Two bits of good news today. Firstly, the doctor was pleased with my tests and my blood pressure – I have been told to go away and have a good Christmas. This I intend to do. However, it does remind me of the years when I was working in a parish church. Christmas became a slightly mad time what with all the build up of Advent, schools services, personal gift shopping, cards – both business and personal – and all of the associated excitement. I had to keep reminding myself to slow down and to remember to be thankful. It really does help to remember some good news of the day, however small. Older old folk than me often have the trick of looking out for the best in life, and they end up with better lives because of that.
Second piece of good news is that I am feeling and looking better. It is official – my Dance Teacher says so. And when I passed this snippet of information on to HBTW he said…… that he hadn’t wanted to say so while I looked grim, and he was able to confirm that I do look better. It does wonders for the morale. For the record, tonight we concentrated on the Tango, the Rumba and the Waltz. For the first time since my ankle fracture I was able to wear my sparkly dance shoes – magical. I felt like clicking my heels together and dreaming of rainbows.
Special thanks today for Son #3 who has spent much of the day in hospital having a nasty abscess drained. Hopefully, he is now well on the mend. He has been much braver than I would have been. Childbirth? Yes x 4. Dealing with an arm half of which has become infected……… no thanks. He has my admiration and respect.
Thanks to friends and readers from the US over the Thanksgiving holiday. Such a wonderful-sounding festival. I always presume it means thanks for family, friends and freedom/justice of country.
When I worked in Glasgow in the 1960s it was an effort on a winter’s evening to dodge the starlings’ droppings. After a long day, office workers spilled out onto the streets to head for the trains and buses home. The streets were full of the sound of the birds settling on window ledges to roost. They had presumably gathered in the city centre for warmth. I can still remember the sound, see the droppings near the edges of the buildings and smell the vaguely warm detritus. Such is the stuff of memories.
Nowadays we celebrate a murmuration of starlings in the countryside. Fascinating to watch on youtube.
Son #4 and family moved house this weekend. They are settled in and have beds to sleep in and blinds at the windows, but there are all sorts of outstanding jobs that need done. Going to a new place to live is one of the post stressful things in our lives. It takes energy, sweat, toil, tears, memories and laughter…..and it is amazing when you look back over a lifetime to think of all the places you have lived.
Before I got married I lived in at least six different houses – there may have been a couple more than that, the end of the World War ll muddled things up a bit. They were all in cities and the most of my growing up was in London. When HBTW and I got married we continued in the tradition of moving around……… mainly to follow work or business opportunities. 14 different houses ending up in Dalamory in amongst the mountains. I always used to think I would like to retire to Argyll and assumed it would be beside the sea. It is indeed Argyll but we are surrounded by breathtaking mountains instead.
During our wanderings we have stayed in bungalows, flats, terraced houses, semi-detached, detached properties (better for keeping the noise of a growing family well away from any neighbours.) We have had large gardens, small gardens and no gardens. We have had good neighbours always and beautiful views as well as the more mundane. As I write this it I think of the Israelites roaming in the desert in Bible Times. I feel sad and aggrieved for refugees or those who have no home. Home is indeed the place where you can be yourself. Somewhere at the end of the day where you can lay your head and relax into the business of restorative sleep.
Yesterday was one of those days. One of those days when you get into bed, heave a sigh of relief and be glad to lie still and quiet. Oops! Into my head popped the thought that I had not written a post in my blog. It was nearly midnight, should I drag myself out from under the covers and have a moan online? Or would I drift off…………
As you have probably guessed, I was in the land of nod before I knew it. As to my difficult day, I don’t want to go into details in cyberspace because it involves other people. Sufficient to say that it was cause enough for raised stress levels. One medical problem is on the way to being resolved and should be sorted in a week or two. The other one is ongoing. As to me – I am afraid I felt rather unwell and collapsed in front of the TV. Dance Class was not an option. Hopefully, another quiet day or two and things will be more back to normal.
Next Monday Misty will be eight years young. HBTW is busy that day, so we decided to have a Misty treat today – a day out in the campervan having a picnic lunch at the Crinan Canal. There was even a yacht going through for us to watch, most unusual at this time of year. The puddles were iced over but as you can see it was a perfect day to go for a long walk beside the canal.
Of course it was a treat for us humans as well. Everything went smoothly until we got home. Emptying everything needed for a day – food, books, cameras, binoculars, kindle,walking boots, multi-layers of clothes, medicines and so forth – proved easier said than done. It was a case of many trips back and forth for things that had been forgotten. As you can see, Misty was too tired to help.
It has been such a cold day that it reminded me of winter picnics of long ago. One of the most memorable was on a New Year’s Day. Sons#1 and #2 were four and six months. The baby sprogit was wrapped up in a snow-suit. We cooked sausages over a gas hob beside a loch in the middle of nowhere, then went for a slow sail in a puffin sailing dinghy. A marvellous way to celebrate a New Year.
Language is ever-changing and new words are coming into everyday use. I thought Onesie was the word of the year – basically a babygro (either with or without feet) for adults or children. I couldn’t be bothered with the whole palaver of going to the you know where.
Selfie is what the photo is of – basically a self-portrait photo. This one was taken on Photo Booth on my imac. Binge-watching was another new word I liked the sound of – we do that regularly when we watch boxed set re-runs of NCIS or Foyle’s War. I am told that twerk is a sexual dance; I wonder if our Friday night Dance Class’s rumba counts – or would it be a pole dance or something even more exotic?
Showrooming refers to the practice of going into a shop to look at some items, then going away and buying self-same things online. HBTW thinks shops may have to start charging an entry fee. I am so reliant upon online services and goods that I find it hard to comment. I suspect we have probably all been guilty of browsing in a shop then buying from home later.
Have you found any interesting new words recently?