My place in time #90. Coca Cola - It's been around most of our lives. Let's see how it looks around the world.
Well if you ask me, it's been around ALL of my life. I can't remember a time Coke wasn't a part of my life. Not that I drank it all of my life. I remember when I was younger, in the early eighties, a young man died in our community. I recall my mum saying, and this was probably total gossip, that he drank Coke every day, and not a little Coke, a LOT, which led to his demise.
I do know, when I was preggers with Izzy, I drank a shitload of Zero Coke. It was responsible, as a breast feeder, for many a pooplosion. The artificial sweetener went straight through me and straight to her.
Having gestational diabetes, I guess I thought this was a healthy alternative. I am not sure now, that Coca Cola is a healthy alternative in any situation, except maybe with whiskey. These days I prefer a cup of herbal tea, where wine is not an option!
I hardly touch the stuff (coke) these days. Wine is another story. Oh my god, my weekend would not be complete with a week ending dose of the stuff. I guess in those days, of being preggers and breastfeeding, Zero Coke was my vice.
It seems Coca Cola cash in, on takeaway businesses as a high advertising point. As you can see, where there is money to be made in food retail, there is money to be made in beverage advertising. The two go hand in hand.
It is second nature to see these advertising boards on sidewalks, and I didn't really take much notice, until I was looking for how Coke was related to 'My place in time'. These is how Coke looks in my place in time. It's everywhere!
'My place in time', is a photographic local history project created by Kel at Blackcurrant Photography. There are 100 prompts, and I am slowly but surely getting through them. At the end of the project, my photos will be published in a book that will be given to my local library and/or local history group.
You can see my progress and past posts for the 'My place in time' project on my Pinterest board.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Monday, November 30, 2015
November garden
Monday, November 23, 2015
Mental health wards and christmas pageants
Hearing a nurse tell a copper you're son is psychotic, is hard. Almost a week ago he was admitted to the mental health ward in Mount Gambier. Drugs and alcohol.
It's been an emotional week. Nothing compared to what my parents have been putting up with, him living in their shed and all.
He was let out on Saturday overnight, and stayed at our place. He was OK. Quiet and calm. Like his old self. It's going to be a hard, long road to get him back on track. I am scared. Although I am scared, this is the time for me to step up, to help him, to ask for help. To find help.
We returned him to hospital yesterday, as per the order he is under.
The big task is to find things, when he is discharged to keep him busy. To build his confidence, and find his motivation for life again, with out the use of drugs.
I was a drug user up until I was twenty nine. A pot smoker, never anything else, which I suspect isn't the case with him. He isn't telling me and because he is an adult, they doctor can't tell me either, the results from those first blood tests in emergency.
I regret the money I gave to drug dealers. I regret associating with the people I did. I'd like to banish all the drug dealers from town, tell them they are not welcome and to fuck off somewhere else. Like Bali, but I hear they aren't killing them anymore.
Besides all that, while we were in the Mount on Saturday, we took the girls to see the 56th annual Christmas pageant in the Mount.
To follow our family tradition, we put the Christmas tree up in the afternoon, after the pageant. The girls loved that their brother helped, and Summer hasn't stopped telling everyone that he put the star at the very top of the tree. She hasn't stopped exclaiming how pretty and so beautiful the tree is.
It's been an emotional week. Nothing compared to what my parents have been putting up with, him living in their shed and all.
He was let out on Saturday overnight, and stayed at our place. He was OK. Quiet and calm. Like his old self. It's going to be a hard, long road to get him back on track. I am scared. Although I am scared, this is the time for me to step up, to help him, to ask for help. To find help.
We returned him to hospital yesterday, as per the order he is under.
The big task is to find things, when he is discharged to keep him busy. To build his confidence, and find his motivation for life again, with out the use of drugs.
I was a drug user up until I was twenty nine. A pot smoker, never anything else, which I suspect isn't the case with him. He isn't telling me and because he is an adult, they doctor can't tell me either, the results from those first blood tests in emergency.
I regret the money I gave to drug dealers. I regret associating with the people I did. I'd like to banish all the drug dealers from town, tell them they are not welcome and to fuck off somewhere else. Like Bali, but I hear they aren't killing them anymore.
Besides all that, while we were in the Mount on Saturday, we took the girls to see the 56th annual Christmas pageant in the Mount.
To follow our family tradition, we put the Christmas tree up in the afternoon, after the pageant. The girls loved that their brother helped, and Summer hasn't stopped telling everyone that he put the star at the very top of the tree. She hasn't stopped exclaiming how pretty and so beautiful the tree is.
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