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110 days ago
Supposedly, but not this one. It started well with a bit of a lie in even, but from putting me feet over the edge of the bed to writing this it feels as though I have been working my way through a tornado. What started as me looking in the garage for a stored away handbag tuned into a full scale clear out. Yes, regular readers of this blog, another clear out. Where does it all come from? And how do people live minimalist lives? I'm thinking that I might take a vow of poverty like the nuns so I can't accumulate rubbish. Although knowing me, I would possibly end up with a build up of used habits, not that I don't have a bundle of the other sort anyway. Well it's all away for now, I could have continued but frankly I was pretty much to the point of dislacing the stuff I didn't know what to do with, when I should have been removing it totally. There's always next time!
120 days ago
Some impulse, but I'm not yet sure what. - But, by the time I get around to actually being on the edge of it, it will no longer be an impulse, it will be a much thought out idea. The thing is I'm really not that much good at being impulsive, I get the urge to be, but then the realisation kicks in that I will have to live wiith the reality of the impulse, and so I carefully think through all of the impulsive options instead. Boring aren't I? One of these days I will go mad and do something extraordinarily whacky and suprise myself....or maybe I would do well to have a think about that.
124 days ago
This afternoon our dear little Betsy dog died, up until a few weeks ago she had no idea that she was an ancient of 17, she still had a spring in her step and a great appetite for life. She was a feisty liitle dog who gave us years of pleasure and amusement. We got her in 1996 from a rescue centre, she was already an adult dog and a very serious little mutt to boot. Poor Betsy had no idea what it was to be a family dog, she just did her own thing and was almost aloof, then she found tummy tickles and regular meals and oodles of love and over time she came to see her loving family as being her absolute right, and into it she gave her own love and trust in equal measure. We will miss you so much little doggie. XXX
126 days ago
The 'bairn' and her dad are having a pumpkin race. They are now the size of electric light bulbs and seem to be expanding daily. It is really nice to have something planted in the garden that you can nearly watch growing, to my mind the thing against gardening is the slow progression of anything planted, the tedious wait, then when the jolly thing does grow, so do a million weeds around it. I could never see the theraputic value of the garden. It's just a frustrating hotch potch of tedium which turns into a raging torrent of weeds. And we all know what weeds mean, weeds mean WORK! Had the best email ever from my novice emailing sister the other evening. I had sent her a link to something I thought might interest her and she replied with a thank you and a comment on her day:- 'G came for lunch and I did three dogs feet'. It's important to say that my sister is a trained dog groomer, not a Korean chef. She will soon learn where everything is on the keyboard. ie punctuation ...
191 days ago
9 months and time for a human baby to have been conceived and born, 9 months since I wrote a single thing on here. I am contrite! I have looked in on the blog scene now and again during this time but never could get my thoughts together to write anything. How I used to manage to write almost every day I really don't know. I was prompted to write this after feebly trying to explain to a friend this afternoon what blogging is. It sounds trite to just say that it is all things to all men, but I think that best sums it up. Maybe I will be back soon, maybe not!
