Middlle Of Everything

I am in the middle of everything. I am in the middle of winter and this winter is real cold. Some night it was so cold I have to wrap myself up. My friend and brother in the States, my friends in UK would most probably laughing their head off. To them our winter would be like spring to them. It have to be cold and not my imagination because this year my wife have to wrap herself up to keep warm. She is the strong one!


The nights are clear and if it rains, it rain in the wrong places and not in the catchment areas. Same time this year, the water level in the dam is much lower than last year and I dread to imagine what come this summer if there are not enough rain to fill the dam.


I am in the middle of doing my tax and Maureen's tax return. There are so much paperwork to sort out and arranging them for the accountant to maximise the claim returns. Every cents count especially basic food and fuel have gone up. My accountant is 90 years old. He is still sharp with his brain even though he moves slowly after a fall from an escalator in the shopping centre. This will be his last year doing our tax returns. He has been doing our returns for the last 20 years. Next year, we have to start looking for another one that can be trusted.

I am in the middle of deciding whether to jump ship. My ex-boss has sold his company for a large sum of monies to the largest Trailer Manufacturer in china. The engineering manger offered me my old job back. Salary wise it about the same, job more interesting but I have to work another 4.5 hours more per week. Decision, decision, decision. Why life have to be so hard?


I am in the middle of cleaning up the garden. The drought have killed my favourite rose plant and some other plants.


Some other plants have thrived better. They have grown wild and all over the place and it need cutting back before they choke the rest of the struggling plants. Rose plants need to be pruned for Spring but the cold weekends see me in the house more than in the garden. Sigh.

I am in the middle of deciding whether I should continue blogging. I always wondered whether people do really read the posts I write. Sometime I feel I am wasting my time and could have use this time for something else more productive. Morever, I am running out of things to write. I am sure you do not want to read what I eat, what I wear, what I read etc. I am sure you want to read posts of substance and not craps.

While you are contemplating or deciding whether I should continue blogging, please excuse me for a while. I am in the middle of farting and I need to let it out before I turn all blue.

Goodnight!