Just to let you know that I have been tied up with moving Son #3 into his new, permanent home. It is great fun helping to set things up, but leaves little time for thinking about the wider world, Christmas, opening mail or worrying about anything much.
Kind of like therapy.
Happy Christmas preparation to you and yours.
Perhaps this post should be entitled Having Fun or Decadent Afternoon. In any case it was a new experience for me to go to a Tea Dance. To be honest it was all a bit of a rush, but turned out to be well worth it. I had envisaged something rather genteel and poorly attended, whereas it was packed out and at times raucous and noisy. And I should add here that there was very little alcohol – though I did see two miniatures being displayed on an adjoining table.
There was a live and very lively swing band; they proceeded to serenade us with songs we all knew well. There were some youngish participants amongst the assembled company, but in the main I suppose it is only the nearly-oldies who have the time to give up a Saturday afternoon to sheer fun. Two bars of Moon River and the Dalamory Dance Class was up and at it. By the time we got to the second half the band was into rock and roll, sixties hits and Elvis. Most of the assembled company joined in one way or another – even reviving the hand jive with some success.
A good St Andrews Day dance to start the run-up to the festive season. Now I had better start taking Christmas seriously. How about you?
Birthday Greetings to Misty who is 9 years old this week. What a lot of fun we have had over the years, and let’s hope there are many more left.
One of my friends has been trying to instil me with a can-do rather than an Oh-my-goodness kind of attitude lately. It is partly to do with all that is going on healthwise, homewise and familywise. (Are they even words?) She suggested that instead of writing a catch-up list for readers of all that had been happening, that it would be better to give a flavour of what will be happening. Maybe that is a good idea. On the other hand, lots of people are starting to wake up to the fact that Christmas is just around the corner, resulting in a kind of subdued hysteria. See what I mean – an immediate riposte in a negative or alternative manner?
We celebrated by watching Love Actually last night. It is a feel-good romcom and was supposed to soothe our troubled souls and make Christmas seem like less of a chore and more of a pleasure. One thing the film did not do, was show the mystery and magic of Christmas as Christian festival. Yes there was a nativity – but with a lobster and an octopus . . . . . . . . . . OK so it was irony, but real candles and carols would be better. If I am honest, this is one of the times in the year when I miss being a Minister in a parish
So here are some of the things that are keeping me busy:
- Big change in my sight, resulting in new spectacles and thicker lenses.
- Extra blood tests and health check-ups.
- A removal for Son #3 which involves a lot of clearing up and clearing out.
- AGM of the Community Garden
- Campervan Repairs and Service
- Urgent dental work
- Keeping up (however reluctantly) with world affairs and trying not to get despondent.
- The Usual Dance Classes
- Perhaps a trip to Oban to go to a Tea Dance – Yes, A real live Tea Dance.
- Cards, shopping, organising and all the usual paperclog
I’ve had a double delight of films this past week. Philomena starring Judi Dench is a marvellous film which unfolds in unexpected ways. Basically it is the story of an Irish Mother who searches for her long-lost son. I don’t want to say too much about the plot because that would spoil it for you if you haven’t seen it. Let’s just say that if I had known the ins and outs, I probably wouldn’t have watched it and mine would have been the loss. It is one to watch over again.
It gets a nine and a half out of ten – fully five stars out of five. I wonder if you can guess why I am being a bit picky and not giving a full score?
Saving Mr Banks is an intensely moving, if slightly quirky film. It is the story of the making of Mary Poppins, but also gives background of the author’s early life. PL Travers reminds me of many a buttoned-up woman of the fifties and sixties. I know it doesn’t sound like a lot of fun, but in reality it just works.
Emma Thompson is exquisite as usual, and her attention to details and background research means that she delivers a compelling and true-to-life performance. Tom Hanks is totally believable as Walt Disney – his supporting players at Disney Studios are excellent.
It is also a 9/10 – but then I nearly always enjoy Disney films.
