I have written the blog which is somewhat as much a diary of the last six months of my life. I have decided to end today as I did this out of curiosity to see who would read it.
What is it to age in this era. I think the best way is to keep fit and age as well as one can. I feel that the Boomers life is somewhere between useful and useless depending on who they are trying to relate to as children or older people. It basically comes down to self worth.
This discussion has been going on between myself and my friend for months. Her Mother in law is now over ninety years old and has to go into a care. It is a revelation for my friend. It is also a spectre for her.
Our discussions have ranged from how her in law can no longer live on her own. Maybe this is something particular to western culture. We have gone beyond our traditional values of caring for aging family in the home. Woman who are expected to work raise children, care for the home and aging family members.
I have discovered the obvious answer is due to ill health. A never ending issue as we age. My friend and her partner have gone to their holiday trailer and Mother in law is being cared for by woman who come in to help her in the home. Next a six week break in a nursing home to wait for permanent accommodation.
As proactive as you can be about aging being on your own or in your own home can only last unless you are blessed and you reach you late eighties. It is in the genes and personality.
So I get ready to close my blog as the trees bloom at the front of my house and life goes on. that was in a song. Oh bloodi oh blooda lalala and life goes one.
Here is to all our Mulberry Daze may they hold the promise of a warm fire and a glass of sherry or something warming. My friends still call and there still be sweet music in the air. .........
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Cars, Visiting offspring, Jobs, Witness, Time to revive talent.
Cars, I seem to have a weakness for hanging on to cars till the bitter end. My old Bonneville, a Pontiac has been through the ravages of time. So much needs to be repaired that it is almost time to say goodbye.
The body looks good but the engine is eating gas. The outlay for a newer car is also a pressing problem.
I feel I should go and see a man I trust at the dealership where it was purchased and ask the inevitable question, is it worth the repair? Who knows, but I bet it is a three thousand dollar repair? Poor old girl!
My eldest offspring in visiting. I was somewhat annoyed at before came home. I just had a day that even I couldn't have predicted. Offspring is struggling to come to terms with the pressure to reach an academic goal and worry at the same time about future career. The studies he is doing is in the old country. The work seems that it might come in the future from there but he feels that it is under paid. My suggestion is possible the other side of the globe if he can get a job. I say write to the university and see what they say about positions. The eldest offspring carry the load of the family pride.
All I can say is it beats where my father went to school as a young man at the back of a hay fork on a farm. He returned to school and got his junior matriculation. My Father was proud of that accomplishment. I tell offspring who is headed for a doctorate but. Go due something else if you want to, the answer well it is too late. I say not to late at thirty to late at sixty. I will have a holiday when visit is over.
Jobs now other offspring partner maybe headed out of town for a job in States. Partner very artistic but still young. It is a worry, one offspring is losing partner. This one is returning to school and the friend is going out of town. I never knew raising family so much concern. Can't imagine what people felt 100 years ago when family left for new country which is what happen to my Grandmother as a ten year old left her Mother with family for North America. How awful to never see her family again. At least we have Internet.
Driving home today from a family outing I was about to make a turn on to a faster road and a car turning at the light didn't see a SUV travelling up a hill at a slight higher rate of speed. The light was yellow when the one car made the turn then bang! The grey sedan the front end was all over the road. The radiator was smashed and the bumper was off. From where we were looking from it was over in an instance.
A drive behind the grey car jumped out and started to blame the SUV driver. I said it is too late and tried to find out if both parties were all right. Then I said to them call the police and waited a few more minutes but gave me information to the driver who had been hit. Then left.
It was a bad intersection and a driver in a SUV who probably had his foot down on the gas going up a hill.
As soon as I got back the police officer called and wanted a statement. I told her what I saw and she asked would I be willing to go to court well since I was the only other witness I said yes but hope like heck it does not come to that. Basically driver's drive too fast and our roads give them the option, The roads are wide with double lanes so they take advantage of it.
I am going to make this my second last blog as Saturday is the day I have been leading up to for the last six months.
I have booked a table for the race track which is full since it is 'Kentucky Derby Day' and they will broadcast the race. I will just enjoy our horses race. Having a grandparent who was a jockey and a Dad who wanted to be one. I am a horse lover and love the races.
I am keeping my fingers crossed for a better table as I called and booked late. Lunch is part of the day.
I have to say we have one of the best tracks on this side of the Atlantic. A tradition to maintain.
Our champion was Northern Dancer and a true winner in his day. His statue is outside the track watching everyone who enters and he is still getting his picture taken.
The body looks good but the engine is eating gas. The outlay for a newer car is also a pressing problem.
I feel I should go and see a man I trust at the dealership where it was purchased and ask the inevitable question, is it worth the repair? Who knows, but I bet it is a three thousand dollar repair? Poor old girl!
My eldest offspring in visiting. I was somewhat annoyed at before came home. I just had a day that even I couldn't have predicted. Offspring is struggling to come to terms with the pressure to reach an academic goal and worry at the same time about future career. The studies he is doing is in the old country. The work seems that it might come in the future from there but he feels that it is under paid. My suggestion is possible the other side of the globe if he can get a job. I say write to the university and see what they say about positions. The eldest offspring carry the load of the family pride.
All I can say is it beats where my father went to school as a young man at the back of a hay fork on a farm. He returned to school and got his junior matriculation. My Father was proud of that accomplishment. I tell offspring who is headed for a doctorate but. Go due something else if you want to, the answer well it is too late. I say not to late at thirty to late at sixty. I will have a holiday when visit is over.
Jobs now other offspring partner maybe headed out of town for a job in States. Partner very artistic but still young. It is a worry, one offspring is losing partner. This one is returning to school and the friend is going out of town. I never knew raising family so much concern. Can't imagine what people felt 100 years ago when family left for new country which is what happen to my Grandmother as a ten year old left her Mother with family for North America. How awful to never see her family again. At least we have Internet.
Driving home today from a family outing I was about to make a turn on to a faster road and a car turning at the light didn't see a SUV travelling up a hill at a slight higher rate of speed. The light was yellow when the one car made the turn then bang! The grey sedan the front end was all over the road. The radiator was smashed and the bumper was off. From where we were looking from it was over in an instance.
A drive behind the grey car jumped out and started to blame the SUV driver. I said it is too late and tried to find out if both parties were all right. Then I said to them call the police and waited a few more minutes but gave me information to the driver who had been hit. Then left.
It was a bad intersection and a driver in a SUV who probably had his foot down on the gas going up a hill.
As soon as I got back the police officer called and wanted a statement. I told her what I saw and she asked would I be willing to go to court well since I was the only other witness I said yes but hope like heck it does not come to that. Basically driver's drive too fast and our roads give them the option, The roads are wide with double lanes so they take advantage of it.
I am going to make this my second last blog as Saturday is the day I have been leading up to for the last six months.
I have booked a table for the race track which is full since it is 'Kentucky Derby Day' and they will broadcast the race. I will just enjoy our horses race. Having a grandparent who was a jockey and a Dad who wanted to be one. I am a horse lover and love the races.
I am keeping my fingers crossed for a better table as I called and booked late. Lunch is part of the day.
I have to say we have one of the best tracks on this side of the Atlantic. A tradition to maintain.
Our champion was Northern Dancer and a true winner in his day. His statue is outside the track watching everyone who enters and he is still getting his picture taken.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Slowly winding down, wood drive in the cemetery, radio times, bed quatro
I have decided to end this blog in May as it has been six months of blogging. It is the beginning of a new era for me. I will try and write about three more blogs, one each week until the first week of May.
Yesterday, after burning through our last lot of wood when a neighbour cut down a tree, we decided to we needed to get more or face a shortage. The friend I have who lives in the country is a long way away for us to drive to pick up a load of wood. So we decided to check a favourite source our local and some what historical cemetery. As drove along the road on the south side we seemed to stop a lot of wood ready to be taken on cleared. We drove around the roads of the cemetery itself to get to the wood but could only pick over some pieces as it was soft wood and some pieces to long to fit in the car. We decided to drive on the north side and across which is actually under a bridge to the western side. This property now as it is the city must make the property developers wince from the size of it. Thankfully it is also an tree sanctuary. It gives the city some much needed oxygen.
After our drive, we went to the lowest ravine area and found a pile of wood chips then got out of the car and there it was a huge amount of wood. A lot of large trees that had been taken down but some wood was scattered around for the taking. Happily we loaded the car and headed home with our find. Thankful for the preservation a cemetery can be to plants and animals and to people who love a fire in the cool weather.
I have become a radio person. I know longer have television cable etc. I find myself listening to radio on a daily basis. I have a few stations I switch to to suit my mood. In the morning I sometimes first listen to the news channel then switch it to a station geared for people my age. I sometimes flick over to the classical or Jazz stations. If I am sick of the rest I put on the French language station which has some really interesting music. It is my idea of a crossword puzzle to listen in French and get the gist of the conversation. I am determined to go to the library and pick up French children's books and work on vocabulary. It is better then crosswords which I find annoying. I am glad that radio hasn't totally gone the way of the dinosaur.
Over the winter I have slowly developed a problem. We now have bed quatro. That is myself and my partner and Fred at my feet and now Rooster has decided except on nights when he wants to join my offspring. This isn't comfortable and they mostly like to sleep at the end of where I sleep. Fred is a small cat built for serious mouse chasing. Rooster is another story. He is double at least Fred's size. When he is lying down he does become somewhat compact. However I have a cat bed in the room and they ignore it. I have a pad beside the bed and they ignore that. What can you do when it is half love and warmth. One leg comes out the side and another squeezes between cats.
