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 |   The simplicity of my day to day. |
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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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Prompt: What was the best part of your week? What was the worst part of your week? Write about this in your Blog entry today. This was the question I used to ask my children when they came home from school but usually I was asking about their day. A week though gives me more to choose from. The best part of my week? I enjoyed a visit from my grandson, Jedd. He came to see if he could help me with a computer problem. I’ve been trying to digitise my old VCR tapes. I need them to go on to my computer so as to be able to give everyone who may be interested, an external hard drive each. I can’t say we’ve cracked it yet but it was lovely to see Jedd and to know at 28 years of age he still has time for his grandparents. The worst part has been really bad. Our daughter who lives many thousands of kilometres away from us suffers from mental illness. Her partner left her recently and she’s spiralled out of control. I had to ring for an ambulance for her as I was concerned for her welfare. I was correct in doing so and she was taken to hospital for a mental assessment. I suppose the outcome has been positive in as much she’s now receiving help. It doesn’t matter how old your children are they’re always your kids and you never stop worrying about them. |
Prompt: Moments of Beauty? Was does "moment of beauty" mean to you, and was there ever a moment of unexpected beauty that sent a rush of happiness through you? There must be many moments of beauty in my memory bank which were fleeting and disappeared before they could firmly entrenched themselves, so now I’m thinking of recent moments which have made me stop, just for a moment, and appreciate what was before my eyes. Does one need to be old, and may I even say, jaded by life, that there now few moments of beauty and nothing one had not seen or experienced before? Amazingly no. I’ve discovered I can still be moved by the most simple things. My great granddaughter who is almost three, caused me to see the beauty in a child’s innocence. Her mother sent me a photo of her little one and she had captured a moment of beauty within. Tears came, not sad tears but tears of joy when I looked at the photo of this beautiful child. It was taken on a summer’s day in the garden. I couldn’t see her face, she was naked, her back to the camera, sun hat perched on her dark curls, and was absorbed in painting a picture on her easel. The subject were flowers, blue and green against the white butcher’s paper. It looked to me like Vincent Van Gogh’s ‘Irises.’ I know realistically a not yet three years old child could be emulating Van Gogh, but just for a second I was struck by the simplicity and beauty of a sunny day, the gorgeous blemish free body of a child who doesn’t know yet the feelings attached to embarrassment, or shame. I have since had the picture enlarged and it hangs on the spare bedroom wall. A moment of beauty. |
Let's have some fun with random words: cat, lecture, snarl, residences, show, stain, purr, and gold. As I recuperate from my hip surgery I’ve been walking with two crutches for several weeks. My walk has consisted of going around our very small 600 metre block. I pass several residences on my journey. Mrs Ball lives in one of the houses and she has a cat that sits on her front porch. My dog always accompanies me on my walk to visit Mrs Ball’s cat and they eye each other up. The cat gives a snarl and a show of her sharp, white teeth. Lucy listens to my lecture about cats. I explain it would be a stain on her as yet unsullied character if she chased and caught MBC, and I tell her she’s as good as gold when she ignores the cat. I don’t know the name of Mrs Ball’s cat, but she did come over to me one day when I called to her, “come here, Puss Puss.’ So that could be her name. I didn’t have the dog with me and even heard her give a gentle purr as if to say, thank you. |
| "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 3102 May 23, 2024 Prompt: If you're not improving, youre falling behind. Write about this in your Blog entry today. Oh, dear, this prompt makes me feel slightly stressed! Must I really keep on improving? Am I falling behind? I didn’t know I was even in a race. This is the very reason many people are feeling the need to visit doctors to get their antidepressant medication. They’re under siege from a society which is constantly telling them they need to lift their game, earn more money, have better behaved kids and the perfect marriage or job. No, not jobs, careers are the thing you must have. It’s no longer enough to go to work and earn a wage, you must use any free time improving yourself. Get fitter, stop drinking/smoking, get thin. OMG I’m tired now. I’m off for a nap.💤 |
Prompt: Photography Photography used to be an art. Nowadays, however, everyone is a photographer, especially with selfies, thanks to technology. What do you think about the ease that lets people take photographs and selfies in our day compared to several decades ago and the feeling that emanates from the photographs of the bygone days and those of today? I’ve thought about this often. I remember when having a photograph taken was something special. People of my age had few photos of themselves from childhood but we treasure the ones we have. We’ve seen them so many times each one is imprinted in our minds. There would be the first one taken as a baby. Probably not taken until the child could at least sit up. Many others would be incidental, where you’d be in the background of a wedding or some event. These photographs would all be taken by a specialist photographer brought in for the occasion. My favourite one of me as a child is walking along the seafront in England with my parents, two brothers and grandfather. There would be roaming photographers taking photos, asking if you wanted one. I think they’d only pretended to take one and then if interest was shown they’d take one for real. You’d wait impatiently for the time the image would be ready to pick up from the pier or another venue and the family would all ooh and ahh over it. When we had a camera when I was first married, photos would be taken with a wind-on camera. After the film was all used up, the film would be taken to the chemists or posted off for development. A week or so later you’d receive them back in an envelope. So exciting! Invariably there’d be disappointment as the quality of amateur photography back then was pretty dismal. But the photos would be placed in an album to be seen by generations. So different from today when everything is photographed, even what you’re eating is snapped and shared on social media. Kid’s lives are documented 24/7. But are those images ever even looked at again after they’ve been shared? As for the selfie, don’t get me started. If I, as a teenager looked in the mirror as many times a day as teenagers today take photos of themselves, I would have been accused of vanity and told to go and do something useful.😂 |
