The other disappearances.
February 22nd, 2010
I mentioned at the outset that there were actually three disappearances (you can make that four now, as my blog disappeared yesterday!), I also said that the other two were were fairly mundane, which they were. The trouble with being a narcissist is that you get so self absorbed that you forget about everything else, granted everything else is totally boring and of no consequence, but still, I guess I should at least acknowledge that there exists a world outside of me.
The other two disappearances were post meltdown and recovery. The first was Christmas. MDW came up here for a couple of weeks (as she has done every year since we bought the place), so obviously since I had an actual person to talk to, why would I bother talking to you guys? Just kidding (or am I?). So that one was pretty straight forward. The next one, not so much…
Ha ha! You thought I was going to do another ‘to be continued’ because of the ellipses didn’t you?
The second disappearance again concerned MDW. Last hear some tourist with their head up their arse tripped her at Central station, causing her to fall heavily on her shoulder. After months of therapy, it was determined that she would have to have shoulder surgery. I went down to the Coast with her in the New Year to take her to hospital and to care for her during her convalescence, and to do some repairs around the house. The taking her to the hospital part went as planned, and I did get some repairs done, but as MDW is an extremely self reliant individual who never (and I mean never) complains, the whole caring for her thing mostly al0ng the lines of me spending my days in five and dime stores. I bought so much crap that I almost couldn’t fit the dgos in the car for the drive back!
So the you have it, the mystery of the missing Dingo is solved. Stay tuned for more exciting adventures from the Dingo, I’m working on a series involving watching paint dry, and listening to the grass grow…riveting stuff to be sure!
Again, I haven’t proofread this post, those darned happy pills have ruined my pedanticism to the point where good enough is ok. I might have to cut back on the dosage, I feel lost without my compulsion for detail.
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I hope you’re able to watch the curling competitions. Some assure me that my interest in this sport is not normal as it’s just like watching paint dry.
Hope YDW is doing better. You, too.
I am very relieved that you are back today…it’s just not Sunday without getting my butt kicked by the Australia trivia!
Couldn’t believe I caught a typo on the Dingo blog, gasp! Those darn happy pills! ;)
Hope YDW is recovering well.
Will there be pictures of your new crap?
If you get too bored watching that grass grow and need something to do, feel free to pop down for a visit, any time. Lots of repairs to make at my place! :)
You miss being pedantic?
rudee stole my suggestion.
Good enough is OK?? Do you do workshops? I could do with a bit of that attitude.
Healing thou8ghts to YDW (although it sorta sounds like she’s the type who can intimidate her body into healing faster than the speed of light)
Thanks for the explanation, and then there is “blogging without obligation”
1) I thought it was just me that couldn’t get through yesterday.
2) I almost panicked over not being able to get to the trivia quiz since I don’t have it bookmarked separately.
3) Good thing I remembered Google.
4) But enough about me.
5) You would rather talk to real people (and your wife, at that) than us?
6) Now I feel like Pinnochio.
7) Or maybe it’s more like the Velveteen Rabbit.
8) (And this one is important!) I hope YDW is okay now.
9) Listening to grass grow is a favorite pastime of mine.
10) Not so much on the watching paint dry. Those fumes are terrible.
Jenni- the fumes are the best part of the paint! Enough fumes you can even hear the grass singing as it grows! :)
Willow, self-deprecation? Check. Smart-ass tendency? Check. Disdain for idiots? Check. Respect and love for YDW? Check. sounds like things are ok to me. I’ll worry about you when your posts go along the lines of, “isn’t life wonderful? I loooove you all. Gee, look! The sun’s out.”
I was so worried yesterday! Glad all is okay and like the others I would come here and read anything you wrote about, plus the comments are so fun. Love Claudia’s today, made me laugh cause it is so true.
xoxo
Hey! The Dingo is back!!!!!
I see I’m not the only one who wants to see pictures of the stuff you bought!
What kind of grass you growin??? Maybe watching paint dry isn’t as boring as it sounds, in that case!
I guess your excused.
I need to come up with some valid excuses.
My daughter’s cat (named Lucky) keeps attacking me when I try to get to the computer. There is one.
Glad your’re feeling better.
I may be peaced out on happy pills but if you think I can let let two different misuses of the English language go unnoticed YOU’RE wrong. Your initial use of “your” was bad enough, but to compound it with “your’re” is unforgivable! – Love WT
Surgery, shmurgery – a real blogger would have found some way to post….you know,like me….every single day. (and that is my bullshit for the day)