Yesterday, after burning through our last lot of wood when a neighbour cut down a tree, we decided to we needed to get more or face a shortage. The friend I have who lives in the country is a long way away for us to drive to pick up a load of wood. So we decided to check a favourite source our local and some what historical cemetery. As drove along the road on the south side we seemed to stop a lot of wood ready to be taken on cleared. We drove around the roads of the cemetery itself to get to the wood but could only pick over some pieces as it was soft wood and some pieces to long to fit in the car. We decided to drive on the north side and across which is actually under a bridge to the western side. This property now as it is the city must make the property developers wince from the size of it. Thankfully it is also an tree sanctuary. It gives the city some much needed oxygen.
After our drive, we went to the lowest ravine area and found a pile of wood chips then got out of the car and there it was a huge amount of wood. A lot of large trees that had been taken down but some wood was scattered around for the taking. Happily we loaded the car and headed home with our find. Thankful for the preservation a cemetery can be to plants and animals and to people who love a fire in the cool weather.
I have become a radio person. I know longer have television cable etc. I find myself listening to radio on a daily basis. I have a few stations I switch to to suit my mood. In the morning I sometimes first listen to the news channel then switch it to a station geared for people my age. I sometimes flick over to the classical or Jazz stations. If I am sick of the rest I put on the French language station which has some really interesting music. It is my idea of a crossword puzzle to listen in French and get the gist of the conversation. I am determined to go to the library and pick up French children's books and work on vocabulary. It is better then crosswords which I find annoying. I am glad that radio hasn't totally gone the way of the dinosaur.
Over the winter I have slowly developed a problem. We now have bed quatro. That is myself and my partner and Fred at my feet and now Rooster has decided except on nights when he wants to join my offspring. This isn't comfortable and they mostly like to sleep at the end of where I sleep. Fred is a small cat built for serious mouse chasing. Rooster is another story. He is double at least Fred's size. When he is lying down he does become somewhat compact. However I have a cat bed in the room and they ignore it. I have a pad beside the bed and they ignore that. What can you do when it is half love and warmth. One leg comes out the side and another squeezes between cats.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Strange weeks, Time to say adieu, Easter.
I have just been through some strange weeks. I do read my stars and wasn't prepared for the odd week or so I have had.
One friend is looking after he Dad in palliative care, one friend and her partner have signed his 91 year old Mother into a nursing home for 54 days will they have a wedding in the Dominican. Her grand daughter. My partner has discovered he has a job looking for elevators to film in for a possible game/reality show pilot.
My offspring and I fell out for the millionth time. Offspring was hear on the weekend and looked old for his age. I blame computers that the kids never seem to get off of. I thought a comment was made at dinner that sleep was an issue. I sent a message saying he should see the doctor is he was having trouble.
I got a reply to leave me alone. That is the offspring I have worried over for years who still keeps me awake at night. Talented intelligent, sometimes you get the feeling that you have nothing to say. I see offspring as the beautiful baby, sweet child and the young person making his way in the world. Now he is a man the concern doesn't end and you are always a parent. Offspring sees an interfering mother unit from another planet. You can't win.
Adieu. This is for my friend's Father Eric who is in the last stages of cancer. At eighteen he was in the Indian army as an officer near the place they found bin Laden. It is now Pakistan. This was WWII. He was from a small town on the edge of Wharfedale in Yorkshire called Otley. His Dad had been the local shoemaker and repairman. His Mother was the quietest woman I think I have ever meet. Above his house was the Chevin talked about in Ikley moor bar tat. I was there when I was eighteen years old. He came back and tried to finish his degree in chemistry but quite to get work then marry his sweetheart Kathleen. They married and a year later their daughter arrived. They both felt they should immigrate. The war, the struggle to make a living and the desire for a new life in Canada or Australia. Like a lot of Yorkshire people of that era, it was Canada. Eric is also the Father of a son and now there are two grand daughters. A life spent working at Underwriter's Laboratories. Eric and Kathleen rented a house in a little village on the edge of a bit city. It was a place where Yorkshire people had immigrated to before WWI. Their home has been a welcoming place for friends, children and neighbours. They had a cottage on a tiny lake that was near one of the tiny towns of in cottage country. They sent their daughter to be educated in a London acting school. Sold the cottage and bought the house they where in on the side of a lovely park. In recent years, they cared for their two little grand daughters in their late seventies. Now are both are mid eighties. Eric has only a few days to live. A life well lived, quietly in ones own way. Godspeed Eric.
Easter, I have survived this holiday after two or three days of cleaning, on day of shopping and on the day, cooking and serving and cleaning up. Everyone enjoyed there meal and got Easter treats. I had not planned to spend more days cooking and cleaning but needs would have. I guess with one offspring and his partner away the holiday is quieter. One holiday down and next one May 24th. Victoria Day.
The Australian's who never fail to be original have decided to adopt a new creature and replace the Easter Bunny with a Binny rat or something to that effect to give it a more OZ flavour. I saw all right.
One friend is looking after he Dad in palliative care, one friend and her partner have signed his 91 year old Mother into a nursing home for 54 days will they have a wedding in the Dominican. Her grand daughter. My partner has discovered he has a job looking for elevators to film in for a possible game/reality show pilot.
My offspring and I fell out for the millionth time. Offspring was hear on the weekend and looked old for his age. I blame computers that the kids never seem to get off of. I thought a comment was made at dinner that sleep was an issue. I sent a message saying he should see the doctor is he was having trouble.
I got a reply to leave me alone. That is the offspring I have worried over for years who still keeps me awake at night. Talented intelligent, sometimes you get the feeling that you have nothing to say. I see offspring as the beautiful baby, sweet child and the young person making his way in the world. Now he is a man the concern doesn't end and you are always a parent. Offspring sees an interfering mother unit from another planet. You can't win.
Adieu. This is for my friend's Father Eric who is in the last stages of cancer. At eighteen he was in the Indian army as an officer near the place they found bin Laden. It is now Pakistan. This was WWII. He was from a small town on the edge of Wharfedale in Yorkshire called Otley. His Dad had been the local shoemaker and repairman. His Mother was the quietest woman I think I have ever meet. Above his house was the Chevin talked about in Ikley moor bar tat. I was there when I was eighteen years old. He came back and tried to finish his degree in chemistry but quite to get work then marry his sweetheart Kathleen. They married and a year later their daughter arrived. They both felt they should immigrate. The war, the struggle to make a living and the desire for a new life in Canada or Australia. Like a lot of Yorkshire people of that era, it was Canada. Eric is also the Father of a son and now there are two grand daughters. A life spent working at Underwriter's Laboratories. Eric and Kathleen rented a house in a little village on the edge of a bit city. It was a place where Yorkshire people had immigrated to before WWI. Their home has been a welcoming place for friends, children and neighbours. They had a cottage on a tiny lake that was near one of the tiny towns of in cottage country. They sent their daughter to be educated in a London acting school. Sold the cottage and bought the house they where in on the side of a lovely park. In recent years, they cared for their two little grand daughters in their late seventies. Now are both are mid eighties. Eric has only a few days to live. A life well lived, quietly in ones own way. Godspeed Eric.
Easter, I have survived this holiday after two or three days of cleaning, on day of shopping and on the day, cooking and serving and cleaning up. Everyone enjoyed there meal and got Easter treats. I had not planned to spend more days cooking and cleaning but needs would have. I guess with one offspring and his partner away the holiday is quieter. One holiday down and next one May 24th. Victoria Day.
The Australian's who never fail to be original have decided to adopt a new creature and replace the Easter Bunny with a Binny rat or something to that effect to give it a more OZ flavour. I saw all right.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Difficult friends, Zen in Rome, To sleep or not to sleep, old car and gas prices.
My closest friend has just asked me to write her a reference to a Nanny agency as a relief person. We have been friends since we were in high school. I felt really certain that the only answer I could give her was a no. For a while I have been telling her to deal with her stress issues. In all the appropriate ways possible, take a yoga class etc. She has turned a deaf ear to everything. A few weeks ago she stayed at at my house and set my electric kettle on the top of the stove and turned it on, not a good thing to do. She also set her Mother's oven mitts on the ring of her stove which was on. About a week ago we took another friend to lunch for her birthday. I talked to my friend as she needs to get a job about taking a class to help her get work. Her remark to me was that she was too old to study. She has never been in Guiding, or taken first aid courses or an after school babysitting course. She likes children and has baby sat her nieces. At the moment she is helping her aged parents and under considerable stress as her Father is sick. I left a long message on her answering machine to explain why I didn't feel comfortable giving her a reference. My offspring summed it up best if you are too old to read a book/study then you are too old to babysit children. My friends motive is to make money and with the stress in her life, add to the stress of being in a stranger's house with a stranger's child. I think I will pass on that one.
I have found the best mystery series actually it was my partner the library sleuth. He found a new series set in Rome abut a Venetian detective called Aurelio Zen. It is too good. The setting, the stories, clever dialogue and the clothing and characters. It reminds me of the movie Italian Job combined with Two for the Road that kind of cool, low key, a bit flashy. I was delighted with each of the three shows made. Out of curiosity I looked up the main actor, Rufus Sewell. Middle age been in lots of good shows. There was an interview on one of the day shows. The BBC, new head cancelled it after three shows. No that can't be true. I just hope they get a new network to pick it up. That was one of the dumbest things a BBC producer has ever done. Did they turn down the Beatles also?
I have just had a week of sleepless nights two but it felt like more. I have thought it might be due to being on the computer late at night with my habit of reading newspapers. I talked to my friend about it as she has the same experiences. It must also be a part of the female aging process. I live in fear of one of these nights. having a snoring husband doesn't help and now with one less bedroom in the house that isn't good either. At least spring is almost here and I can get out for a walk to help. I will also have to do the inevitable spring clean!
