‘the good, the bad and the ugly’

The Good News is:

The ducklings are getting bigger and this means life is a bit safer for them in their wanderings.

My little duckling is now 11 and is getting bigger (she is probably going to be the tallest in this family).

The not-so-little girl had a terrific birthday weekend with our house turned into the house of girls, loud noise and lots of partaying.

The school holidays are nearly upon us and I will be able to get stuck into some serious writing – this year has been a bit of a write-off in the writing and submitting arena, but I plan to make up for it in the summer lull. A manuscript I will finish by February next year – I hereby pledge – and if I do not finish it, you may chuck me in a bathtub of water filled with ice cubes! The non-fiction manuscript shall be the Autism Files and will be written under a pseudonym (suggestions for names are welcome, but will probably be ignored – hahaha). I obviously will be letting people know the pseudonym in due course (if the thing ever gets published).

I love the school holidays 🙂 Bring it on!

The Bad News is:

The not-so-little girl sprained her ankle during her birthday celebrations and has been hobbling around the house using crutches for much of the last week 😦 We’ve been to hospital and had x-rays and ultrasounds and lots of time in waiting rooms. The girl doesn’t like doctors much anymore – she refuses to acknowledge that they know anything 😉 and is loathe to follow their advice.

The ducklings are much bigger, we have too many of them and they can be quite messy (and no-one has come forth to take them off my hands even though I am begging all passing tradies and unsuspecting parents who drop in – ‘will you please take a ducky’ or ‘can I pay you in ducklings?’ 😉 One trady responded with ‘do they lay golden eggs’ Ha!

The Abbott Government is still in power and becoming increasingly embarrassing (but I won’t elaborate).

The Ugly is:

In the eye of the beholder (and if you call this alpaca ugly he will spit at you – so there) 🙂

hmm

Yellow

Yellow

is

something mellow
that gets the yolk,

the buttercup duckling
wrapped in chubby fingers, cradling,

it don’t mean a thing
if it ain’t got that lemon zing,

butter creaming,
icing sugar dreaming,

sunflower beaming,
Coldplay streaming,

cows milk churning,
cheese wheels turning,

banana paddle-popping
corner shop-a-stopping,

sunbeam slating
the unhappiness, deflating,

so tie a welcome ribbon
round the old oak tree,

or

sinister like yellowcake in the hands
of anyone,

a fever lingering in the blood
of mosquitoes,

the sheen of the underbelly
of a suspect snake,

the label of a coward in the face
of fear,

the jaundiced hue of the face of the man
with a failing liver,

and the phlegm from the lungs of the one
with emphysema,

or the ageing letters cramped in the diminishing space
of the nursing home,

as well as the caution sign on the door,

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Note: A repost poem from my colour series and in honour of the ducks and ducklings now cavorting around our property – and a reminda that you gotta take the good with the bad 😉

Psychologist Discovers Cure for Depression – Ducklings!

In the news for the day, less than eminent psychologist Dr Gabrielle Crook has discovered the cure for depression

When faced with this 😦

prescribe one or more ducklings 😉

Note: Please consult with your own psychologist or doctor before following this advice from a Quack

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nuddernote – top duckling is Zachary Quack 🙂 and haven’t got a name for the other two yet – bought them on the weekend – it’s working so far – hahaha (quack, quack).

andajoke:

Why did the duck cross the road?

He was looking for his Quack 😉

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