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The Weekend of Gratuitous Spoiling

Last week, Vickie's daughter Deena moved out of the White Rock (yes, it's a suburb) house that she and her ex-husband sold recently. As she's between residences at the moment - she's thinking of renting, but she has study to do and the place she gets must take a dog - she's moved in with us. Her son's dog, Ziggy, a four-year-old mongrel (ahem, sorry, red cattle dog) who has more than a little dingo in him, has taken up residence in our dog run down the side of the house.

The spoiling started on Saturday. We went into Cairns to get some shopping done, and Vickie and Deena went to Rusty's Markets for fruit and veg while I pottered around the usual stores (Angus & Robertson, EB Games, Sanity, QBD The Bookshop, HMV) in the Cairns Central shopping arcade. We agreed to meet back up in half an hour.

A while into my browsing I looked at my watch - hang on a sec. What time did we split up again? Was it half an hour ago? Three quarters? Maybe - a full hour? But how come no one's called? I pulled my mobile out of my pocket - and the rotten thing had switched itself off. It's been doing that irregularly for a year now; in fact, I'd commented on it on the way into Cairns that day after Deena mentioned that she wanted to buy a new mobile herself. I had decided it could wait, though.

Anyway, I switched the phone back on and tried to call Vickie - no luck. I kept getting put straight through to her voicemail for around twenty minutes - during which time I managed to get a voicemail she'd left me and my mobile switched itself off twice more - before she finally called me. She and Deena had been in Target, which is something of a mobile black-spot. I hustled down to meet them, and was confronted with a half-trolleyful of assorted ladieswear. Deena needed some more clothes in her wardrobe; the last few years haven't been great on her money wise and now that she has some extra cash after the mortgage settlement on her old place, it was time for some long-overdue self-spoiling, which Vickie was gladly assisting in.

You know, those two both reckon they hate shopping?

It wasn't all just self-spoiling, though. The reason Vickie wanted me down at Target in a hurry was because, given the performance (or lack thereof) of my mobile that morning, I might have gone and got myself a new one before she and Deena got a chance to give me the Nokia 6101 they'd gone halves on. Vickie had decided that my being out of touch for that long while they were lugging two large bags of fruit and veg around (well, they put it in a Target trolley when they got back to Cairns Central, but still) wasn't acceptable.

I did wind up doing a little self-spoiling, buying a DVD two-pack of Serenity and Doom (Interestingly, it was renting Doom that led me to buy a used Collector's Edition Doom3 for the Xbox a few weeks ago.)

Yesterday, Deena took her son Rhys and splurged on him, getting him some very natty work and going-out clothes, shoes, a sharp new watch and a fully-tricked-out Sony Ericsson mobile, with videoconferencing, MP3 player, the works.

But the final recipient of spoiling was Ziggy, the dog who belongs to Deena's son, Rhys. Although he's been sleeping him in the dog run since he came here (Deena never let him inside her house), the temperature of a night has been dropping; heck, the cold had him up and whimpering some of Saturday night. So last night, while Deena was spending the night with her boyfriend, Vickie and I took grandparents' privilege and shifted Ziggy's sleeping mat inside, where he could ziz comfortably with Zelda. I'm glad to report that Ziggy, who is normally energetic when inside ('cos he's not allowed, you see) was a very good dog last night; nothing was broken or otherwise discommoded when I got up this morning. So, Vickie's made the decision that he can sleep inside while he's here.

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Geez Darlin' don't let Rhys hear you call Ziggy a mongrel! He's a red cattle dog and it's quite acceptable for them to have a bit of dingo in them. You forgot to say that he was named after Ziggy Marley...not Ziggy Stardust.


Didn't you already have Serenity?

Interestingly enough I also recently came into possession of the Doom3 game for the x-box. And I finally got around to moving the x-box into the study and attaching it to our older TV, which the boys have ignored for the better part of a year now. Works great for me though, I have it sitting on my computer desk with the x-box attached and the router sitting a mere 3 feet away. Now if I can just dig up that card you sent me...

I have recently been playing a lot more Everquest, actually. They are opening a new server which harkens back to the original game. I have mixed emotions about that, but it looks like it could still be fun. My ex-wife is encouraging me to play Everquest 2 again and has even give me a bit of in-game monetary incentive. So going to be juggling things for a little while I think.

The RPG, yes. The movie on DVD, no.

Doom3 is fun, innit? Speaking of which, I await your rediscovery of your Live trial with baited breath! I hear Doom3 co-op is great, although I'm not sure it can be played co-op over Live...

Gees, it's hard to say who's the bigger sook, Ziggy or Rob. *lol* You've got him right where he wants you, huh?

Oh, yes, we're too damn soft when it comes to dogs! :-)

I'm just wondering what it's going to be like when Deena and Rhys find a place and Ziggy wants to be let inside of a night like at Vickie and Rob's. We might have to donate them our kennel, which Zelda never uses anyway...

Still, Deena hasn't complained about us wrecking Ziggy's behaviour, so everything may well end fine anyway.

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