Our gas prices have gone up I know they have gone up in Europe also. Our car which I is a wonderful although now aged mechanical beast is going through gas at an alarming rate. My car is named Bonnie because she is a Bonneville, a Pontiac the largest of the Pontiac that are now not being made. She is a great car very safe, but needs serious work on her. I need to go and get a new vehicle of a smaller variety like a Pontiac Wave or something of that ilk. One so my partner can have a car with better mileage and we can either keep Bonnie as a spare to go grocery shopping, or for my partner to drive to work and let her sit all day in the parking lot. Sometimes you have to face reality and give the older appreciated things in your life a semi retirement also.
I have found the best mystery series actually it was my partner the library sleuth. He found a new series set in Rome abut a Venetian detective called Aurelio Zen. It is too good. The setting, the stories, clever dialogue and the clothing and characters. It reminds me of the movie Italian Job combined with Two for the Road that kind of cool, low key, a bit flashy. I was delighted with each of the three shows made. Out of curiosity I looked up the main actor, Rufus Sewell. Middle age been in lots of good shows. There was an interview on one of the day shows. The BBC, new head cancelled it after three shows. No that can't be true. I just hope they get a new network to pick it up. That was one of the dumbest things a BBC producer has ever done. Did they turn down the Beatles also?
I have just had a week of sleepless nights two but it felt like more. I have thought it might be due to being on the computer late at night with my habit of reading newspapers. I talked to my friend about it as she has the same experiences. It must also be a part of the female aging process. I live in fear of one of these nights. having a snoring husband doesn't help and now with one less bedroom in the house that isn't good either. At least spring is almost here and I can get out for a walk to help. I will also have to do the inevitable spring clean!
Our gas prices have gone up I know they have gone up in Europe also. Our car which I is a wonderful although now aged mechanical beast is going through gas at an alarming rate. My car is named Bonnie because she is a Bonneville, a Pontiac the largest of the Pontiac that are now not being made. She is a great car very safe, but needs serious work on her. I need to go and get a new vehicle of a smaller variety like a Pontiac Wave or something of that ilk. One so my partner can have a car with better mileage and we can either keep Bonnie as a spare to go grocery shopping, or for my partner to drive to work and let her sit all day in the parking lot. Sometimes you have to face reality and give the older appreciated things in your life a semi retirement also.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Lunch in the Beach, Cats, Car , Housework, H&S
I managed to escape yesterday to have lunch with my friend in the Beach neighbourhood that I and my friends enjoy the shops. The friend in particular, lives in this area although north of the main street. The nicest part is the pub we go to. It is called the Lion on the Beach, cute title. Our pubs have been taken over by franchises which are not my idea of real pubs and of course being in North America we get sports bars that have sports on the multiple televisions. It is nice to go to an old fashioned pub.
My friend surprised me and order wine with lunch. It was a bit early for me and I couldn't join her but was happy for a salmon fillet with rice and mixed vegetables. I am not supposed to eat a lot of meat although I do eat it. I try and go for chicken and turkey to help with my arthritis. I got it early. Family inheritance. We chatted about what was going on and what we were doing. She wanted to go to the local Beauty supply place and get some special hair I think conditioner. I wanted to just look around. This street has many shops of interest. I bought tea a white tea to help with my now imposed diet. I also got an African herbal tea with lemon for my friend who is dealing with ALS.
Then we walked back towards the Food land Grocery store and I bought a pork stuffed roast. I do buy meet and freeze it until I decide to cook it. I pick meat up on sale so I get good deals.
Then we walked back to the car which was a distance and it was cool out but it made me feel healthier. Like a lot of cold countries, we are stuck indoors and some days we just don't get out. I think we would hibernate if it was possible.
I got into the car and my friend, said she was going out to her parents as she is caring for them or helping them. I said had it not been so late as I had to get home and get my partner his dinner. He was home sick and in bed.
I did drive her to one subway. It was just a nice afternoon for both of us.
I am having a problem. Freddie is a good boy and likes to sleep on the end of my bed at my feet which isn't totally comfortable but he is so content that I give way. Now we have, Rooster things have gotten problematic. Rooster thinks he deserves this special treatment also and he has decided that I am his woman also. The other night I rubbed my foot along Rooster's back and got a claw in the bottom of my foot. I didn't know until he did that which cat it was. Last night, there they were, both on the bed exactly where my feet go. My legs were actually feeling cramped from our sharing arrangement. The only good thing is my partner is an early bird and the cats go with him for food in the morning. I finally get some sleep. The other three occupants of my bed are all male, and inconsiderate of the need to relax. I can't imagine the Queen, allowing her cat although I think it would be impossible to have cats, with her little dogs, of which she has about four. I sure can't see her allowing them in the royal bedroom.
She has enough rooms for bedrooms for her dogs. With the Palaces, she has I think I would have a few cats around for the mice, that must be fun to track them, maybe that is why she also has security cameras.
Car, my poor old car and I do love it has seen better days and is in need of a lot of work. I have a guilty vice I look at used cars I would like to own. Every now and again I find a really good one and of course can't afford. Didn't I find one today. Low mileage and my favourite car dealership. it is about three years old and the price although seems high is not bad for this type of a vehicle. I have a phobia about small cars. I feel if I am going to be safe I must be in a car with a front and a back with enough space to withstand a crunch on both ends and with any luck air bags in the middle. I do feel bad about my present car but I am not sure it is worth continuing on with the engine problems and the other issues it has. Now if I can just come up with the money in time to get this new vehicle. For me cars are about performance. I know that is a guy thing. I had too many guy cousins. You couldn't look like a dumb girl driver in front of them. My Father taught me to drive, short of a few driving lessons. My offspring thinks my driving isn't very good but she was impressed when we hit ice and I drove it out of the way of another car. She says you can really drive in a tough situations. I can dream of my new car . It was nice though.
H&S is Heart and Stroke, one of our big fund raising organization for health. I have been organizing canvassers to collect for them. So far I have got back six of my ten fund raisers kits but have to call the rest in this week. Each month is a new campaign. March is now, the one for Cancer research, so it is time to get the money into them. To be quite honest I have had enough of dealing with the fund raisers. They know they only have so much time to collect. I am not good at molly cuddling them. I had a Dad who spent six years in the army I was brought up to just get it done. This week it is back to calling the last four and then going to their houses to get their envelopes. Hopefully by next week I will have this out of the way and find a new volunteer project. I have three I am interested in, arthritis society, osteoporosis society and the Red Cross. It is useless at our age to pretend we just have to do nothing to make the world a better place, sitting around is a waste of time.
My friend surprised me and order wine with lunch. It was a bit early for me and I couldn't join her but was happy for a salmon fillet with rice and mixed vegetables. I am not supposed to eat a lot of meat although I do eat it. I try and go for chicken and turkey to help with my arthritis. I got it early. Family inheritance. We chatted about what was going on and what we were doing. She wanted to go to the local Beauty supply place and get some special hair I think conditioner. I wanted to just look around. This street has many shops of interest. I bought tea a white tea to help with my now imposed diet. I also got an African herbal tea with lemon for my friend who is dealing with ALS.
Then we walked back towards the Food land Grocery store and I bought a pork stuffed roast. I do buy meet and freeze it until I decide to cook it. I pick meat up on sale so I get good deals.
Then we walked back to the car which was a distance and it was cool out but it made me feel healthier. Like a lot of cold countries, we are stuck indoors and some days we just don't get out. I think we would hibernate if it was possible.
I got into the car and my friend, said she was going out to her parents as she is caring for them or helping them. I said had it not been so late as I had to get home and get my partner his dinner. He was home sick and in bed.
I did drive her to one subway. It was just a nice afternoon for both of us.
I am having a problem. Freddie is a good boy and likes to sleep on the end of my bed at my feet which isn't totally comfortable but he is so content that I give way. Now we have, Rooster things have gotten problematic. Rooster thinks he deserves this special treatment also and he has decided that I am his woman also. The other night I rubbed my foot along Rooster's back and got a claw in the bottom of my foot. I didn't know until he did that which cat it was. Last night, there they were, both on the bed exactly where my feet go. My legs were actually feeling cramped from our sharing arrangement. The only good thing is my partner is an early bird and the cats go with him for food in the morning. I finally get some sleep. The other three occupants of my bed are all male, and inconsiderate of the need to relax. I can't imagine the Queen, allowing her cat although I think it would be impossible to have cats, with her little dogs, of which she has about four. I sure can't see her allowing them in the royal bedroom.
She has enough rooms for bedrooms for her dogs. With the Palaces, she has I think I would have a few cats around for the mice, that must be fun to track them, maybe that is why she also has security cameras.
Car, my poor old car and I do love it has seen better days and is in need of a lot of work. I have a guilty vice I look at used cars I would like to own. Every now and again I find a really good one and of course can't afford. Didn't I find one today. Low mileage and my favourite car dealership. it is about three years old and the price although seems high is not bad for this type of a vehicle. I have a phobia about small cars. I feel if I am going to be safe I must be in a car with a front and a back with enough space to withstand a crunch on both ends and with any luck air bags in the middle. I do feel bad about my present car but I am not sure it is worth continuing on with the engine problems and the other issues it has. Now if I can just come up with the money in time to get this new vehicle. For me cars are about performance. I know that is a guy thing. I had too many guy cousins. You couldn't look like a dumb girl driver in front of them. My Father taught me to drive, short of a few driving lessons. My offspring thinks my driving isn't very good but she was impressed when we hit ice and I drove it out of the way of another car. She says you can really drive in a tough situations. I can dream of my new car . It was nice though.
