The After Shock to a Annus Horribilis

Greetings Skinlovers…..

2nd of January Doldrums….

For those who do not know latin annus horribilis means a year of Disaster or misfortune….

Life has a circle you are born, you live and maybe learn and then you die.
I hope that everyone is all right, and got through this year that passed in one piece no drama, histrionics and melodramas or tragedies.

As for me it was truly a year of upheavals, people dying some of natural causes , and some of unnatural causes. It definitely was a shocker to the system.

The amount of speculation and rumours, this town is rife with them, people who know or pretend to know.
And really they did not have a clue.
We lost Auntie Adeeba who was a lovely soul, she lost her battle against cancer, sad, but, at least no more suffering. I don’t mind death that doesn’t bother me it is the way they are taken from us that gets me, I do not want anyone to have to suffer, simply put when I die I have a bone to pick with God……. Just Saying.

I withdrew into my own little world, the universe of my creation. The parental unit ignoring all the advice we gave him before retiring, plopped himself into his recliner, got fat got ill, first we had to deal with Bronchial Pneumonia and water on the lungs, to which we gave him Intravenous Diuretics and Levafloxicine (I have never read side-effects on an Antibiotics like this one, nearly the same as the side-effects of taking Prozac).
It was hellish. To see deterioration like that and so fast.
Well when that was over, we got the Back aches, and the stubborn old one didn’t listen to us again, so now we had to take him to the Nephrologist, Cardioligist, and the MD for spinal troubles, to discover that L-4 & L-5 are deteriorating and that there is Stenosis among other things. So on Monday it will be spinal surgery. Such is life. Hope it works and his pain is alleviated at least.
Fingers Crossed.

How was my Newts Ear Eve…. Well, spent it with Dad, and Fez my brother, Maz couldn’t make it was busy with the whole condolences thing and the kids (aunti Adeeba was his mother in law), we had leg of lamb, and some veggies, and a couple of glasses of Santa Digna Estelado Rose a lovely fair trade sparkling wine from Torres (Not too dry and a lovely fruity citrusy taste).
Yesterday, drove the Rosita to her friends and she went to a party we warned a snowstorm was on the way, and she arrived before the slush turned snow/ice. Thank God for internet TV. The slush interfered with the reception on the satellite so yours truly had to devise an anti-frost de-icing kind of mixture to pour over the dish this morning as soon as it was dry.

So my lovelies this has been the report on what is going on with me so far.

I had to cancel my April/May trip to Europe, which means I am going to miss the Eurovision Song Contest in Stockholm and that gutted me, but what is one to do one has ones priorities.
This is life as an adult over a certain age you take on the role of adult while the parental units take on the role of naughty children. 😀
And that is okay, it’s the circle of life.
One marches on as one does, ever-forward hopefully ever upwards, just keeping fingers crossed that nothing overly dramatic hits one.

That was my truth now tell me yours…….
Enjoy the song…………000 Doomed small SkullDuggery 1 SkullDuggery Simple copy Portent of Doom 2 copy 2013-09-03 16.43.55

A quoi je sers by Mylene Farmer


I don’t own the rights to any of this posting it as an illustration to the lyrics below.
Copyrights are Mylen Farmer and Laurent Boutannait……

Poussière vivante, je cherche en vain ma voie lactée
Dans ma tourmente, je n’ai trouvé qu’un mausolée
Et je divague
J’ai peur du vide
Je tourne des pages
Mais … des pages vides

Poussière errante, je n’ai pas su me diriger
Chaque heure demande pour qui, pour quoi, se redresser
Et je divague
J’ai peur du vide
Pourquoi ces larmes
Dis… à quoi bon vire

Mais mon Dieu de quoi j’ai l’air
Je sers à rien du tout
Et qui peut dire dans cet enfer
Ce qu’on attend de nous, j’avoue
Ne plus savoir à quoi je sers
Sans doute à rien du tout
A présent je peux me taire
Si tout devient dégoût

Poussière brûlante, la fièvre a eu raison de moi
Je ris sans rire, je fais n’importe quoi
Et je divague
J’ai peur du vide
Je tourne des pages
Mais … des pages vides

Mais mon Dieu de quoi j’ai l’air
Je sers à rien du tout
Et qui peut dire dans cet enfer
Ce qu’on attend de nous, j’avoue
Ne plus savoir à quoi je sers
Sans doute à rien du tout
A présent je peux me taire
Si tout devient dégoût.

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About descantia

A melting pot of contradictions! Artist, Designer (most media), Copywriter, Thespian, Chanteuse, Dancer, Performance artist, Make-up artist and so much more... The penultimate liberal hedonist with conservative leanings! Exacting, free, libertine with a Courtesan mentality! Honest, blunt, viciously unkind when dealing with fools, ingrates, liars, and any deceivers. Detests: Hypocrisy, Disloyalty, Infidelity, Stupidity, Anyone Devoid of Morals Ethics and decent manners and behaviour. Loves being a Snarky Grumpy Bitter Old Elitist!
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