Wednesday, July 04, 2012
4th Day Of The Month
Weekend has come and gone and my boy is now fifteen.
Tonight K, S and I went for a one hour walk with Benny. I walked ahead for a lot of the way with Mr Ben and left K and S chatting away together as they walked.
It was one of those still and cold nights where sound travels and I could hear their conversation quite clearly. Or should I say that I could hear my son. He was talking about communism and capitalism. The other day he asked me which I would rather be part of. Was I a communist? Or a capitalist? Socialist?
His opinions were loud and he voiced them for the entire walk. I think K was relieved to get back in the house.
Mr Benny is doing reasonably well with his walks now. I walk so fast that he does not have the chance to pull hard on the leash. I jogged a bit now and then and he ran beside me. When the summer months come I look forward to taking him for more runs. At night it is a bit dark and I might trip.
I have been to the gym a couple of times since my last post. I did two body pump classes which are good value. Since doing years of group personal training I work really hard on my technique to get the most out of a gym class like body pump. The entire sixty minutes were a great, sweaty effort and it was fun to be doing something different.
Last Saturday night we went to see The Three Stooges movie. If you like the the stooges then you will like the movie. We do like them and when my son was about five I bought him the entire collection of The Three Stooges and he watched them many, many times.
So, what did I think of the movie? I loved it. I laughed from the start to the end. It was funny in that fantastic old fashioned slap stick way. The three actors captured the movements of the characters so well. For the next few days I kept laughing about different bits of it. In fact, I liked it so much that I want to see it again.
Lately in our house we have been hearing the following words non stop:
Benny STOP LICKING
Benny STOP BITING
OW, Benny, STOP THAT
You get the drift? He is going through the teenage stage and is really being a bit naughty. He found my other green boot and chewed it. He licks my legs, my jeans, my feet, my hands, my sleeves. He licks chairs. He chews things and I have to be very careful to make sure things are put out of Benny's reach. My husband foolishly left the mail sitting on the back step for a few minutes and came back to find paper strewn all over the back yard. Some of the shredded paper included a cheque for $625. I came into the kitchen and notice that one of the letters had a hole in it and wondered how on earth a snail could eat that much the letterbox in a few hours. But it was Mr Benny who did the deed.
Right now he is licking and chewing the tea towel hanging on the oven door. Carrying it past me. Sitting down and licking it. I'm going to have to get up to swap it for one of his toys. Overall though, he is pretty good. I mean, he is a dog and doing what dogs do. The other day he pulled the weekend newspaper off the table and ran off with it. Although I would like to think my dog is clever, I don't think he had the intention of reading it.
The weekend was such a rainy one. The weather that compels one to stay inside. It rained pretty much for two days and the ground outside was soaking wet. We watched a movie which was a bit dull and kind of matched the wetness of the Sunday. My brother and his family dropped around for a couple of hours. I made the most revolting vegetarian stew that even the dog would not eat. K had two bowls of it and then decided that would the final time he would eat it. It was not nice. He must have been very, very hungry or very, very polite to polish off two bowls of the insipid slop. Still, it has been a while since he had to tip any of my food down the toilet.
My week is just work now. Work. Work and work. Each day this week I wrote out a list of what needed doing and things have not gone according to plan. So I have rejigged the list in the hope that I may have more success tomorrow. What I did was double the size of the list so that at least two things on it would be achieved. Then I might feel as though I achieved something.
At work I swear. I do. I use the F word possibly too much. I delude myself by saying that I use my swear words appropriately. You know, as part of a joke. Or to describe something. Or someone. Or something that someone has done. But the truth is, I just swear randomly when things annoy me. The thing is, as you get older you relax a bit more about the whole right and wrong behaviour thing and just do whatever. The whatever includes swearing for me.
So, when I left work today I made the grand announcement that I was not going to swear at all tomorrow at work.
My announcement was met with disbelief. And laughter. One person actually said it was impossible for me to which I replied that since he was going on three weeks holiday tomorrow I would not feel the urge to swear at all because he would not be around to piss me off.
I know I had to last word there.
I shall, of course, forget my pledge to not have a potty mouth tomorrow.
Unless I put a reminder in my phone.
It will have to go off every ten minutes though. Just to remind me not to drop the F bomb.
Being reminded to not swear would make me want to swear.
I can't win.
Doomed to be a foul mouthed, tattooed slapper for ever.