One of the first things I did as a trainee Minister was to visit older people who were living in residential accommodation. I quickly found out that it could be depressing or uplifting in varying degrees, and often it seemed to have a lot to do with the attitudes of the staff. There is nothing worse than going into a large room with a circle of high-backed chairs the occupants of which are slumped over sleeping whilst a tv blares in the corner.
Sadly, we can probably all relate to that. Then of course there are the better Care Facilities where maybe the carpet isn’t quite so pristine, but at least there is life about the place, possibly with a cat or dog in residence. Changing the ethos of a residential home is a hard job and switching from observance of safe systems to an emphasis on the quality of life and reasons for living is not accepted everywhere.
I have just read about one such “experiment” in the US – Dr Bill Thomas of Changing Ageing writes movingly about how life has dramatically improved for one group of residents. It is a resumé of Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End, writen by Atul Gwande.
You need to be warned that I cried reading the review from Bill Thomas – goodness knows what will happen with the book itself. However, it needs to go on my Christmas list.
In the meantime, can we spare a thought for all those who live in residential facilities where things have yet to change.
Well it was her mum who called the littlest Grandie a Christmas Pudding. Anyway, I couldn’t resist this photo.
When it works all is well. Right now I am rushing to make an entry into my blog while the internet is up and running smoothly. Over the last few months we haven’t been able to rely on having a connection which loads pages and photos when asked. It seems that we have an intermittent fault, and despite having spent ages on the line to India no-one seems able to explain what is happening.
It feels like you are in the middle of a traffic jam where the lights change and a few vehicles get through. Then, like this morning, all of a sudden it is all-singing and all-dancing. We have gone through all the usual routine of turning off computers and routers, switching cables, changing filters and going away to calm down. Yet, unexpectedly, back comes the problem. It is so frustrating.
Now the question is this. Am I going to spend another chunk of time trying to get a permanent solution, or do I cross my fingers and toes and hope all will be well this time? HBTW is convinced that a) because we live in a village; and b) the weather has been very wet – we are getting a slow-up similar to an overload or the system being overly busy. I am assured by the techies that isn’t something they recognise.
See you later – always providing I can get online of course.
This week has flown past with things happening every day. I used to laugh at the Oldies who claimed to be too busy to do things. Now I understand. The secret is to make the most of each day and enjoy visits and outings to the full. Hence the undernoted photos of the two littlest grandchildren. Great times.
And big brother who was a star – amusing the dog and the baby!
It seems that I am drifting back towards blogging again – and a good thing too, especially as we are on our way through October getting towards the dreaded time of the clocks going back. It’s all very well getting an extra hour of sleep, but accompanying it is the ever-darkening of the days.
There is a good article on the use of social media in blogging over at Kelvin’s Blog. I confess to being lazy about twitter, and as to facebook, I am a lurker – it’s useful to be able to see what my contacts and friends are up to. But I should stop being lazy and jump into the water.
Over the summer I have been much more involved in the political scene and in reading relevant documents and newspapers. I enjoy keeping up to date through my daily ipad version of a Scottish newspaper. The only time I get a real paper – along with the dirty hands that are the result – is on a Sunday, when I succumb to a paper with many supplements. What has struck me is that newspapers are using bloggers as commentators. I am not sure if there are fees involved, but it would help to know the credentials of who is writing. Bloggers pop up on TV documentaries and news programmes as well. I suppose it is an example of the changing face of the media . . . . . . . . though I am not sure whether it is a good thing or has a dumbing down effect on the quality of opinions.
Anyway, I am enjoying getting back into the habit of blogging and reading the doings of my small corner of the blogging community. I had forgotten how quickly the time flies past when one is happily ensconced at the keyboard. And just a quick note here to a likely reader – I will get back to the charity blankets as well. It all makes for a healthier mind.By the way, have you started to look forward to winter hobbies? I have a whole list of things I still want to get busy with. More of those another day.