The ugly brown couch is still here and kicking despite my attempts to sell it in the Buy Sell and Trade. I didn't have one call on it. Next to giving it away I'm not sure what to do. This family room is in serious need of a makeover but I have no help in that department. What a beautiful day today! I have lots to do but think I will just take off and find an adventure. Not much happening here. Actually my place is kinda boring for the summer. No beautiful backyard to sit out in. Need to move to the country. I suppose I could go camping as there is a full size tent pitched in my garage. Off to enjoy the sun before another workweek sets in.

What would you do? What would you do if a friend asked you to look after their pet (say a fish) and while you were changing it's cage it jumped out on the floor and the dog ate it. Would you go to the nearest fishstore and try to get a replacement lookalike? Is that being dishonest? Or is that being kind? Your friend probably wouldn't know the difference anyway and it would save her from the psychological stress of the fish's death. Is there any harm in a little lie like this?

Isn't life just so grand? Or is it..... You know it's gotta be bad when you are blogging on a Fri night. You know it's bad when you are rereading old hotmail messages because there are no new ones. You know it's bad when "the presence" you feel in bed in the morning and wrap your arms around is your dog. You know it's bad when you go to Zeller's on Fri night for something to do. You know it's bad when you carry a BBQ lighter in your car to get into your mailbox. You know it's bad when you take a Tim Horton's cup out of the garbage because someone forgot to "roll up the rim." ( I did wash my hands after.) And I did win a doughnut so I guess it's not that bad.

A friend of mine gave me something to think about today. She had this quote that she has been using almost as a daily mantra. "What is done is done. What is undone is undone. Let it be." What does it mean? Is it releasing us from the responsibilty to do what we have to do? Is it an unfeeling comment - callous disregard? Or does it help us realize that we are not perfect and must accept that imperfection to move forward. Why is something undone? It could be one's own fault. It could be laziness. But it could be something completely out of our own control. After all we can only control our own behavour.

The ugly brown couch may not be here much longer. It goes into the BST this week and to the highest bidder. It has got to be the most uncomfortable piece of furniture that I have ever had. It's all lumpy and bumpy and once you sit in it you need a crane to get you out. You see it's not the ugly or the brown that is making me do this. I could live with ugly or brown if it was just comfortable.

She says to start typing but I am scared. What am I afraid of? Do I think I have nothing to offer? Well here goes. I want to tell you about the bloodtaking incident yesterday. I was the bloodtaker and my daughter (brave daughter ) was the bloodgiver. I never would have predicted her reaction to the mere idea of taking blood from her. I clearly underestimated how udderly squemish she is. In all my years I have never seen a reaction quite like it. It was difficult to know whether to be stern , to laugh, or to cry. Is she for real? How can someone double over in sheer terror, laughter and hysteria all at the same time. Her eyes were bulging and she was gasping for breath. All I did was put the tourniquet on he arm. Then I made the huge mistake of merely touching her vein. That was all she needed - nothing else - no needle, no site of blood. I realized it was not going to happen. A fellow colleague heard the screams and hysterical laughter coming from the room and came to the rescue. With my darling daughter firmly supported on each side and her arm restrained we were finally successful.

Cheers!

Cheers!