You’re The Best Thing That Ever Happened ..

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Check that pic of my 3 kids taken on the morning of the Millennium,   Laura is now 28,  Claire 22 and Steven 30.   All summer babies.

Happy days.

Things have changed in the past almost 20 years.  I was divorced a few years later and they’ve grown up,  All young graduates and my elder two are established in their careers and living with their partners.

A couple of weeks ago,  I mentioned on here how pleased I was for my munchkin, Claire 22,  to graduate and get a new job.

The only problem is that the new job is down south at one of the major banks.  Thankfully its not London based,  but it is a fantastic opportunity and carries an amazing starting salary.

I’m absolutely delighted for her.

But here’s the thing ..  I’m somehow sad,  not for her or them .. I’m delighted ..  that doesn’t change.    But its as if somehow its an end of an era and my purpose and usefulness has come to an end.

That’s rubbish really .. I know it .. You know it.

But its overwhelming.

I find myself making tea in the morning,  knowing that she’s still asleep in bed,  knowing that she’s safe and thinking next week,  I’m on my own.

We had dinner last week and her brother and sister wrote beautiful messages on the good-luck cards they have her ..  Their as proud as I am ,, but without the angst.

Tomorrow I drive her down south,  she’s going to be living with her boyfriends parents.

I’m looking forward to meeting them and I’m pleased that she’s not going to a flat. Moving house and starting a new job in a new city is stressful enough never mind living in another unknown place.

A 6 hour drive from Glasgow and it will be like driving her down the aisle.   Giving her away to a new life.

Yeah pathetic I know.

She says she’ll be back every few weeks and she’s already planned to be back on the 14th.

But how long will that last?

Indefinitely she says,  her life is up her,  she says.

And I want to believe her,  even although she’s starting a new life down there.

I hear my inner voice saying,  part of being a parent is you need to let them fly,   you’ve done a good job,  provided for them and gave them the tools to fly and now they are living their own lives.

It’s my proudest achievement seeing them get on in life.

But despite my brain over-ruling my heart, knowing it makes sense,  it still hurts.

Jeez,  I’ve had my moments of heartache or even heartbreak before.

But nothing,  no nothing, compares to this.

Tomorrow her boyfriends parents kindly offered if i’d like to stay at theirs.  But I booked a hotel to save any inconvenience.  I’m genuinely looking forward to meeting them and going for dinner on Saturday night.

No doubt that there will be sad good-byes on Sunday before the drive back north to Glasgow.

No doubt that I’ll be choked but will try and keep a smile on my face.

On the positive site,  next week,  an empty nest ..  I can sit about in my pants ..  play my music or piano as loud as a like at any time of day or night.

It’s time to take the parental gloves off and get back to living a single life.

Give it a couple of years,  the grand-kids will be here and I’m quitting this working for a living malarkey.

Bring it on!!   🙂


 

Sunday at 12pm,   Celtic are playing Rangers at Ibrox,   I may be driving up the road or might watch it down south then head for home.

I hope there aren’t any more tears on that long drive up the road.

Have a good weekend whatever you do.

Brain-Dead?

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Client – As a matter of interest,  what will you do with my body  afterwards?

Salesman – Do you really want to know?

Client – Yes and no.   I’m interested but don’t want to know the gory details.

Salesman – Well after your brain is removed,  you’re finished with it and there’s no need to keep it.  The important thing is that the surgeons focus on the installing your brain in your new body.

Client – Yes,  I appreciate that,  I just wondered what you did with my old body afterwards? Continue reading “Brain-Dead?”

Work Stories – The Hills Have Pies?

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The fat family.

Two men and a woman,  all mid-50’s,  white hair,  podgy faces and bodies.

They moved up to my area recently,   currently seated directly facing me two banks of desks away.

I don’t know anything about these people, I’m sure they are lovely, intelligent,  hard-working,  all that good stuff.

But here’s what I noticed .. they all look exactly the same .. like some sort of clones who have been fed a strict diet of McDonalds.

Face,  body,  hair  … All very similar.

Demeanour?

Absolutely no idea .. apart from the fact that they talk non-stop and are constantly stuffing their already fat faces.

