Blending into the background ......

I need to blend into the background for a bit as my medical treatment is giving me a bit of a hard time at the moment.  So a rest from controversial subjects and lengthy debates is the order of the day, week, month or as long as I can keep my big mouth shut.

Australia Post Illusion

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Great photo isn’t it.  From what I have read up about this photo, it hasn’t been photoshopped and it is an example of some excellent body art.

Now speaking of keeping one’s mouth shut and blending into the background, I wish Hubby’s Mum understood that concept.  I had a very embarrassing time at the doctor’s with her yesterday.

I took Hubby's Mum for her 6 monthly check up.  Anyway she is deaf and she speaks LOUDLY and she is VERY opinionated, which can be a bad combination in confined areas.  So she decided to let lose in the doctor’s waiting room with her opinions on the Australian Government’s apology to the indigenous communities in regards to the “Stolen Generation”.

For those who don’t realise where I live, I do live in a town which has a reasonable population of indigenous people.  Also one of the receptionists at the doctors is a lovely lady who has indigenous heritage.  

So off goes Mother in full throttle on a loud tirade about how wrong the PM was to make the apology, and he needs to recant his apology and say that most of the indigenous people were saved and not taken. If that was not enough and trust me it was already well and truly too much, then she starts by stating loudly how she likes the full blooded aboriginals, but she doesn't like the “part” aboriginals – she doesn’t even know one aboriginal but anyway she knows! 

She went on and on and on.

So what was I doing this whole time, besides looking for the closest exit or a shovel to dig a hole to bury myself in?

Well I was disagreeing with her in the hope people would realise I did not agree with her and they would just take her words as words of an elderly lady, who has lost all sense of tact, and therefore if there were any indigenous people sitting behind us, they wouldn’t become too upset and confront us.  I was also praying that the lovely indigenous receptionist was at lunch while all of this was happening.  She wasn't on the counter, but later I did see her around at the back of reception.  I really hope she wasn’t privy to Mother’s ‘conversation’.  

Later on 3 indigenous Aussies did turn up in the waiting room; thank God she had stopped her rant by that stage! 

I may have to have a quiet word with her before I take her back to have blood tests and then another time to get the results - I don't want to go through that again.  The problem is she won’t remember she has already had this rant with me and she may do it again and again.  The other alternative is that someone else can take her.  Maybe hubby can take her, given he thought it was a great joke.

Old people they seem to totally lose tact, think no one else can hear them and they KNOW they are right and they are not afraid to tell anyone who they corner!

I do love her though.

My apologies to any indigenous Aussies for my Mum in-law’s lack of tact and understanding – she is 90, so I think we shall give her a “Get of Jail Free” card.