Today CupCake got her first round of immunisations, so no debate on that topic from me.
Unless she develops a disorder. Then I will jump on the anti-immunisation bandwagon.
Going to the hospital on Saturday night, and seeing how paranoid I get around sick children clinched the deal for me.
Oddly, I actually had to take one of the medications home and give it to her myself as they were unable to at the clinic. Not quite sure if that's kocher.
Today I also saw a water rat. It's been years since I have seen one, on account of having moved away from the river ten years ago.
I knew it was a rat immediately - the bubbles that rise to the surface of the river are a dead giveaway. As are the swirled patterns that form in the river. From that point, it only takes a minute or so for the tell-tale rodent to show its furry head.
This made me nostalgic, and I headed further along the river, remembering where the 'Australia chair' used to be (It was a crude chair carved from a Gum tree in the shape of Australia). It is no longer there, so I closed my eyes and imagined it instead.
Further along I admired the old Ghost Gum that once caught on fire.
In the early 1980's my sister and I donned yellow plastic raincoats and went to watch the firemen put out the blaze (we didn't want to get wet). It has been caused by a lightening strike - what they say about water courses and thunderstorms is very much true.
The rest of my walk was littered with thoughts of the other strollers.
Why weren't they at work?
Life is meant to be lived, not worked?
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