Someone posted on my Facebook ‘Wall’ last night, saying that it must be about 18 years since they last saw me. They are probably right. What shocked me is that 18 years ago was 1991. I still think of 1991 as recent. It quite clearly isn’t. If you look back at photos from 1991 I look ridiculous. The whole world was tie-dyed, including me.
We listened to Jesus Jones, EMF and Faith No More. Where did they all go?
I am the same age now as my parents were when I was a teenager. They seemed really old back then, yet I still feel really young even though I’m 40 in a couple of years. Whilst we are on the subject of 1991, I’m already 11 years older than Kurt Cobain ever made it to, yet he still seems strangely older than me. Getting older is certainly more than a bit of an odd experience.
Nothing really much has happened since the last time I posted. It’s all a bit work – home – work – home at the minute. I’m just grateful there is a work element to that. A lot of people don’t have that luxury at the moment. On the family front, Sam has come on somewhat and can now find and point out the hidden ‘Pontypines’ in his ‘In the Night Garden’ book. A useful life skill no doubt.
Monday this week saw the two year anniversary of my Grandad’s death. It’s another sobering thought that 2 years have passed so quickly. Visiting the cemetery on Sunday, I realised that more than half of the grief of the last two years has actually just been anger at the way he was treated in his latter days and the lack of care.
For the past two years I’ve been unable to separate the man from the manner of his death and I’ve continued to be angry as a result. I have to be reasonable about it. He was 88 years old. A good age by any standard. Hardly cut down in his prime. It’s time to remember the man and forget the traumas of the hospital and social services. He had a good life and the bad bit at the end was only a miniscule part of it.
Speaking of graves, Edinburgh City Council seem to be digging their own. Princes Street closed, buses rerouted everywhere, traffic grinding to a halt yet no work going on. The German contractors have said “Nein” and it’s all ground to a halt. Oh dear. I’ve got a feeling they need to sort it out soon or there will be hell to pay.
I watch and wait.
on Feb 25th, 2009 at 4:29 pm
But there is a lovely fake tram on Princes Street! So that’s alright, then.