Greetings once again gentle readers
It has been a while since I have visited my Blog, and many things have occurred since the last time.
My fourth eldest daughter has returned with her internet lover. She met him and conversed over the net, and then moved to Tasmania to be with him. Any way, It seems that the cold weather did not agree with her so they have moved back Queensland.
He is the kind of male that would prefer to have a mother, rather than a lover. He treats her with contempt, is verbally abusive, and spends his weekends glued to the television watching sport, only leaving it to grudgingly bring her over here to see us where he sits in utter boredom as we do not have the television turned on during the day. Conversation wise, he is a two word sentence. I think he knows she tells us everything and is to embarrassed to say much.
Another daughter has finally rid herself of her freeloading Boyfriend. She has realized that giving him money to support his drinking and Pot habits is a dead end.
On the other hand, since the breakup she has become somewhat erratic in her behavior.
On the plus side, her marks at school have gone up quite substantially; she has even become involved with the drama class and is in the school musical. She will be attending a Drama Camp soon, put on by the national Institute of Dramatic Arts.
Last night was a worry though; she went out with our ďAdopted DaughterĒ, a girl who was thrown out of home because her step Mother thought her father was giving her too much attention, instead of his new wife, and was accompanied by a boy from down the road. Andrew is a bit slow due to brain damage, caused by oxygen starvation at birth, but he is a nice kid, a bit like a gentle giant.
Anyway, at about ten pm he comes knocking on our door, wanting to know if the girls are home. Seems they became separated in the crowd at a club, and after spending hours searching around Brisbane could not find them. He assumed that they had come home.
On finding out that they were not home he went out again trying to find them.
In the meantime we sat around worrying, but also thinking that they had gone to a friendís house, something that they usually do, when they cannot get home. So we were not too worried.
At two am we get a phone call from them telling me that they are stuck at a railway station having missed the last train home. It seems that they had been followed by a group of males who had been making a nuisance of themselves. In desperation they had hailed a passing Police car for help. After speaking to the Police Officer on the phone, it was suggested that they take the girls to a Police Station where I could pick them up.
I got totally lost on the way there. It seems that the local council had changed a lot of the roads to one way. I only discovered this after driving up a one way street for about a kilometer, wondering why other cars were flashing their lights. I mean, what would you expect, from a guy thatís been woken up in the early hours.
I finally found the Police station, and the girls, feeling slightly embarrassed and subdued, came out to meet me.
On the way home, driving down the freeway, at a sedate ninety five, I noticed two things. Firstly I noticed the distinct odour of Whisky. They tried to pass it off as the result of being in the back of a Police car that had previously transported a drunk. I just smiled to myself, not wishing to shatter their story.
The second thing I noticed was two pair of headlights moving at a great rate behind me. I checked my Speedo and saw that I was within the speed limit, think that they were the Police. The next instant, I was surrounded by three cars having a drag race; the only problem was that there were only three lanes, and I was in one of them. Having nowhere to go but straight ahead, I maintained my speed and hoped for the best. After much Horn blowing and flashing of lights, they finally got around and left me behind. I would have estimated their speed at around 160 kph.
As I was starting to relax, another car came flying past me, only this one was an unmarked Police car, I figure he was doing around 240 kph. If heíd had wings and a joystick, he could have flown the car.
I finally got home safely with the girls at 4.30 am. Both girls were very apologetic, and feeling very sorry for themselves. Jessica offered money to pay for petrol and I was tempted to say no, but on second thoughts I took the ten, figuring that they had to learn that there are consequences to pay for their actions in deliberately loosing their escort. Besides it means they have less money to buy cigarettes.
I found out the following morning that the police had caught up with the racers. One had sideswiped a car, running into a cement pole, killing the driver, ( 19) and his girlfriend (17).
I should mention that Mojo the feral cat has gone to that great Pussy Palace in the sky. She discovered that chasing cars is a no no, especialy when another car is following. The two kittens that remain with us, Vanti and Punk, are somewhat boisterous, driving the whole house crazy with their antics. However a visit to the Vet will soon calm things down a bit. I hope.
I will leave you now my friends as it is 2 am, and I am feeling somewhat tired. Besides the pain killers are just kicking in, finally, and Iím starting to feel very happy. So happy the keyboard has gone dyslexic, and Iím continuously correcting this as I type.
So until next time, may your Gods, whoever they may be, watch over you and keep you safe. And may Love be your constant companion, as you struggle through your daily lives.