Jung said: From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life. There is a lot to think about in that statement. But at its heart it makes living the moment more relevant. Good advice in these troubled times.
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This is in honour not just of George but of B at church yesterday. B is a veritable fund of stories and being well into his eighties has many to tell. He exited from church saying “I am wearing George Melly’s hat” – and do you know, several of us agreed that he probably was.
This is evidence of progress. A sauce packet that is easily opened and contains a reasonable quantity for a fish supper. Sssssh! Don’t tell the Diet Polis.
Have a peaceful Sunday.
One of the banks I use sent me a questionnaire yesterday – all to do with customer satisfaction. And yes – the bank in question has been in receipt of a helping hand from the taxpayer. So did I tear them off a strip, throw it in the bin or what? Well, I answered honestly and returned it – all because there was a prize draw.
Is that possibly what is wrong with the world economy. We all want something for nothing.
This is Me, Him Behind the Wheel and Misty Marshall herself.
An easy day required to recover from the effects of the ‘flu vaccinations and a mild infection. Antibiotics are now finished, arm is slightly less swollen and the stamina is coming back. Makes me realise that if this is the result of preventative medicine, then it is just as well to have the protection against influenza itself.
Yes – I have realised that I am a student, and can be a member of the OU Students Association, get and international student card, belong to libraries and get software at knock-down prices. All well and good. But what worries me is that I not only have to send in assignments online – should be a dawdle – but I also have to enable my own software to read electronic comments magically applied from afar.
Confused? So am I.
Now who would have thought that a routine visit to the nurse for vaccinations would yield such enjoyment? Himself and I presented ourselves to the surgery and were duly processed by the practice nurse. She introduced J, This is J, a fourth year on placement with us at present. There was some banter about J being inexperienced in dealing with the needles, but she performed perfectly. I innocently asked if she got taught this at school, and continued to dig a hole for myself by enquiring if she wanted to be a nurse or study medicine. The puzzled looks turned to laughter when she gently put us right – she was indeed a fourth year……but a fourth year medical student. I could only apologise and explain that she really did look way too young.
I suppose it could just have been the-police-officers-are-getting-younger scenario. Him Behind the Wheel had twigged slightly before me and relished seeing me make things worse and then have to squirm. The noise was so great that the whole staff heard the ruckus. I would love to have heard what was said of us afterwards. They are a nice, old, slightly doddery old pair really?
Paperclog day, washing day, and day to get to grips with the pile of stuff from the Open University. It is an accredited short course on creative writing. Accreditation means that a successful pass mark gives 10 credits towards an undergraduate degree. 10 points out of 300 (360 for an honours degree) – quite a long way to go. Come to think of it, a long way to go to pass the module itself. Funny how one can get out of the habit of studying, and this one means learning new skills on the computer to do conferencing and social networking.
Just as well that a friend is undertaking the same unit. We can encourage one another and help with fathoming out any jargon.
