I can hardly believe that all this time has gone past without regular posts. The summer has whizzed past and earlier illness has made the later weeks all the more precious. This post is a way of re-connecting with the online part of myself. And there are many questions in my mind about the point of blogging, especially when instant communication is here with facebook and twitter. I did register for the latter, but found the constant beeping an intrusion and too much pressure. Perhaps I will come to that later.
The Referendum about Scottish Independence has taken up a lot of my time and attention. I found myself caught up in the desire for a fairer and better way of leadership as opposed to government – something which is shared by people on both sides of the campaign. Overwhelmingly, people in Scotland now are united in hoping for the change that has been promised by politicians based in London. So much has been happening in the world, and we are subject to instant knowledge of wars and violence in a way that previous generations did not have to face. Does it make us more involved or liable to turn off?
Today is a beautiful gift of a late summer day – warm sunshine . . . . . . a day for being out in the countryside. Somehow it seems appropriate to make some decisions, one of which is that I expect to start regular posts after Referendum Day (September 18th).
In the meantime, here is a reminder of what Misty looks like – as if you could forget.
Things are almost back to normal – time to take advantage of the summer and do a few trips away. Then of course there are always the jobs to do in and around the house and garden. This year I am following many other of my blogging friends and having a bit of a sabbatical, probably until the new academic term starts in September.
There have been several phone calls from anxious friends asking if I am ok. Given the lack of stories on my blog, it’s not surprising. To be honest, if I had managed to post anything it would have tended to be about the lurgy itself, blood pressure collapses, re-introducing medication and still feeling very tired. Thus I have declared that the next couple of weeks will be an old fashioned convalescence. . . . . . . . . . you know, the kind where you can do anything you like – within reason and as long as it is legal. Plenty of rest, some gentle walking, lots of sitting in the garden and hopefully that will do the trick. Who would have thought that early summer could get hi-jacked. Never mind, I have started to be a lurker on facebook and very slowly my concentration is coming back – I can read a book or two.
Enjoy your summer.
Blessings from a very quiet Dalamory.
My sudden disappearance has been due to a rather nasty lurgy – one of those viruses that does the rounds. Unfortunately it has hit me very hard for the last couple of weeks and I am only just beginning to find my feet. My desk is an absolute shambles, the house needs some urgent TLC – but resting up and recovery come first.
One good thing is that being so ill has stopped me being anxious . . . . and if I remember correctly, Wimbledon is on the horizon to help with the convalescence.
When you see a sight like this from the window, you just have to rush off and get a camera to try and capture the moment. Of course the image itself is but a shadow of the illuminated sky, but it does make me think of peace and the beauty of creation.
We have had a busy weekend, Son #4 and family have been here for a sleepover – such a lot of fun packed into a short space of time. And now, the house seems strangely quiet. Time to rest up and enjoy the memories.
It was my 6-weekly visit to the hairdresser today. This time for “foils” which is when a little extra colour help is applied. I also get a couple of shampoos and a cut and bow-dry. In other words a couple of hours of pampering.
When I first arrived the assistant who does the hair-washing ushered me to a chair and asked how I was. I decided to be honest and so I said, “In need of some TLC,” she laughed and promised to do her best. After the stylist had been doing her bit with the cutting, shaping and colouring, I felt very relaxed, the radio was playing, I was in a corner, I sipped my tea and found myself drifting off into a very happy doze. Oops! When the Junior came to take me for the next wash I nearly jumped out of the chair.
But what else did I get at the hairdresser’s?
I really did get the TLC and pampering, so that was good.
A dose of local politics and insight into health issues.
Opinion on the upcoming Referendum on Independence for Scotland.
Advice on the 2:5 diet.
That cup of tea.
A sense of well-being.
Information on gluten-free shopping in one of the town’s supermarkets.
My usual reminder that big and glossy is not always best – my hair salon is small, relatively informal and utilising economical products.
Quite a lot then for a routine appointment, though it did make me wonder if I should treat myself to a massage or a facial sometime. Unfortunately my usual hairdresser’s shop does not offer such exotica . . . . . . . . but I know a spa-type salon in a nearby hotel. . .
In between various other things that have been happening, I have been watching live video from the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland. Believe it or not, I cannot exactly remember how many of these gatherings I have attended in person. But I remember only too well how exhausting it can be.
So thanks to those who make the effort to listen and to debate and to try to make a difference in how people outside the churches understand the sharing of love.