H&S is Heart and Stroke, one of our big fund raising organization for health. I have been organizing canvassers to collect for them. So far I have got back six of my ten fund raisers kits but have to call the rest in this week. Each month is a new campaign. March is now, the one for Cancer research, so it is time to get the money into them. To be quite honest I have had enough of dealing with the fund raisers. They know they only have so much time to collect. I am not good at molly cuddling them. I had a Dad who spent six years in the army I was brought up to just get it done. This week it is back to calling the last four and then going to their houses to get their envelopes. Hopefully by next week I will have this out of the way and find a new volunteer project. I have three I am interested in, arthritis society, osteoporosis society and the Red Cross. It is useless at our age to pretend we just have to do nothing to make the world a better place, sitting around is a waste of time.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Sunday and a fire, Offspring shopping, College friends, Cemetery wood.
It is my favourite day of the week Sunday. I like to get up and listen to the CBC choral music program. Wonderful voices. I like to have tea and read emails them make breakfast. I just like the slow pace of the day.
My partner went and got wood for the fireplace. We have a lovely old fireplace with a brick front and a wooden mantel. I put my picture of what looks like the Amalfi coast with houses and boats, over the fireplace although I would prefer a picture of Wasaga or a painting of that beach. I have old furniture but it is good quality and too many magazines and a bunch of library books around a corner chair with the phone next to it. I also want to get rid of the furniture but it has to wait. Sunday rolls on with phone calls and possible friends to see in the week. The fire burns and sizzles. I email friends then have another cup of tea or ginger drink. It is the best way to spend a Sunday, relaxing.
Offspring shopping. My offspring, went to the store with a friend. I tell them not to go to this store as the prices are high. They go as the food is good and the store products are good. They comes back and complains about the bill. I say to them well you know not to go there but they still go. We can go to stores with almost the same products and get better deals. You can only tell them it is like the horse you lead to water but can't make it drink.
College friends. I go on the social network site and feel disappointed it is almost to late for us to use it except for family and offspring. I check and find a college friend and try and add her as a friend. I don't hear back. As far as I know she has never had offspring or married. Do I hear anything no. College was a long time ago and people at our age feel I think conspicuous using this site. What the heck, we can grow old and think old or we can grew and feel younger. We laugh at our foolishness. What is a few words or photos amongst friends. I do use it to complain about our somewhat nasty prime minister and other government issues. That is good also. What is the point of fuming in silence better to let it out. I come from a tradition of good complainers. We talk through issues, it keeps one alive and ready for the challenge.
Where we live is a very large actually there are two cemeteries, one goes from our main street to the next main street and then to the high street near where we live. The best part about this place is the trees and it is full of historical graves including Prime Minister Mackenzie King, he was alive during the second world war. It is a arboretum with every type of tree you can imagine with imports, also. It is nice to walk through when you are in the mood. I can't say it is my favourite place as my very good friend who died very young is there and I can't help think of her when I walk through it. However my partner parents, my in laws are also buried there and he loves to walk through it. I am more the history buff and there are many historic names either relating to the city and sometimes the country. Maybe that is also why I find it harder to enjoy the walk, history is real to me. This morning he did go over but for another reason with so many trees you do get them breaking and falling down and he had found one worth trying to bring home for the fire. He couldn't lift it it was too large and he said he didn't have the right type of saw to go through it. We did get a few pieces that are now burning in the fireplace. One piece of hard wood has been going for nearly two hours amazing. Fire and the fireplace is the only way to get through a winter even if you use the ones from historic wood.
My partner went and got wood for the fireplace. We have a lovely old fireplace with a brick front and a wooden mantel. I put my picture of what looks like the Amalfi coast with houses and boats, over the fireplace although I would prefer a picture of Wasaga or a painting of that beach. I have old furniture but it is good quality and too many magazines and a bunch of library books around a corner chair with the phone next to it. I also want to get rid of the furniture but it has to wait. Sunday rolls on with phone calls and possible friends to see in the week. The fire burns and sizzles. I email friends then have another cup of tea or ginger drink. It is the best way to spend a Sunday, relaxing.
Offspring shopping. My offspring, went to the store with a friend. I tell them not to go to this store as the prices are high. They go as the food is good and the store products are good. They comes back and complains about the bill. I say to them well you know not to go there but they still go. We can go to stores with almost the same products and get better deals. You can only tell them it is like the horse you lead to water but can't make it drink.
College friends. I go on the social network site and feel disappointed it is almost to late for us to use it except for family and offspring. I check and find a college friend and try and add her as a friend. I don't hear back. As far as I know she has never had offspring or married. Do I hear anything no. College was a long time ago and people at our age feel I think conspicuous using this site. What the heck, we can grow old and think old or we can grew and feel younger. We laugh at our foolishness. What is a few words or photos amongst friends. I do use it to complain about our somewhat nasty prime minister and other government issues. That is good also. What is the point of fuming in silence better to let it out. I come from a tradition of good complainers. We talk through issues, it keeps one alive and ready for the challenge.
Where we live is a very large actually there are two cemeteries, one goes from our main street to the next main street and then to the high street near where we live. The best part about this place is the trees and it is full of historical graves including Prime Minister Mackenzie King, he was alive during the second world war. It is a arboretum with every type of tree you can imagine with imports, also. It is nice to walk through when you are in the mood. I can't say it is my favourite place as my very good friend who died very young is there and I can't help think of her when I walk through it. However my partner parents, my in laws are also buried there and he loves to walk through it. I am more the history buff and there are many historic names either relating to the city and sometimes the country. Maybe that is also why I find it harder to enjoy the walk, history is real to me. This morning he did go over but for another reason with so many trees you do get them breaking and falling down and he had found one worth trying to bring home for the fire. He couldn't lift it it was too large and he said he didn't have the right type of saw to go through it. We did get a few pieces that are now burning in the fireplace. One piece of hard wood has been going for nearly two hours amazing. Fire and the fireplace is the only way to get through a winter even if you use the ones from historic wood.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
February not so sweet, old friends, healing, finding time for peace.
This has not been a time of sweet nothings but a rather stressful month. I would love to just curl up with a book but there always seems a lot to do. I have had a frustrating winter, my partner has been home and worried about work. He has taken some notice of the kitchen and done the dishes.
My friend who lives in a more northerly part of the GTA, sends me emails about her aged mother in law. This lady still lives on her own but has some day help and is now getting more confused. It is giving me friend anxiety about aging. I told her that things will be different for her as she has always had to be responsible and she will remain the same when she is that age. Her Mother in law has had her son my friend's husband to look after her and he is at her beck and call. He is not young. They seem to think she can stay in her home but really she need some one to be their 24/7. Life was much more easier when people lived with their aging parents. My friend says she doesn't get along with her. I do hope one if not all of my children think enough of me to let me be near enough to them when I am very old. Who knows?
I had lunch with two of my oldest friends. We talked a long tine and it was nice to be in their company. One is also looking after her aged parents and the other has had to deal with her parents having Alzheimer's. I lost my parents one when I was thirty and the other when I was almost 43 years old. I would have loved to have had my Father around longer, he died first. The two talked with the one talking about her Mother's last years with her. I am sure it was a healing for her .
I have felt my life in somewhat of an upheaval lately and I would just like to have some peace of mind for a change. Nothing extra ordinary just time to be quiet. I crave quiet and peace. I had hoped to start my writing project but haven't been able to concentrate. I need a weekend away at one of my two favourite places to go. That isn't possible at the moment so I might just have to start writing and due more research as I go along. There is always a way forward if you are determined to get something done.
I am contemplating getting rid of my living room furniture as I am tired of it. I can't replace it at the moment. I have enough with sofas in the basement to put that upstairs for now. Just a though.
My friend who lives in a more northerly part of the GTA, sends me emails about her aged mother in law. This lady still lives on her own but has some day help and is now getting more confused. It is giving me friend anxiety about aging. I told her that things will be different for her as she has always had to be responsible and she will remain the same when she is that age. Her Mother in law has had her son my friend's husband to look after her and he is at her beck and call. He is not young. They seem to think she can stay in her home but really she need some one to be their 24/7. Life was much more easier when people lived with their aging parents. My friend says she doesn't get along with her. I do hope one if not all of my children think enough of me to let me be near enough to them when I am very old. Who knows?
I had lunch with two of my oldest friends. We talked a long tine and it was nice to be in their company. One is also looking after her aged parents and the other has had to deal with her parents having Alzheimer's. I lost my parents one when I was thirty and the other when I was almost 43 years old. I would have loved to have had my Father around longer, he died first. The two talked with the one talking about her Mother's last years with her. I am sure it was a healing for her .
I have felt my life in somewhat of an upheaval lately and I would just like to have some peace of mind for a change. Nothing extra ordinary just time to be quiet. I crave quiet and peace. I had hoped to start my writing project but haven't been able to concentrate. I need a weekend away at one of my two favourite places to go. That isn't possible at the moment so I might just have to start writing and due more research as I go along. There is always a way forward if you are determined to get something done.
I am contemplating getting rid of my living room furniture as I am tired of it. I can't replace it at the moment. I have enough with sofas in the basement to put that upstairs for now. Just a though.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Family daze, week of trying issues, Page Eight, Vikings and ancestry'
Today I got ready and took my offspring down to the favourite study place. That was fine I shot home and picked up cat food at my favourite pet food depot and headed home. I had planned to visit my friend who's cousin is in from Montreal but knowing that my partner who was working at home hadn't eaten, just returned. I made some of the gourmet spaghetti cheese on toast and peameal bacon, a national delicacy.
