A cockatoo called Horse

Throughout May, I intended to write something here. I kept putting it off, for various reasons. Now it’s June. So I’m going to do a quick (I hope) summary of May, if I may (and even if I may not!) - in order of date.

We started the month with a visit to the Neurosurgeon, who concurred with the Oncologist. She disagreed with the part of the report that said the ventricles were enlarged, and showed me the image on the screen. I concurred also. I’m happy to agree with the experts when they’re telling me what I want to hear.

Soccer season finally managed to drag its way to a start, a month late due to weather cancellations and public holidays.

The Man turned 40 and I somehow managed to get some people to keep a secret long enough to give him a surprise party.

I was thinking a lot about my Nonno (click on the link if you’re interested in my thoughts). He died 22 years ago that day, just four days shy of his 75th birthday. I especially think of him every year on both the 20th and the 24th, but this year was even more significant than usual. He was ferried to hospital by boat, across floodwaters, and he never came home. This year, around his anniversary, the same area was being inundated again. By his birthday, they were again cleaning up the mess. The weather system also caused flooding in parts of Brisbane, and on the Sunshine and Gold Coasts (as well as massive beach erosion).

More soccer cancellations, and more stress for the decision-makers who can never keep everybody happy. I don’t want their job. Or at least, they should be paid for the stress it causes! They’re volunteers, but nobody seems to realise that when they’re complaining.

Some time later our Club posted a link to this as a “If you think we got it bad, check this out!” sort of thing.

Soccer training was off, but photos were on. This is another time I don’t want the organisers’ job. Glad that only happens once a year! It was even crazier than usual, because most teams didn’t collect their money and forms until the last minute, due to all the training and game cancellations. Games did go ahead this time, so we’ve now managed to play more than half of the scheduled games.

My choir sang in Queen St Mall as part of the Italian Week celebrations (today is Italian Republic Day). We went prepared with the electronic keyboard and were surprised with an acoustic baby grand. That was very cool. The guy on the sound equipment did a great job, and so did the choir. We don’t usually do so well outdoors. To add to the fun, I saw people I haven’t seen in ages, and all of them completely unrelated to each other. I think surprise meetings are the best. Unfortunately, since we all have colds, I went by myself, so the boys didn’t get to participate in the fun.

So there it is, May in a nutshell. Aren’t you glad I didn’t blog every single one of those days in detail?

Let’s see how I go in June…