Eurovision is now officially over and my Sunday run up of my favorites, pretty much covered the bottom of the European voting system's final choices! Yeah, I was, and still am, amazed. The Ukraine won with a presentation that was truly forgettable. Sigh. I could understand Russia, my favorite, not winning because really it was the video that made the presentation not the singers ability - though he has the talent, it just was not represented by the song. But Australia should have been a clear winner!
And from what I can find on the internet, it seems that politics have once again played a heavy hand in deciding winners and losers. The Ukraine is the underdog to Russia's aggression. It probably did not help that Putin decided to oust the remnants of the Cossack's from the Crimea only a few weeks ago - the singer is a Cossack ... oh, to be fair, I ought to have said "Cossack" because the real Cossacks ALL have a very common appearance, and I have two Cossack girls (and a close Cossack friend - all the same!). If the singer, Jamala, is of Cossack descent - it was with a whole lot of gypsy and Russians ago (cough, cough, cough!). Be that as it may, I am sure she was happy with the results of her anti-Russian song.
Politics, its is all about politics, just like the Olympics anymore. Sigh.
I also liked Spy vs Spy and the magazine satire presentation of movie scripts. Some of them were quite good - others no so much - base, rude and cheap humor. But, then that was what Mad disintegrated into by the end of the 1970's. So sad, they had some real talent there for a while. Mad TV, was nothing more than gutter humor even Benny Hill would have known he could not get away with! But, I guess with enough drugs, anything can seem like a good idea. At the time.
My leg is beginning to heal ever so slowly from the damage done to it two weeks ago when an idiot in a Camaro thought I needed to be splattered across the hood of his car. It was intentional, God will give him what he deserves as pay back. But, I would like 10 seconds with that car and my pocket knife ... okay, same ten minutes with a baseball bat in a dark room alone with the driver ... ggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
We celebrated a very late Cinco de Mayo. Swedish Rocket Scientist, Gaelic Girl, Youngest Daughter and Oldest Daughter (with kids in tow) all chewed their way through a pile of food me and Swede produced! It was good as long as one ignored the continual GG negative influence. So: Carne Asada, home made tortillas, home made guacamole, home salsas and a black bean, refried beans. Fresh cilantro was from my micro garden. It was awesome, I ate way too much and I am still hurting around the belt line!
I caught the finances up with where they needed to be and that gave me the freedom to take care of the mother's day gifts! I took my mother to lunch and refused to bite on any of her triggers she is constantly putting out there to start a fight over. It was not a rewarding event and she refused to even open her present! What ever .... My step-mother will be shortly receiving a Harry & David's gift basket at her retirement home. I hope she gets it! And finally to my mining partner's wife, some greeting cards she can use with her card ministry in her church. :) Adoptive mother of mine will be getting flowers, which she loves, on Friday. Whew! A little late, but better than never! I got all of the important women covered.
As I write this, I am a bit weepy as I received a letter from my favorite Aunt in Switzerland. She is just the kind of woman I wish had been in my life as I was growing up: Christian, honest, loving, motherly - scratch that from all of the female influences in my life except for my Great Aunt, but she was not a Christian. So, I slowly chugged through the letter, my German remains all but extinct in my brain since October - but at least I got the idea. And my other Aunt, whom was the only sister father had growing up also wrote. It is stunning how much she looks exactly my father! If father were to have anything other than a military haircut! Both of my aunts complimented me on my willingness to fight through these hardships I have been presented with.
Thinking of that, I hear the same thing from a great many women and two men, in the church on Sunday, at how they can not believe what I have struggled through these past three years (since the accident) and only remained positive. Well, six major operations and loosing a leg is nothing compared to having your soul jerked out through your nose because all of your friends betrayed you in a mass exit from your life. Some would say well then the friends are right and you are wrong - but I know the truth behind what they think they know. Disappointing the willingness to assume and never discuss or ask, just condemn and walk away. Well, one could say I am better off without them in my life. So very odd, so amazing.
One person actually touched me and told me to hang in there .... The number of times ANYONE has touched me since the last operation, with the exception of medical staff, I can count on one hand! Yeah. And I was shaken by the affect of someone actually touching me ... that probably expressed more meaning than anything they could have ever said! And I never thought they could have been old enough to remember "hang in there" .....
So, the end of my ramblings this day. Hope yours goes well and you can remember me in prayer, I still have a long ways to go before I can restart life.
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