After lunch I decide to have a siesta on the sofa before my offspring and his partner arrive. They arrived and brought some cat supplies for Rooster who is now a fixture in our abode. I realize that I had to start the soup, I had planned to make for dinner. While I did that, my partner chatted to them. Things are fine when I tried and tell offspring about an unusual ancestor I have discovered. His comment to me was how will this affect me. I said well it is something of interest. I got up and made tea and then do a bit more with the soup, came back in the room and get my partner to go and start a fire to make the room warmer for them. They don't eat and stay long enough to enjoy the cats then decide to leave. By this time I mention to offspring that he is wearing running shoes only meant for summer and he should get some hikers. There is a couple of inches of snow outside and it is cold in the minus C temperatures. Of course, this is ignored as though I have done something to offend offspring. I must live on another planet but this person is just getting over being sick with another nasty cold. Although, not a child but has virtually no common sense. I am at a lose to know what to say or do when we are together as being like my partner conversation is limited. To add insult to injury he won't wear a new jacket I bought but wears the same jacket that came in grade ten which has to be ten years old. I am sure every parent out there can hear my frustration at dealing with a person of this ilk. Stupid is as stupid does, Forrest Gump's mother was right.
After my last paragraph, I think it is somewhat futile to talk about the week I had. A whole serious of issues has happened to my partner's employment which is hard to explain. Work that is supposed to happen gets push back then goes ahead or disappears off the map. It happened again this week, Work that was supposed to start of the film season didn't go but a small two day work assignment came
into being. This is very little compared to what was expected and an onset of stress happens again.
It also starts a whole series of questions about what to do in the future, none of them very appealing.
'Page Eight', last night we got a film from the library about two men who work for M15/16 in the UK security service. It starred Bill Nigh and Michael Gambon, Ralph Fiennes, Judy Davies and Rachel Weiscz . Bill Nigh had the led as an agent who was very effective and Gambon as the head of the service. Gambon was dying and left Nigh with a tricky assignment to out the Prime Minister for holding secrets. At the beginning, the dialog was a little to hip for words but it relaxed, then went into
fast actioned intrigue of a film all set in Britain. I enjoyed it but my partner didn't. He thought it pretentious He thinks nothing of watching gross horror movies which are just a scream fest to me. I couldn't get over how much Judy Davies was like Mick Jagger, somewhat in her looks and her voice and had to wonder because of her Australian back ground were they related?
Vikings, I am studying the history of the Norse/ Vikings and am enjoying it. I am amazed at the comparison of the culture of the people to today's world, except the violence. I am working on writing a novel about two worlds that interweave through one person's dreams and reality of her heritage. Where it has lead her and where she is going to as well. Quite looking forward to it.
Ancestry, I found out a strange bit of information about one side of my ancestor's of my Grandmother, who has a pedigree, nothing fancy until this came along. I am the descendant of a medieval queen I have read the source a couple of times to make sure that it does follow down to my family tree and as far as I can see it does. I always thought, with my Northern British and Irish roots that we had any connection to anyone remotely royal. It wasn't possible. Even this side of the family there was only a Knight and his lady but I am wrong. Not that it makes a lot of difference except, it is somewhat eye opening. Truth is stranger than fiction. Unfortunately, maybe although with todays high cost and upkeep, I didn't get the castle either, which might be lucky.
After lunch I decide to have a siesta on the sofa before my offspring and his partner arrive. They arrived and brought some cat supplies for Rooster who is now a fixture in our abode. I realize that I had to start the soup, I had planned to make for dinner. While I did that, my partner chatted to them. Things are fine when I tried and tell offspring about an unusual ancestor I have discovered. His comment to me was how will this affect me. I said well it is something of interest. I got up and made tea and then do a bit more with the soup, came back in the room and get my partner to go and start a fire to make the room warmer for them. They don't eat and stay long enough to enjoy the cats then decide to leave. By this time I mention to offspring that he is wearing running shoes only meant for summer and he should get some hikers. There is a couple of inches of snow outside and it is cold in the minus C temperatures. Of course, this is ignored as though I have done something to offend offspring. I must live on another planet but this person is just getting over being sick with another nasty cold. Although, not a child but has virtually no common sense. I am at a lose to know what to say or do when we are together as being like my partner conversation is limited. To add insult to injury he won't wear a new jacket I bought but wears the same jacket that came in grade ten which has to be ten years old. I am sure every parent out there can hear my frustration at dealing with a person of this ilk. Stupid is as stupid does, Forrest Gump's mother was right.
After my last paragraph, I think it is somewhat futile to talk about the week I had. A whole serious of issues has happened to my partner's employment which is hard to explain. Work that is supposed to happen gets push back then goes ahead or disappears off the map. It happened again this week, Work that was supposed to start of the film season didn't go but a small two day work assignment came
into being. This is very little compared to what was expected and an onset of stress happens again.
It also starts a whole series of questions about what to do in the future, none of them very appealing.
'Page Eight', last night we got a film from the library about two men who work for M15/16 in the UK security service. It starred Bill Nigh and Michael Gambon, Ralph Fiennes, Judy Davies and Rachel Weiscz . Bill Nigh had the led as an agent who was very effective and Gambon as the head of the service. Gambon was dying and left Nigh with a tricky assignment to out the Prime Minister for holding secrets. At the beginning, the dialog was a little to hip for words but it relaxed, then went into
fast actioned intrigue of a film all set in Britain. I enjoyed it but my partner didn't. He thought it pretentious He thinks nothing of watching gross horror movies which are just a scream fest to me. I couldn't get over how much Judy Davies was like Mick Jagger, somewhat in her looks and her voice and had to wonder because of her Australian back ground were they related?
Vikings, I am studying the history of the Norse/ Vikings and am enjoying it. I am amazed at the comparison of the culture of the people to today's world, except the violence. I am working on writing a novel about two worlds that interweave through one person's dreams and reality of her heritage. Where it has lead her and where she is going to as well. Quite looking forward to it.
Ancestry, I found out a strange bit of information about one side of my ancestor's of my Grandmother, who has a pedigree, nothing fancy until this came along. I am the descendant of a medieval queen I have read the source a couple of times to make sure that it does follow down to my family tree and as far as I can see it does. I always thought, with my Northern British and Irish roots that we had any connection to anyone remotely royal. It wasn't possible. Even this side of the family there was only a Knight and his lady but I am wrong. Not that it makes a lot of difference except, it is somewhat eye opening. Truth is stranger than fiction. Unfortunately, maybe although with todays high cost and upkeep, I didn't get the castle either, which might be lucky.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Roman empire, British news, old Doctor, SAD
I have been watching the DVD's of the History channel's series on the Roman Empire - Rome. I have sat through four DVD's of the empires fights with the Barbarians and Christians. I have cheered on Marcus Aurelius and numerous Emperor's and Generals of the Roman Army. It is well acted with History Professor's explaining the action. I can't say I am impressed at how back stabbing they were but I guess you have to put it into context. It was almost Five Centuries. Can't say I am a fan of the Romans.
I read about seven papers a day online mostly headlines. I have been in a battle against a couple of newspapers who are using the East Europeans particularly Romanians as scapegoats for lose of British jobs. What is wrong with these people? Britain is a small island nation with a population of about 56 million people with about 50 million of those who are born in Britain. I also understand with the economy the way it is the critical nature of jobs and hiring people. However I don't understand why they openly accuse Romanians taking jobs and causing race hatred. It is upsetting to see this kind of abuse in Britain didn't they fight a war to stop this kind of behaviour. Sad.
My partner went to see his old Doctor today. He has got to be 80 years old. He asked my partner could he retire. My partner was looking exceptionally worse for wear. He has let his beard grow which I don't find youth enhancing. My partner asked the Doctor if he was going to retire. His comment was that he had a lot less patients as some had passed on hopefully to natural causes. My partner asked him, wasn't this a source of concern for him. Upon which the Doctor laughed heartily. Somewhere in there is some wisdom.
My partner is better like his Doctor to keep working, one we need to pay the bills and two the mental and physical fitness in his job will keep him going as well. Like his Doctor he needs the stimulation.
SAD or Seasonal Affective Disorder had got me. I want to sleep during the day and have no energy. I had planned to go out today but after exercising, lifting weights and having lunch I couldn't keep my eyes open. I have to go out tomorrow evening and also get few groceries. I can't wait until we have the time change back in March and get more daylight. I think the older you get the harder it is to not get enough daylight.
Back to the end of the Romans. I am at Emperor Leo from the east who is going to help the west. We who are about to die salute you! I swear my Grandmothers family fell off the Roman army. They are olive skinned. Just got left behind in Yorkshire! My Dad had the look of a Latino. Someone should tell the Brits that. There population has Roman roots. I think I did.
I read about seven papers a day online mostly headlines. I have been in a battle against a couple of newspapers who are using the East Europeans particularly Romanians as scapegoats for lose of British jobs. What is wrong with these people? Britain is a small island nation with a population of about 56 million people with about 50 million of those who are born in Britain. I also understand with the economy the way it is the critical nature of jobs and hiring people. However I don't understand why they openly accuse Romanians taking jobs and causing race hatred. It is upsetting to see this kind of abuse in Britain didn't they fight a war to stop this kind of behaviour. Sad.
My partner went to see his old Doctor today. He has got to be 80 years old. He asked my partner could he retire. My partner was looking exceptionally worse for wear. He has let his beard grow which I don't find youth enhancing. My partner asked the Doctor if he was going to retire. His comment was that he had a lot less patients as some had passed on hopefully to natural causes. My partner asked him, wasn't this a source of concern for him. Upon which the Doctor laughed heartily. Somewhere in there is some wisdom.
My partner is better like his Doctor to keep working, one we need to pay the bills and two the mental and physical fitness in his job will keep him going as well. Like his Doctor he needs the stimulation.
SAD or Seasonal Affective Disorder had got me. I want to sleep during the day and have no energy. I had planned to go out today but after exercising, lifting weights and having lunch I couldn't keep my eyes open. I have to go out tomorrow evening and also get few groceries. I can't wait until we have the time change back in March and get more daylight. I think the older you get the harder it is to not get enough daylight.
