Forget political gloom and doom. There are other things to think about!

Last week I posted a blog full of disjointed whingeing about politicians’ rorts and their lying. Well, never-ending corruption, actually.

I have been absolutely fed up with all that was/is wrong with the people who are pretending to be in charge of this country. I also am sick of myself, as all I do is whinge and feel ineffective in amongst  the awful stuff that is the current state of affairs – in this country and across the world.
I apologise to anyone who may have read my last blog. That sort of writing from me is about to stop!

I have written so often about inequality that I have almost run out of accompanying Google Images of empty un-balance scales!
It is time I left political and other world worries for a while.

I will, for a while, only briefly scan Twitter. I will also only briefly scan online daily headlines from ABC, The Age and The Guardian.
I will try to not get too mad when I watch the ABC News at night, as I sip a brandy.
When the 7:30 program comes on, I will leave the room and make a cup of tea whenever a lying politician appears.
That way I hope to retain some needed calm. 

Meanwhile at ground-zero on the home-front:
The dog is not well. Her back legs are no longer working and she is seemingly unaware of her surroundings. At almost sixteen years of age, I’m sure she is nearing the end of her life.
I am reluctant to make a call to the vet, as I feel sure that it will not be a happy prognosis and the ‘treatment’ offered will be more final than I can bear at the moment, so I will continue to try some doggie-type home based palliative care for her. I am hoping that the steroid injection I have had in my hip will stand me in good stead, as I try to lift a 12 kg Cavoodle on and off her bed.
It’s all a bit messy.

To add to all this canine patient care, it has been raining for a week. Not just sprinkles, but continuous tropical downpours, averaging over 100 mm per day. The ground is awash and the back yard is underwater. Not a helpful situation with a seriously ailing dog who needs to squat on the grass (with my help) every so often…otherwise it’s inside or on the veranda!

Oh, happy days!
Life has its ups and downs.

For contrast, here’s an upper—totally off-topic but up for discussion…​

​I offer one of my parenting observations to perhaps provide some irrelevant cheer:
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There are times when parents have to temporarily relax some of their rigid rules and principles--with wild abandon. A child’s birthday party is one such occasion. The one time a small child, who is raised on healthy food and healthy habits, should be able to ‘run amok’ (in a dietary way) with permission, is on his or her birthday. It adds to the day’s excess of fun, creating delight and happy memories.
In my mind it is their right!