July has been a really big month.

My True Love was discharged from hospital. Some weird shit went down but he’s alive so that is the main thing. Did you know that many elderly people who probably should be cared for in nursing homes are parked in Australia’s public hospital wards, occupying scarce beds? (Note that WP’s AI assistant advises me that the word “probably” is a weasel word. I like the way it thinks. Note too that aged care is the responsibility of the Australian national government while public hospitals are the responsibility of Australian state governments.) Anyway, there were a lot of dementia patients on the ward where my TL was admitted. He wasn’t one of them. Anyway, anyway, the whole family was so happy when our dear one was discharged despite still not knowing what caused the weirdness.

I must have known that my TL was going to have a medical episode. (Have you noticed that the phrase “medical episode” is the latest fad to describe a serious life threatening medical emergency?) I digress. What were the subtle signs of impending illness? Well, I started to dig up my front yard. Long term readers may recall that another medical episode coincided with my last effort to start a verge garden. Anyway, this time I plan to establish a native grassland in my front yard, hopefully before the dirt is blown away in some summer dust storm or something else happens.

Also in July, my son finally moved into his new house. My heartfelt thanks go to my friends who between them supplied my son with enough secondhand furniture and bits and bobs to almost completely set up his house. The universe also provided him with a few freebies dumped or left out in the street for people to take. My son picked up some roadside coat hangers (!!!), some aluminum outdoor chairs in good nick and this practically new recliner (!!!!).

Who dumps a new recliner in a conservation area? My theory is that someone died in that chair so the grieving parties decided to offload the chair with minimum fuss by dumping it in our conservation area. My son found the same type of chair selling online for $600. Anyway, I rang the government to report it and the person I spoke to said they would add it to the next bulk waste run. Suffering succotash, by the time that happened, the chair would be ruined rain pending! So we took it home. It’s very comfortable and doesn’t smell.

Ama had her own weird medical episode. She’s not a young dog. But she survived. Fynn got another year older. Here he is on his birthday. It was a very cold, rainy day.

Fynn had special icecream as a birthday treat. He thanked us by weeing in the hallway. Fynn doesn’t like rain.

Plus other stuff happened, but these were the highlights.

I hope your July was a good one. Take care, everyone.
All the best.

Tracy.