Thursday, 14 July 2016

Blogging Break

When I first started blogging  six years I set out to foster a daily habit and simultaneously conquer fears around subjecting my work to public scrutiny.  I've achieved both and so much more.   I even feel comfortable calling myself as a writer although I don't earn a penny from the activity.  After all it's not only our earning potential that defines us.   Connecting with others has turned out to be reward enough. Maybe financial gain would be detrimental.  After all the absence of the need to generate pennies brings greater freedom.

Writing has taken on immense importance in my life and feels almost as mandatory now as brushing my teeth or hauling my kid's ass out of bed for school.  I have a voice where previously I doubted that I was allowed one.  I  post about the good times, share wonderful encounters and my potty thoughts. It's sustained me through life threatening illness, breakdown, break ups, bereavement and personal hardship.  

So it is with a heavy heart that I admit that I don't feel able to blog at the moment.   I have said before that I don't paint the whole picture in Blogland.  What is happening in my outside world is more overwhelming than anything I've ever experienced.  Normal life is on hold.  I'll resume it when I feel able.    Your kind support is always much appreciated.  I'll be back but I don't know if my return will be days, weeks or months away.   In the meantime I send peace and blessings.  Take good care of yourselves and those you love. 

Sweet Enough?

I visited a residential home the other day and someone had bought their mum with dementia a similar mug to this one.    I thought it was a pretty nifty idea.  Of course it would be no real substitute for talking to a person and asking for their preference if they're still able to communicate this.  But I can see that it would have uses in some situations, for example, where a person's speech or understanding is severely affected.

There's another thing to be mindful of here.   A person's sense of taste can change if they have dementia . Often they might prefer sweeter or stronger flavours than before.   So it might be that  their favourite hot drink could differ with time.

It occurred to me as well that not everyone likes a builder-type mug. If that's the case maybe a trip to a ceramics studio might be in order.  How about letting creativity take hold and say, producing a dainty little cup and saucer set on a similiar theme?

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

Essex Gospel

Here's Billy Bragg, a person with a strong Essex identity that firmly kicks  those TOWIE stereotypes into touch.  We are not all glow in the dark orange and designer gear obsessed.  I haven't been in a tanning salon in my life!    A rallying cry was needed yesterday so I was listening to this Youtube track in the car.  I particularly love the introductory spiel where Billy describes how this song came about.  The verse below spoke  to me the most.  It reminded me  that of the power that that can be  claimed  through acting with love in these hard, greed driven times.

Now the way the world is run
Too many people looking after number one
Don't seem to notice
The damage that they do.
No, it's not widely understood
There is, there is a greater good.
Do unto others as you would have them do to you,
Do unto others as you would have them do to you.

Tuesday, 12 July 2016

A Prezzie

It's that time of year when school artwork wends its way home.  I've been hearing about the aboriginal themed cushion that Louis' been making me in his art class  for yonks. We've had updates at mealtimes and at parents evening. The teacher alluded to a rather excellent anteater within the design. I seemed to have provided half the boys with backing material for their designs.  It's been a real tenterhooks time I can tell you!

 Finally I got to see it in the flesh yesterday. I'm as pleased as punch.  It's one of the nicest presents I've ever had!

Monday, 11 July 2016

Estuarine Immigrants

I took the train this weekend.  My West Country route  to and from Bristol encompasses what must be one of the most scenic railway journeys in the world, the bit of the line between Exeter and Newton Abbot. Okay, it has a tendency to being washed away. Some of it is precariously close to the sea and it's not uncommon in rough weather for the trip to be livened up by a wave rolling across the carriages.   I for one would be terribly upset if it were ever re-routed  inland.

Along the tidal estuaries of the Exe and the Teign birdlife is abundant.  I especially love the little egrets.  They're a common site but only established themselves in this country from continental Europe at the end of the 1980s.  I've just noticed from this Pixabay shot that they have yellow feet, just like a lot of those boring footballers in the UEFA cup final last night!

Sunday, 10 July 2016


Did I insinuate yesterday that I was going to dance until the wee small hours of this morning? Well that was the plan.  It turned out that not only was the flesh weak but the spirit became totally unwilling and failed to cooperate.  After a brilliant day where I met up with a friend after a quarter of a century and cooed over the glittery-ness of men in  drag I went into meltdown.

We'd come back to have supper at Red Mel's flat before heading out to see the final acts at Bristol Pride and exhaustion hit.  There was nothing for it but to excuse myself. The others understood. . I snoozed then showered and donned jammys .  While mainlining tea I read a good book.  It was an excellent call.  Staying well during stressful times means listening to myself.  Rest was what I needed not revelry.

Saturday, 9 July 2016

I Can Sing A Rainbow

My own sexual proclivity leans towards blokes who would scrub up nicely as lumberjacks and protect me in the wild woods.   Think GĂ©rard Butler in a check shirt wielding a chain saw.  Yowzer!   In spite of this I'm excited to have rocked up in Bristol for Pride, an event synonymous with the LGBT community.  After all I count quite a few of these guys as very dear friends. So the plan for today involves camping it up and dancing my little socks off, in the VIP area no less.  Watch out the gay community of my favourite UK city.  I'm going to be giving you a run for your money!

Friday, 8 July 2016

Lil' Heffalumps

The ability of others to work in miniature never ceases to amaze me. The scale is just not accessible for me from a temperament or dexterity point of view.  Big, bold and a bit rough around the edges are characteristics of my own creations. It has to be so.

The rather gorgeous Colossal website recently showcased this amazingly detailed piece of work, carved from a carpenter's pencil by Cindy Chinn.  Teeny tiny graphite elephants parade across an African landscape.  Probably someone's going to contradict that and say that the piece is inspired by an Indian tableau.  But hey, I'm posting ahead and at this time of night I really can't be arsed!