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Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Raindrops on Roses

It was very wet today, raining most of the day.  I had a late start to the day and popped down the road to the post office and bank and to pick up some cheese from the supermarket for dinner.

I did a little sewing of a project I have on the go.

I took both Pirate and Percy for walks.  I have to take them one at a time as Pirate can't walk very far now and Percy of course is bounding with energy.

I took a few photos of my roses.  I am going to try and start experimenting a bit more with my macro lens as I really don't use it to its full advantage.





I took several of this rose covered with raindrops.


Trying out different settings.



I wasm't overly happy with this shot, and then thought, actually I quite like it with the different focus and out of focus effects.

Sunday, 31 March 2013

A Happy Easter?

Thinking you can do something really good for someone often has a way of turning round and biting you back hard!  How many more years of this I wonder?  Is the only way to cope to take drugs?  To avoid the constant turmoil and stomach aches, heartache and tears that only a certain person can cause.  To care for someone with Oppositional Defiance Disorder, with no empathy, compassion or sense of consequences is so very very tough, and I really don't know how much longer I can do it for.  Sure there are good days but ONLY when things are going his way, and nothing is questioned...  There is only one way for a smooth ride, and that is to NEVER, EVER, do or say anything that might go against his way of thinking.  While it is okay for him to go through our bedroom and take stuff, raid the fridge, freezer and cupboards, if we try to attempt any discipline it is just thrown in our face by more defiance...how is not studying for his GCSE's due to not getting any Easter eggs (because of his greed and the taking of other things that were NOT his to take) punish us?  It will be him who fails his exams...  Oh I know....it will mean we have to put up with more of this cr@p as he won't get into 6th form and will be HOME ALL THE TIME helping himself to whatever, whenever, without any thought to anyone else.

Tears, tears and more tears.