Back to the end of the Romans. I am at Emperor Leo from the east who is going to help the west. We who are about to die salute you! I swear my Grandmothers family fell off the Roman army. They are olive skinned. Just got left behind in Yorkshire! My Dad had the look of a Latino. Someone should tell the Brits that. There population has Roman roots. I think I did.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Winter but no wonderland, London flats, a week of social
I am trying to think of something positive about winter. I guess those of us who live through it, have a lot of time to reflect and do artistic pursuits that we would otherwise not feel so inclined to do in the summer months. My partner is hoping to publish his writing, a novel and is spending time checking up agents in hope of finding one who will find his work of interest. I am researching a topic of the ancient world the historical past of the British, particularly the north to entwine in a novel. I am sure if we had other things to think about we would not be as focused and trying so hard to work at these endeavours. I think the themes I have for this book have been in my life for a long time. They are of an emotional nature and a spiritual also.
At times you feel akin to Dr. Zhivago stuck in the ice of Varykino, in the Russian Urals.
I think the people of our generation have a mystic love of Russia and India thanks to Pasternak, the Russian poet, and to the Beatles their Yogi they followed and his town near the Ganges in Northern India. The Baby Boomers, ancient left overs from the sixties, a strange and mystic lot. I still have this desire to put Indian rugs in red on my floors and velvet curtains on the wall. We can never watch that film or listen to the Magical Mystery Tour or the Stones, Circus album or Ravi Shankar and not think of those times. I guess that is the romance of youth that still flows through us like a ribbon of once lived life. I guess that is the ones who had enough romance in there lives to appreciate it.
London a wonderful and busy city of now 12 million, is one of the most financially crippling to live
in for most people unless you have a professional job. My offspring and his partner got to look at a flat in the building, near where in they live and, was perfect for their lifestyle, the one they have now is a bit on the small side. The unfortunate part is the rent which would add another 5,000 pounds onto their costs which they are just managing. It is so unfair for them to know it is available let alone look at the lovely flat. Life is cruel when you are young and trying to achieve your dreams.
I am about to have a busy week. I have a dinner on Feb. 1st. Some friends of a shop, I worked in, get together at our favourite Indian restaurant and have a meal. It is loud, fun and we all enjoy it. I asked another friend who is also going to come along.
Then on Thursday, a friend of my offspring is going to have a small concert to showcase her first CD. A shy person who has had an unusual upbringing with two talented parents. She has managed to use her musical talent to write clever songs. It should be an interesting evening. My partner and I have watched this young talent come along.
The evening should be a minor triumph and hopefully, the first of a long and satisfying career.
At times you feel akin to Dr. Zhivago stuck in the ice of Varykino, in the Russian Urals.
I think the people of our generation have a mystic love of Russia and India thanks to Pasternak, the Russian poet, and to the Beatles their Yogi they followed and his town near the Ganges in Northern India. The Baby Boomers, ancient left overs from the sixties, a strange and mystic lot. I still have this desire to put Indian rugs in red on my floors and velvet curtains on the wall. We can never watch that film or listen to the Magical Mystery Tour or the Stones, Circus album or Ravi Shankar and not think of those times. I guess that is the romance of youth that still flows through us like a ribbon of once lived life. I guess that is the ones who had enough romance in there lives to appreciate it.
London a wonderful and busy city of now 12 million, is one of the most financially crippling to live
in for most people unless you have a professional job. My offspring and his partner got to look at a flat in the building, near where in they live and, was perfect for their lifestyle, the one they have now is a bit on the small side. The unfortunate part is the rent which would add another 5,000 pounds onto their costs which they are just managing. It is so unfair for them to know it is available let alone look at the lovely flat. Life is cruel when you are young and trying to achieve your dreams.
I am about to have a busy week. I have a dinner on Feb. 1st. Some friends of a shop, I worked in, get together at our favourite Indian restaurant and have a meal. It is loud, fun and we all enjoy it. I asked another friend who is also going to come along.
Then on Thursday, a friend of my offspring is going to have a small concert to showcase her first CD. A shy person who has had an unusual upbringing with two talented parents. She has managed to use her musical talent to write clever songs. It should be an interesting evening. My partner and I have watched this young talent come along.
The evening should be a minor triumph and hopefully, the first of a long and satisfying career.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Fundraising, winter in the grey, birthday celebration.
I am trying to learn to be a fundraiser for charities, mostly health charities. I can't say I find this an easy thing to do. I don't have trouble talking to people. Actually it does make me nervous. I think it is meeting new people. I am not anti social but I don't think it gets easier as you get older. I don't like the other part as I am a captain of a group and you call the group and they don't pick up there kits. I think tomorrow I am going to deliver the remaining ones unless people aren't home. If know one is there I will leave a note for them to pick them up. I had hoped to get through it with as much efficiency as I could. I think some of the canvassers agree to do this and then find themselves very busy to follow through. Oh well, we just carry on regardless.
I am watching a show which I have seen before on the London Blitz. It is so unnerving to watch the footage and it does make you live through it. I think an uncle of mine was on the fire brigades in London during the war. My uncle had been a career soldier and had been discharged with diabetes. He got to fight the fires though.
It has been so grey that last few days. It is quite depressing. By afternoon it feels like it is the evening.
I think we are so used to cold but sunny days that this doesn't seem like winter. The west is supposed to be getting the severe cold and we are having a milder winter. There hasn't been much snow.
I keep having deja vu of my old dog Kurt and having to take him out at night for his last walk. I do miss him but not the walks.
I am making some plans for my birthday celebration later this year. I am hoping to visit my offspring and his partner. If it doesn't happen, then I will plan something simpler. I don't like parties for older people their is something false about them other than dinner with family and very close friends.
My birthday for me is a great escape. Last year it was up to cottage country and to my favourite Bay with a side trip to a spa. That was enjoyable. I was near the shoot that my partner was on and got to meet Burt Reynolds and LeAnn Rimes. I don't go on set very often so it was nice to be near them when the filming was going on. It is work and not a party atmosphere. It made for a memorable birthday even one I was enjoying on my own. I think I don't like being reminded that I am getting old
know one can blame you for that. I think some how it is the world today makes so much emphasis on youth and the youth culture. I can remember when I was a young person that older people had a lot of respect and at times some they didn't deserve. However it doesn't seem there is a lot for them today except in their own families if they are lucky. This is a sad reflection on the world.
I am watching a show which I have seen before on the London Blitz. It is so unnerving to watch the footage and it does make you live through it. I think an uncle of mine was on the fire brigades in London during the war. My uncle had been a career soldier and had been discharged with diabetes. He got to fight the fires though.
It has been so grey that last few days. It is quite depressing. By afternoon it feels like it is the evening.
I think we are so used to cold but sunny days that this doesn't seem like winter. The west is supposed to be getting the severe cold and we are having a milder winter. There hasn't been much snow.
I keep having deja vu of my old dog Kurt and having to take him out at night for his last walk. I do miss him but not the walks.
I am making some plans for my birthday celebration later this year. I am hoping to visit my offspring and his partner. If it doesn't happen, then I will plan something simpler. I don't like parties for older people their is something false about them other than dinner with family and very close friends.
My birthday for me is a great escape. Last year it was up to cottage country and to my favourite Bay with a side trip to a spa. That was enjoyable. I was near the shoot that my partner was on and got to meet Burt Reynolds and LeAnn Rimes. I don't go on set very often so it was nice to be near them when the filming was going on. It is work and not a party atmosphere. It made for a memorable birthday even one I was enjoying on my own. I think I don't like being reminded that I am getting old
know one can blame you for that. I think some how it is the world today makes so much emphasis on youth and the youth culture. I can remember when I was a young person that older people had a lot of respect and at times some they didn't deserve. However it doesn't seem there is a lot for them today except in their own families if they are lucky. This is a sad reflection on the world.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Help! Christmas leftover, 2012 do we acknowledge the Titanic. Maybe yes!
I can never say the word help without think of the Beatle song and the movie of that name. The song was clever and expressed a lot of emotion of that feeling of desperation. I have been fortunate to have got some of that much needed commodity lately. One in the shape of family. Sometimes it is the last person you can think of that does help. These are hard times for people who have a small business. Banks if you are in trouble are more likely to help you by helping themselves although these days they are not earning much for their troubles. If you go beyond this situation there always seems to be a catch 22 to everything you do. I was blessed with a clear head for business and have learned over the years to use it to make the best decisions I can. I also thank my Father who has been dead for thirty years for spending the time talking to me about the depression (1930's) the war (WWII). His childhood being the oldest of eight children and of being sent to work at fourteen, on a farm to supplement the family wages so they could survive. I can still hear his words in my head when I have to make decisions. Some although, not many of that generation are still around and am I thankful that I have his genes.
I have to admit that Christmas is still hanging around my home. I get busy and things are still sitting out. The mantel is covered but the tree is gone. One of the things I have to do tomorrow is take them down. I think I haven't done as much as I have a broken vacuum, actually I have two of them needing repair. Tomorrow, that will be done as with our new addition it isn't pleasant living with animal hair of any kind.
I swore the next animal I got would be a horse so he could live in a stable although that is an expensive venture. Once the vacuum repaired, and the rest of the ornaments away I can reclaim my living space.
I have a lot of things to think about in this year of 2012. One it is the year the Titanic sank. Why should we think about this you have to ask yourself. It the Titanic hadn't happened maritime safety would never have been improved. I think it was such a beautiful ship and the passenger's were glamorous also. That ship still haunts us. Even, Rod Stewart, the singer is going to go on a cruise of the Titanic's only trip to where it now lies off Newfoundland. I can't say I think of the modern movie of the sinking but the old movie called, 'A Night to Remember '. That was shot in Ruislip Lido in North London. As a young person when I first say it I was enthralled with it and watched aghast at the great liner sinking and the passengers calling and crying out in the night. Maybe that tragedy was a foreshadow of the great war to come just two years later. I am sure it has given all liner passengers a healthy respect for ocean travel since that time.
