tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post8576053776118475943..comments2023-05-24T23:33:57.516+10:00Comments on My Unwelcome Stranger: The village idiotDenis Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-81133494786979861962012-01-29T15:09:07.703+11:002012-01-29T15:09:07.703+11:00Michael and I use each other for word searches, bu...Michael and I use each other for word searches, but if I had to add footnotes, I'd be citing 'thesaurus' pretty often. My mind is so much more sluggish than it used to be. Sometimes I think it's just plain overcrowded! Though I know we only use a tiny percentage of our capability.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-48250224043981445302012-01-29T09:33:21.753+11:002012-01-29T09:33:21.753+11:00Hi Carroll: sympathies and empathy returned in equ...Hi Carroll: sympathies and empathy returned in equal measure. I have found such generosity of spirit amongst people who have travelled this path before, often as the carer who looked after a loved one to the end. <br /><br />One never begrudges the medical advances that will save lives in the future. The treatment we get or got at whatever time is built on the experiences and research from the past. I wish that your husband could have got the same life-prolonging treatment that was open to me. No doubt someone in the future will wish that people like me at this time would have had access to their treatment.<br /><br />It's the way things work out. I appreciate your kind thoughts very much. Please continue to enjoy the amusing bits of this blog, such as they may be, and see how other things progress.Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-23599293039450691612012-01-29T08:35:44.848+11:002012-01-29T08:35:44.848+11:00Just when I thought no-one could miss obvious chan...Just when I thought no-one could miss obvious changes more than I, you give me comfort. I thought that was classed as 'a boy look', but you suffer from it too! <br /><br />There's another story in the way blokes look for things and how it differs from that of women. Another time, if I can find where I stored my collection of 'stories yet to be told'.<br /><br />I can't now think of most words when they're needed. This creates disconcerting gaps in my stories until I ask Tracey, 'What's the word that means "unsettling"?'<br /><br />'Disconcerting,' she says, quick as a flash.<br /><br />I'm going to have to use footnotes soon, to acknowledge word sources.Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-90258053405041022722012-01-29T08:26:23.674+11:002012-01-29T08:26:23.674+11:00Oh, I'm really quite good at giving directions...Oh, I'm really quite good at giving directions - but apparently not always to the right place! (I'll just keep digging....)Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-89607386957002649392012-01-29T08:23:57.497+11:002012-01-29T08:23:57.497+11:00I offered her equal time to put hers, but Computer...I offered her equal time to put hers, but Computer Says No. :) <br /><br />Thanks, Gary. What is there but to find the funny side of life, hey? The alternative's not very much fun for anyone....Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-79207295563602807672012-01-29T07:57:31.885+11:002012-01-29T07:57:31.885+11:00Just discovered your blog. Sympathies and empathy...Just discovered your blog. Sympathies and empathy with the stranger. My husband died of a brain tumour 22 years ago. Nothing could be done. There seems to be a lot more happening these days and thrilled that you are surviving.Brigidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07862531789968068093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-64139933055632075982012-01-28T14:28:30.359+11:002012-01-28T14:28:30.359+11:00Oh...isn't the Pink Pub pink anymore? And the ...Oh...isn't the Pink Pub pink anymore? And the race course and showground are all one, aren't they? Hmm, unobservant. I hadn't even noticed that you looked like a 'shambly old bloke'. But I do like the 'groin' story, too, heheh. (Also am impressed by the word 'embellish'. Just the sort of word I can't think of when needed.)<br /><br />Julie M.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-9394995241658742422012-01-28T14:02:27.884+11:002012-01-28T14:02:27.884+11:00But it is a good side Tracey. And I enjoyed the te...But it is a good side Tracey. And I enjoyed the telling.@gjfrynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-4787324395533997802012-01-28T13:54:59.748+11:002012-01-28T13:54:59.748+11:00No worries. I suck at giving directions even with...No worries. I suck at giving directions even without the brain tumour. <br /><br />Great story.Bibliomamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11825424183978181238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-33099354887785796062012-01-28T13:01:17.538+11:002012-01-28T13:01:17.538+11:00This is all, of course, only HIS SIDE OF THE STORY...This is all, of course, only HIS SIDE OF THE STORY!Traceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09920294359715307782noreply@blogger.com