Prompt: Please use these random words: exile, physics, land, rifle, bald, system and outfit. I’ve had a realisation lately, it’s one I’ve always known on some level but when one suddenly becomes incapacitated by illness or an accident there is a feeling of being in exile which is sort of unexplainable. You feel as if you’ve arrived in a new land, a different country even. I’m unsure if physics comes into play in this instance but it’s quite unsettling. Life has continued on for everyone you know and yes, they all ask about you and show love and concern but still one feels different. Even the outfit you may choose to wear on any given day has changed. It no longer matters what you look like it’s comfort you require. Pyjamas are the look of my day and slippers. I rifle through my undies drawer for my most loose pair so they won’t dig into my operation wound. It’s the new system or new world order. Get out of bed, shower, pyjamas or something as glamorous back on and begin physio exercises in a desperate attempt to rejoin my previous life. I’ve been lying around the place so long I’ve probably worn a bald patch on the back of my head. |
Prompt: "A brain dump allows you to clear your head and have free space in your mind...writing down ideas with a brain dump is a great way to get the creative juices flowing." In what ways do you "dump" your brain? My poor brain has needed more than a ‘Brain Dump’ lately after getting concussed. I now know what it feels like when people say things such as, “my head is full of cotton wool.” I literally haven’t been able to think straight for the last four weeks. I tried to say something to my doctor about being discharged from hospital and could even think of the word ‘discharged.’ She told me about concussion and what it does to the brain. Fortunately one day this week I felt a difference. It was as if fresh air had entered my head. Maybe it was the swelling suddenly decreasing. Anyway back to ways of clearing the brain other than bashing it on a door frame! Lists are my go to. If it’s written down where I can access it, then it’s out of my thoughts and I can concentrate on other things. Going for a walk in nature is my next trick. I can walk and think and usually can arrive at a solution if one is required. Trees are a balm to my soul, I lift my head and stare at the tops of the trees, watch the swaying branches and the birds which live in them and am instantly de-stressed. I can get the same affect from waves, but trees are all around me and easily accessed, whereas I need to drive forty minutes to a beach. Singing is another way I clear my mind. I belong to a choir and singing with others is simply the best way of clearing the mind from all worries, even if it’s for just an hour. Even driving in traffic can make one forget as one attempts to stay alive. It’s not a stress free experience though and not one I would recommend. The worst thing is to sit indoors on your own and to worry. That never did any good.  |
I think Bhutan sounds an amazing place to visit. A balm for the soul. In this world of rush, rush and busy, busy, a week or two of peace sounds amazing. I love the idea of Buddhism but I’m afraid I could never live up to its ideals and philosophy. In simplistic terms, to say one lived a Buddhist way of life, one would never harm a living creature. I have a friend who has dedicated her life to the Buddhist way of thinking and she won’t even kill a mouse, rat, fly or ant. But I’m afraid the idea of a rat being in my house and just letting it live its best life is simply too much for me. I’ve never heard my friend say one bad thing about anyone either. When her husband left her for another woman she was obviously hurt and confused but the way she handled herself, refusing to stoop to his level and call him names, was inspiring. Although she calmly went about ensuring he didn’t get away with her share of their assets. Just like a calm assassin! Bhutan is supposed to be a place of happiness, although I’m sure everyone has their share of troubles, even there. Visitors to the Kingdom are kept to a minimum, ensuring their way of life isn’t too disrupted which happens to almost all other tourist-driven countries and destinations. There must be something special about being so near to Heaven which gives that feeling of being special. I hope it remains that way forever. |
Please use these words in your entry today: Mother, accurate, handy, relevance, reckless, swop, fork, and accountable. My dear mother was a stickler for good manners. Fork in the left hand, knife in the right. I now see that many people swop their fork into their right hands when transferring their food from the plate to mouth. Perhaps it’s in America this is more prevalent. Being left-handed myself I always held the belief that everyone ate left-handed! Is this an accurate observation or is this an example of old-fashioned etiquette and has no relevance today? Obviously, it makes more sense to use your right hand for food transferral if one is right-handed. Especially when attempting to get a forkful of peas from plate to mouth, one would be reckless to attempt it with the least dominant hand. Besides table manners we should all be accountable for our actions. Respect seems to be on the wane, especially in schools toward their teachers. Sometimes I think it would be handy for the teachers to regain the upper hand and to be allowed to implement punishments which fit the crime. I never believed in corporal punishment but a rap over the knuckles now and again wouldn’t go amiss. |
BCoF shorter prompt: We're going to be exploring this location. Your job is to write a review. Your choice raving or dreadful. Have fun. Welcome to my home town since 1972. Back then it was simply a big country town. Virtually no traffic and the crime rate was almost non existent. Housing was cheap; having emigrated from the UK meant our money doubled overnight. (A pound was worth twice as much as a dollar) We purchased our first home here in Perth for $17,000 and today one can’t purchase a similar home for under a million. Perth is a busy city now, spreading North to South, mainly sticking close to the coast. We live East of the city in the hill suburbs where we are surrounded by bush and trees. We live only about thirty kilometres from the CBD. but rarely go there. At Christmas last year for my husband’s eightieth birthday we stayed in a hotel in the city and like a couple of country mice rediscovered our home city. It really is beautiful, the Swan river runs through the city and it’s used each day by commuters going to other side to work by ferry. Skiing is popular as well as rowing, yachting, fishing etc. The climate is what’s called Mediterranean but is definitely warming. The winter months are very mild and that’s when we get our rainfall, but never enough of it. Perth is known as the most isolated city in the world and we wouldn’t have it any other way. We are very lucky to call it home. |
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