The other thing about this year is that both of my parents would have been 100 years old on their birthdays. I was born late in their lives. My Father lived to be in his seventieth year and my Mother lived to be in her, eighty- third year. My Father did not live long enough to know my offspring but my Mother got to meet her grandchildren of whom she was very proud. They have her colouring her northern European looks and from what I am reading lately, Viking genes. I think my Father also from the Northern part of England had similar roots. It is interesting as I research the Norse and Viking that they are so little mentioned in the world as they are a very dominate gene in Britain, and more so the more north you go. I can only put it down to the Christian influence and the Viking acceptance of the religion in favour of Odin, Thor and Freya. The older I get I understand my parents more, their families their roots, the only pity is they met so late in life and I was born when they were older adults. I think this is not an unusual phenomena with people who's parents were old enough to have lived through WWII. That said my Father was a solider in the Canadian army and my Mother, had the good fortune to dance some of it away at the Palais Royale to the music of the big bands. My Dad, got to go with the 2nd Division about one month after D-Day and face the tanks of the German army. Knowing what I know about genetics and history, you have to be thankful for that Viking inheritance!
I have to admit that Christmas is still hanging around my home. I get busy and things are still sitting out. The mantel is covered but the tree is gone. One of the things I have to do tomorrow is take them down. I think I haven't done as much as I have a broken vacuum, actually I have two of them needing repair. Tomorrow, that will be done as with our new addition it isn't pleasant living with animal hair of any kind.
I swore the next animal I got would be a horse so he could live in a stable although that is an expensive venture. Once the vacuum repaired, and the rest of the ornaments away I can reclaim my living space.
I have a lot of things to think about in this year of 2012. One it is the year the Titanic sank. Why should we think about this you have to ask yourself. It the Titanic hadn't happened maritime safety would never have been improved. I think it was such a beautiful ship and the passenger's were glamorous also. That ship still haunts us. Even, Rod Stewart, the singer is going to go on a cruise of the Titanic's only trip to where it now lies off Newfoundland. I can't say I think of the modern movie of the sinking but the old movie called, 'A Night to Remember '. That was shot in Ruislip Lido in North London. As a young person when I first say it I was enthralled with it and watched aghast at the great liner sinking and the passengers calling and crying out in the night. Maybe that tragedy was a foreshadow of the great war to come just two years later. I am sure it has given all liner passengers a healthy respect for ocean travel since that time.
The other thing about this year is that both of my parents would have been 100 years old on their birthdays. I was born late in their lives. My Father lived to be in his seventieth year and my Mother lived to be in her, eighty- third year. My Father did not live long enough to know my offspring but my Mother got to meet her grandchildren of whom she was very proud. They have her colouring her northern European looks and from what I am reading lately, Viking genes. I think my Father also from the Northern part of England had similar roots. It is interesting as I research the Norse and Viking that they are so little mentioned in the world as they are a very dominate gene in Britain, and more so the more north you go. I can only put it down to the Christian influence and the Viking acceptance of the religion in favour of Odin, Thor and Freya. The older I get I understand my parents more, their families their roots, the only pity is they met so late in life and I was born when they were older adults. I think this is not an unusual phenomena with people who's parents were old enough to have lived through WWII. That said my Father was a solider in the Canadian army and my Mother, had the good fortune to dance some of it away at the Palais Royale to the music of the big bands. My Dad, got to go with the 2nd Division about one month after D-Day and face the tanks of the German army. Knowing what I know about genetics and history, you have to be thankful for that Viking inheritance!
Monday, January 9, 2012
January the month of Janus, Lord of the Beginnings, friends with issues, Greek delicasies
I have just read an article about Janus who is the Roman god for which the month of January is named after. He is called the Lord of the Beginnings. It seems like the whole world is entering a time of new beginnings this year. Although I think a lot of the issues have been going to happen for the last few years.
The new world started when George Bush, decided to attack Iraq. He had a vendetta to go after Sadam H. but I am not so sure it was the smartest approach to what he has done to the American economy and the people of that country. Since that was in 2001, the world has had a lot of time to reflect. I am sure if the Russian's had rethought about going into Afghanistan they would have also. I am not sure they were any better off after that conflict or dubious adventure.
The world economies are still in a boat on a rocky sea and as the German Premier, Angela Merkel seems to be the woman who is holding everything together. That said some of the new countries on this planet, Canada, Australia and the United States, seem to see some light at the end of the tunnel and are holding there own. Britain and its, Prime Minister Cameron seems to be showing, other than his lack of insight for the young and the university fees, some leadership qualities. I guess we should all burn some incense and give up a prayer to, Janus for our continued preservation and the restoration in some countries of a healthier and stable, economy in world governments.
I don't know what is going on, my friends as I should include myself in these issues at the moment. Maybe besides our age and dealing with aging members of our families, or jobs/work that is and may not be. I just seem to have a load of concerns about them that includes my offspring who always seem to have need in some area of their young lives. I guess combined with our winter lack of light and our instant media these days it is hard to get away from life stresses. My dream is to move, to a more northerly community and stay there for half the year and just not be available to worry about what is going on in either my friends worlds for a bit or the world in general, for that matter. No matter how I look at it that plan is still good in my books.
I have been contemplating spending some time visiting my overseas offspring and his partner in June however a rental in my favourite area of beach country is tempting also. A month with no traffic and no city sounds is good also. A summer would be better.
I just read a funny quote about that said, 'One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats.' This was written by the author and philosopher, Iris Murdoch. I can't say I know a lot about Iris M. as I have only seen a movie about her life which was based on a book by her husband. However I am in agreement with this statement. I spend part of my week with friends who enjoy going for coffee or tea out to various cafes and sometimes it is at our house. Today my friend and I wanted to find a new but less expensive place for coffee, she is helping her, both gifted offspring, through higher education. We headed to a Greek bakery, the delights in this place are too numerous to mention. We were good and tried to stay away from the sugar confectionery. I go for the custard with philo pastry and honey. My friend went straight for a flaky turnover. The coffee also is good just slightly more intense then other coffee outlets. We sat in the big window of this pleasant shop. Although it is on a main road, it is bright and friendly. My friend is from a Chinese family, although brought up here. We have become friends who have a reassuring balance to our relationship. Actually, we have some very similar background issues and raised our families although not together at almost the same schools.
When we are out time flies, and issues seem to melt into intense discussion, and quite often laughter. My friend is from a family, who worked hard for their foot hold in this country. Has taken their lessons to heart but also walked her own path. My family all though a century earlier has done the same thing. We have a lot of respect for each other and seem to find never be short for words.
I can say that one of the small treats in my life are my woman friends who fill it with their life stories their wisdom, their knowledge and the comfort that I am not alone on my journey into a new age.
The new world started when George Bush, decided to attack Iraq. He had a vendetta to go after Sadam H. but I am not so sure it was the smartest approach to what he has done to the American economy and the people of that country. Since that was in 2001, the world has had a lot of time to reflect. I am sure if the Russian's had rethought about going into Afghanistan they would have also. I am not sure they were any better off after that conflict or dubious adventure.
The world economies are still in a boat on a rocky sea and as the German Premier, Angela Merkel seems to be the woman who is holding everything together. That said some of the new countries on this planet, Canada, Australia and the United States, seem to see some light at the end of the tunnel and are holding there own. Britain and its, Prime Minister Cameron seems to be showing, other than his lack of insight for the young and the university fees, some leadership qualities. I guess we should all burn some incense and give up a prayer to, Janus for our continued preservation and the restoration in some countries of a healthier and stable, economy in world governments.
I don't know what is going on, my friends as I should include myself in these issues at the moment. Maybe besides our age and dealing with aging members of our families, or jobs/work that is and may not be. I just seem to have a load of concerns about them that includes my offspring who always seem to have need in some area of their young lives. I guess combined with our winter lack of light and our instant media these days it is hard to get away from life stresses. My dream is to move, to a more northerly community and stay there for half the year and just not be available to worry about what is going on in either my friends worlds for a bit or the world in general, for that matter. No matter how I look at it that plan is still good in my books.
I have been contemplating spending some time visiting my overseas offspring and his partner in June however a rental in my favourite area of beach country is tempting also. A month with no traffic and no city sounds is good also. A summer would be better.
I just read a funny quote about that said, 'One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats.' This was written by the author and philosopher, Iris Murdoch. I can't say I know a lot about Iris M. as I have only seen a movie about her life which was based on a book by her husband. However I am in agreement with this statement. I spend part of my week with friends who enjoy going for coffee or tea out to various cafes and sometimes it is at our house. Today my friend and I wanted to find a new but less expensive place for coffee, she is helping her, both gifted offspring, through higher education. We headed to a Greek bakery, the delights in this place are too numerous to mention. We were good and tried to stay away from the sugar confectionery. I go for the custard with philo pastry and honey. My friend went straight for a flaky turnover. The coffee also is good just slightly more intense then other coffee outlets. We sat in the big window of this pleasant shop. Although it is on a main road, it is bright and friendly. My friend is from a Chinese family, although brought up here. We have become friends who have a reassuring balance to our relationship. Actually, we have some very similar background issues and raised our families although not together at almost the same schools.
When we are out time flies, and issues seem to melt into intense discussion, and quite often laughter. My friend is from a family, who worked hard for their foot hold in this country. Has taken their lessons to heart but also walked her own path. My family all though a century earlier has done the same thing. We have a lot of respect for each other and seem to find never be short for words.
