off each time we hold it vertical. Yep, so another dust gatherer enters our bedroom, like there isn't enough dust gatherers in my bedroom anyway. I think the dust monkeys could actually support my weight now... (I'm not a fan of dusting, or mopping, or vacuuming, or.... any of it... it just comes back!)