Seven hundred million?
Mood: Weary and bleary
Listening to: Apple crunch and cat purr
Wednesday, 11.15pm
Just lost another blog. BUGGER SHIT AND DAMN.
I will try to recreate the guts of it, but it ain’t the same. Doing it as a new document in Works and will copy and paste.
So the dude sold Trade Me - for seven hundred million dollars! Wow, how do you get your head around a figure like that? When I worked at the Reserve Bank I once handled a million dollars and that was impressive enough….but good on him, he’s an innovator.
Awww Christopher Reeve’s wife has died, of lung cancer. At least they are both free now.
Rachael is still hanging on. They airlifted her back to PN on Monday after extensive neurological tests which all came back without any hope for recovery. Her coma inducing drugs have been stopped, and today they turned her respirator off. She hasn’t woken up but is breathing on her own; apparently she could go on like this for a few days. It just makes you wonder WHY doesn’t it? Why not just let her die at the scene or shortly after? Why put her through all that trauma of extra operations and scans and tests etc if she was destined not to make it? Why torture her family? Why wreck her dream career? What about all the bad bastards that sail through life? I know what its liked to have your family poleaxed like this, you survive, and they will too but it’s all just so bloody unnecessary.
Census night last night, we’ve all been counted again. Even Rach.
Mike did get the Council job, starts on Monday. Hooray.
Think I’ve sorted the after school care for Duncan - a friend of a friend suggested somebody who is reliable, willing and able and we have our first day with her tomorrow. What a relief - it was getting to be a real struggle to find somebody every day for him. Having some continuity will be great for him, and me too.
Went to see Aunty Doff on Sunday. She didn’t really know who I was but enjoyed the visit anyway. I reminded her that I was Jim’s (her brother’s) daughter and she said how nice, he’ll be along for his tea shortly. He died in 1976. Then she tried to work out whether she and I were of a similar age because we knew the same folk - she is nearly 91 so that wasn’t so flattering but we agreed that age didn’t really matter and we’d discuss it with her Mother when she arrived. (!)
Right, bed. Nearly wincy nightie weather, really cooling down.
Cheers,
Jaybee.