I can say that one of the small treats in my life are my woman friends who fill it with their life stories their wisdom, their knowledge and the comfort that I am not alone on my journey into a new age.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Kurt, Bailey and now Beau, returning clothes that don't fit Rumpo
We heard sad news today. One of the last family dogs that my offspring were raised with had to be put down. He was a lovely golden retriever called, Beau. The family he lived with were ladies and very fashionable ones at that. Beau was a very earthy and fun loving creatures in a house of haute couture and a fast moving life. He was a very loved and comforting part of this household. I was always greeted with a cry of save me and I need someone who understand dogs. I have a high level of emotional quotient where dogs and cats are concerned and I am horse savvy also. I am even fond of birds but fish are, something I like to look at but can't say scaled creatures warm my heart.
It is with sadness we have lost another wonderful creature in our world along with my friend's lovely pet, Bailey a part duck toler type of red collie. My friend was sent into depression when she had to say goodbye to her companion. Bailey was also my Kurt's favourite dog. They seemed to adore one another.
I decided to go to the mall I seem to often find myself. It is small, compared to most of the shopping venues in this city but seems to be one you can find things and find what you are looking for at times.
In November, I had bought a pair of dress ladies pants for a Christmas party. By the time I tried the pants on about a half hour before I left and I had taken off the clothing tags. I put the pants on and they didn't fit like I thought they had.
I took them back a week ago and left the receipt at home. Today I took them back with the right receipt. I got the manager. All of a sudden I was persona non grata I had made the terrible mistake of not bring the pants back within the thirty days. I had bought them not in time. No store certificate to get anything else. To bad. I told the woman I had been back the previous week. She was just down right rude.
The best I could say was she had lost a customer and not one but two as my friend was in agreement with me. Truly strange way to do business.
Rumpole the wonderful fictional lawyer from the John Mortimer series has been a mainstay of my Christmas holidays besides Downton. I just love this character and his speeches and wisdom.
Since Mortimer a lawyer and his Father a lawyer as well, the character and its background is well founded. The humour and the wit is priceless. Unfortunately, John Mortimer is no longer on this planet but he has left some wonderful books and scripts to enjoy including, Brideshead Revisited. It was John Mortimer's script writing and Evelyn Waugh's wonderful book. I think holidays are the best times to have Dvd's or videos of great drama. How lucky we are to have had writer's like him.
It is with sadness we have lost another wonderful creature in our world along with my friend's lovely pet, Bailey a part duck toler type of red collie. My friend was sent into depression when she had to say goodbye to her companion. Bailey was also my Kurt's favourite dog. They seemed to adore one another.
I decided to go to the mall I seem to often find myself. It is small, compared to most of the shopping venues in this city but seems to be one you can find things and find what you are looking for at times.
In November, I had bought a pair of dress ladies pants for a Christmas party. By the time I tried the pants on about a half hour before I left and I had taken off the clothing tags. I put the pants on and they didn't fit like I thought they had.
I took them back a week ago and left the receipt at home. Today I took them back with the right receipt. I got the manager. All of a sudden I was persona non grata I had made the terrible mistake of not bring the pants back within the thirty days. I had bought them not in time. No store certificate to get anything else. To bad. I told the woman I had been back the previous week. She was just down right rude.
The best I could say was she had lost a customer and not one but two as my friend was in agreement with me. Truly strange way to do business.
Rumpole the wonderful fictional lawyer from the John Mortimer series has been a mainstay of my Christmas holidays besides Downton. I just love this character and his speeches and wisdom.
Since Mortimer a lawyer and his Father a lawyer as well, the character and its background is well founded. The humour and the wit is priceless. Unfortunately, John Mortimer is no longer on this planet but he has left some wonderful books and scripts to enjoy including, Brideshead Revisited. It was John Mortimer's script writing and Evelyn Waugh's wonderful book. I think holidays are the best times to have Dvd's or videos of great drama. How lucky we are to have had writer's like him.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Downton, wine gums, walk on the Pleasant side, kitty two
I have to admit that I am addicted to Downton Abbey, the BBC drama. I have just watched part eight, of season two. It is enthralling. I saved this episode for New Year's Eve, it was a gift from my son. This is my second time to watch it. I am somewhat superstitious about that night so staying in although I would sooner spend it with my good friend and some neighbours of hers, Jackie and John. Jackie, I am sure this is not the French spelling, is from Dijon in France. I could spend all night listening to her accent. John, a Canadian is also very sweet and amusing, they are both seniors but very young in spirit.
Part eight of Downton; the youngest daughter of the Duke has given up on being an aristocrat, the young lady who is to marry the heir has a change of heart, amongst other life changing events. Their clothes are of one of my favourite era's the early 1920's. They say in London fashion, they are bringing back some of the styles thanks to the show, wonderful. You live through the era and the characters lives. I love drama like this. It does take you to another world and that is what drama should be.
Wine gums, of all the silly confectionaries this one has to be my downfall. I swear I can hold back on chocolate, having only a few pieces. Put the wine gums in front of me and they are gone! I am very partial to the white ones which I am deluded to think, are like champagne. My next favourites are the yellow and then the green. I have to admit I will eat the other colours but they never taste as good.
Today was a holiday, in lieu of New Year's Day, falling on a Sunday. I had things to do but wanted after the holiday to get out of the house. That doesn't sound difficult but with our weather sometimes the extreme damp, doesn't make for a nice outing. Today was cool and getting colder, as my partner needed to get out and a coffee, so we drove to the high street. I wanted to go to the bulk food store on a main street near there. There is a coffee shop across the road. The coffee shop is in a new condo building which I have given a name to which I am not particularly proud but I somewhat hate pretension. The building in called, Chateau with another name attached. It is a family joke when we see it to announce the other name. I must admit it is vulgar but I think the builders could have given the building a name more suitable to the neighbourhood. We have another set of box stores nearby that look like they belong in Southern California, too tacky for words. I haven't name them but feel sick when I see them.
I did get to go and pick out the lovely delicacies in the bulk store. I buy all the nuts, brazil, cashew, walnuts, and got my sesame seeds that are full of calcium. The dried fruit is wonderful also but had to restrain myself this trip. I must admit I get carried away and get panicky to think I might not have enough cash to pay for it all. I was very proud when the total came to under what I had actually planned to spend. I had even bought my daughter some hazelnuts. Since I am trying eat less wheat, and more protein that is healthy I go for the good stuff. The wine gums come in the house on special occasions.
Kitty two! My son and his partner, gave me a bit of a shock when over for dinner. They announced they were thinking of leaving Rooster, the cat. I like the cat but having to feed him for about fifteen years at today prices for cat food that doesn't send him to the vet, didn't thrill my heart. I swear I am going to invest in pet food stock. It is outrageously expensive. I spend more on the cat food then I do on meat for my partner and I. Although I do go in for grain fed meat, now. Worst of all is both cat's are food lickers then don't eat it out right. Although I must admit I think Rooster is better then Fred. Fred being a rescue kitty I have never checked to see if he has all his teeth.
It is a pity we can't claim pets as dependents on our taxes they cost enough to feed! There goes my planned investment fund for extreme old age.
Part eight of Downton; the youngest daughter of the Duke has given up on being an aristocrat, the young lady who is to marry the heir has a change of heart, amongst other life changing events. Their clothes are of one of my favourite era's the early 1920's. They say in London fashion, they are bringing back some of the styles thanks to the show, wonderful. You live through the era and the characters lives. I love drama like this. It does take you to another world and that is what drama should be.
Wine gums, of all the silly confectionaries this one has to be my downfall. I swear I can hold back on chocolate, having only a few pieces. Put the wine gums in front of me and they are gone! I am very partial to the white ones which I am deluded to think, are like champagne. My next favourites are the yellow and then the green. I have to admit I will eat the other colours but they never taste as good.
Today was a holiday, in lieu of New Year's Day, falling on a Sunday. I had things to do but wanted after the holiday to get out of the house. That doesn't sound difficult but with our weather sometimes the extreme damp, doesn't make for a nice outing. Today was cool and getting colder, as my partner needed to get out and a coffee, so we drove to the high street. I wanted to go to the bulk food store on a main street near there. There is a coffee shop across the road. The coffee shop is in a new condo building which I have given a name to which I am not particularly proud but I somewhat hate pretension. The building in called, Chateau with another name attached. It is a family joke when we see it to announce the other name. I must admit it is vulgar but I think the builders could have given the building a name more suitable to the neighbourhood. We have another set of box stores nearby that look like they belong in Southern California, too tacky for words. I haven't name them but feel sick when I see them.
I did get to go and pick out the lovely delicacies in the bulk store. I buy all the nuts, brazil, cashew, walnuts, and got my sesame seeds that are full of calcium. The dried fruit is wonderful also but had to restrain myself this trip. I must admit I get carried away and get panicky to think I might not have enough cash to pay for it all. I was very proud when the total came to under what I had actually planned to spend. I had even bought my daughter some hazelnuts. Since I am trying eat less wheat, and more protein that is healthy I go for the good stuff. The wine gums come in the house on special occasions.
Kitty two! My son and his partner, gave me a bit of a shock when over for dinner. They announced they were thinking of leaving Rooster, the cat. I like the cat but having to feed him for about fifteen years at today prices for cat food that doesn't send him to the vet, didn't thrill my heart. I swear I am going to invest in pet food stock. It is outrageously expensive. I spend more on the cat food then I do on meat for my partner and I. Although I do go in for grain fed meat, now. Worst of all is both cat's are food lickers then don't eat it out right. Although I must admit I think Rooster is better then Fred. Fred being a rescue kitty I have never checked to see if he has all his teeth.
It is a pity we can't claim pets as dependents on our taxes they cost enough to feed! There goes my planned investment fund for extreme old age.
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