Do you think that they are good people are bad people?

Get real for fucks sakes!

How can you possibly make such a decision on so little information?

Of course they are good people,  holding down a job,  earning a living for their families.

Even if it is just the one family!    🙂

But don’t confuse being fat or old or grey with being incapable.

That would only say more about you than them.

 

Alone With #ThePretenders?

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Chrissie Hynde surveyed the room before her,  a sell-out of 3000 souls all seated expectantly in the Glasgow Royal Concert hall.

“It’s not the Barralands,  is it?”   She quipped before bursting into her first song Alone,  the title track from her new album.

My brother Duncan and I smiled at each other and with a quick look at the mostly grey heads in front and all around us,  we had to agree. Continue reading “Alone With #ThePretenders?”

Kids these days …. #Glasgow

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Its 7am and I’m having a lazy day.

I was still awake before my usual alarm at 6:30am even although I’m not “officially” working for the next two weeks.

Somehow I’ve managed to wangle it that the consultancy I was working for are still paying me until the end of the month even although I’m already working elsewhere and have been for the past 3 weeks until they implemented their “furlough” on contractors over the Easter period.

Bummer ..  shit happens .. but when It does sell toilet paper and Imodium.

So I’m making the best of it and looking for a last minute sunshine holiday for a week.

Better get those invoices done tho .. I’m garbage at that self employed admin stuff.

Anyhoo …

My youngest daughter is also on a break from her university studies over the next few .. yep she should be studying and has course works to do etc.

But last night her and her bestie were getting ready at mine and heading out on the town .. because  .. “Dad nowhere opens until 11”. Continue reading “Kids these days …. #Glasgow”

A bit fit? #fitbit

So ..  it was my birthday last week.  My kids bought me a Fitbit Blaze   Basically a smart watch which monitors various aspects of your health and wellbeing.

I’ve got to tell you I was somewhat cynical to the claims made in its reviews of accuracy and functionality.

But hey I was born cynical!
However ..  I’m happy to report that after a week of wearing my device, it’s my new favourite toy.

I’ve found that it accurately monitors the number of steps, floors climbed, daily exercise routine or a lack of.

A personal highlight is that it produces an accurate assessment of my sleep pattern.  See screenshot above.

My sleep pattern is pretty awful, prior to starting this new job I’d be up until 1am most nights or sleeping at 10 then awake at 4.     That may still be the case as I need to start waking up at 630 and out at 730am and have been tired most nights.

But this records the sleep I’m getting.   Friday night and I’m out at 1030 and get over 7 hours sleep.  I’m amazed at that.

The best thing I’ve found though is that the Fitbit isn’t just a monitoring tool but is also a motivational tool.  Continue reading “A bit fit? #fitbit”

Losing your marbles?

 

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Getting old is awful, watching the people that you love lose their mental or physical faculties and suffer has to be one of the hardest things to take, the only exception that I can think of is the death of a child.

I was over at my wee dads last night, 81 years young and sharp as a tack, but he suffers paralysis on one-side due the stroke he had 10 years ago.

It doesn’t stop him tho,  he’s at his bowling club most days organising things.

He’s got this never-give-up attitude like a lot of people from his generation,  who have faced much more hardship than we our children ever will.

I love and find him inspirational.

I consider myself lucky that he’s still with us, particularly as over the past few days a friend has lost their dad and another family member is badly losing their physical faculties whilst still all there mentally.

It brings our own mortality closer to home and I can empathise as my mum had went through a similar experience before she passed away a few years ago.

Either case is awful for the people left behind.

God knows that no-one wants to be that person sitting in a chair by the window defecating yourself unable to walk to the loo or clean yourself up.

It’s degrading for the individual involved, they lose their dignity and its awful for the people who love them as they don’t deserve to see their parent or loved one in that state.

In that situation, of course you love them, you do what you can, even although you both feel embarrassed by the situation.

Getting old, your body failing is a horrible situation.

You’re mind failing is worse, when you are no longer you and you can’t remember your loved ones.

Mind or Body failing .. which would you choose?

Continue reading “Losing your marbles?”