30 May 2009
Sitting at a café, the little old man says, "Remember the first time I met you over 50 years ago? We left this cafe, went round the corner behind the gas works, and I gave you one ''
"Why, yes, I remember it well, dear," replies the little old lady with a grin.
"Well, for old time's sake, let's go there again. and I'll give you one
The two pensioners pay their bill and leave the cafe. A young man sitting next to them has overheard the conversation and smiles to himself, thinking it would be quite amusing to see two old pensioners at it. He gets up and follows them. Sure enough, he sees the two pensioners near the gas works. The little old lady pulls off her knickers and lifts up her dress.
The old man pulls down his pants and grabs the lady's hips, and the little old lady reaches for the fence. Well, what follows is 40 minutes of the most athletic sex the man has ever seen. The little old man is banging away at the little old woman at a pace that can only be described as phenomenal. Limbs are flying everywhere, the movement is a blur, and they do not stop for a single second. Finally, they collapse and don't move for an hour.
Well, the man is stunned. Never in his life has he ever seen anything that equates to this -- not in the movies, not from his friends, not from his own experiences.
Reflecting on what he has just seen, he says to himself, "I have to know his secret. If only I could peform like that now, let alone in 50 years' time!"
The two old pensioners have by this time recovered and dressed themselves. Plucking up courage, the man approaches the pensioner.
He says, "Sir, in all my life I have never seen anybody go at it like that, particularly at your age. What's your secret? Could you do it like that 50 years ago?"
The pensioner replies, "Son, 50 years ago, that fence wasn't electrified."
29 May 2009
BUT its not going to be my weekend for doing that, no sirree I am going to be busy getting stuff ready for collection on Monday when Emmaus come for their furniture. This week I have been busy going through the shelves in the 'study' and getting rid of old OU materials, some of which I promised I would do when I had a moment and never will now so they have gone for recycling. The shelves will be coming down so I can reuse them later on.
I hope to start some decorating after a little break when Max and I are going for a few days out to enjoy the sunshine and good weather - note please that when I plan something like this usually the weather gods interpret this as a mechanism for thunderstorms, downpours and any other type of unpleasant weather so I don't expect too much from this break.
It does mean that posts are going to be bit sparse, as it will depend on internet access.. oh how I wished I had gone mobile broadband, but a bit too late now.. never mind.. the saturday satire posts will be there to amuse and I am sure I will manage something to come on line automatically to share with you some of the pearls of wisdom that have escaped the decluttering process so far.
Hope you all have a great weekend, don't get too sunburnt
28 May 2009
I am thankful for :
- The taxes I pay, because it means I am employed - watch this space soon :-)
- The mess to clean up after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends
- The clothes that fit a little too snug, because it means I have enough to eat
- My shadow that watches me work, because it means I am out in the sunshine
- For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home.
- All the complaining I hear about the Government, because it means we have freedom of speech
- The parking spot I find at the far end of the car park, because it means I am capable of walking and have been blessed with transportation
- My heating bill, because it means I am warm
- The pile of laundry and ironing, because it means I have clothes to wear
- The weary and aching muscles at the end of the day, because it means I have been working hard
- The alarm that goes off in the morning hours, because it means I am alive
- Too much email, because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.
- The friends who live so far away, because they mean a lot to me and show me their support even after I let them down.
27 May 2009
I want to sit on the sofa watching the goggle box, but I won't enjoy it. I am enjoying in a strange way, the sifting through of objects in the cupboards, remembering the day that the object/photo/book was purchased and deciding what I can keep and what has to go..
Yet the piles seem as big as ever, despite the 'stuff' that has already gone to freecycle, to the bookswap, to friends and aquaintances, I know by the end of this weekend that I will have made a considerable hole in the process, and then on Monday afternoon I should see a whole vanload of 'things' (furniture and bric-a-brac) leave for Emmaus which will give me back my carport (hopefully). Then I can start to take down the shelves, take out the hooks for hanging pictures and start to decide which are going to move with me and which are still to be disposed of.
We had a habit of collecting pictures and therefore frames but there is a limit as to how many I can keep and where therefore they should go. Some of the stuff will be kept for Zeltus, probably most of the photo's with the exception of one or two and hopefully in the future we might be able to scan them in and then put them in a digital photoframe instead of dustily on a wall.
Then the fun of packing starts, the breakable objects are going to be stored by a family friend, so that when the move finally takes place they are already safely packed and stored away from the removal process.
As much as possible, I want to have the house packed with as few posessions on show as possible, giving the future purchasers the ability to move in as soon as they can.. anything to speed the process up with one exception.. I have to get the right price for the house otherwise the property market in Cornwall is going to be very limited for my budget.
26 May 2009
I hope to be out of here by end of July (August as the latest) and then a new life awaits in Cornwall. Frankly I would have been happier not to have come back after a good weekend down South-West, but I have commitments that need to be met and can only be done if I came back and finished what I had started.
We went over to Portreath on Sunday, after visiting Pool market and sat by the Pepperpot up on the cliff top and talked logistics and lots of other stuff while we were enjoying the hot and bright sunshine along with a sandwich and a bottle of tango.
I have to visit the mortgage people while I am up here, to talk about the sale of the house and how to buy down there but hopefully have come up with a plan of renting the one that is to be bought (subject to the price of this one to be sold and the asking price of the other).. failing that then asking to rent while I negotiate on another one. Though I did like the one I saw on Friday last week, and it isn't too big nor too small and therefore quite manageable.
Andrea of Ezy-Move in Redruth was extremely nice and gave me a few other property details, and I got the distinct impression that she would make the move much easier for me with regards local properties.
The job agencies I spoke to in Truro were very positive about my work opportunities, though I need to be down there to be in with a chance, so it does very much look as though I will be leaving without a permanent job to go to which is quite scary, but not as scary as working for an employer that makes me unhappy for the rest of my working life. I would rather be poorer and closer to the breadline than richer in money and poorer in quality of life.
So all I have to do now is work hard, and make the dream a reality... watch this space..
23 May 2009
The next morning, they went to the beach, dressed in their "tourist" garb and were sitting on beach chairs, enjoying a drink, the sunshine and scenery when a gorgeous blonde in a tiny bikini came walking straight toward them.
They couldn't help but stare, but when she passed them she winked and smiled and said, "Good Morning Father," " Good Morning Father," nodding and addressing each of them individually, then passed them by.
They were both stunned. How in the world did she know they were priests?
The next day they went back to the store, bought even more outrageous outfits (so loud, you hear them before you saw them) and some mirror lens sunglasses.
Again they settled on the beach to enjoy the sunshine. After a while, the same gorgeous blonde came walking toward s them again in an even smaller bikini ( they were really glad they had sunglasses on, as their eyes nearly popped out of their heads).
Again , she approached them and greeted them individually. "Good Morning Father," "Good Morning Father." As she started to walk away one of the priests couldn't stand it any longer and said,"Just a minute young lady. Yes, we are priests, and proud of it, but I have to know, how in the world did you know?"
"Oh Father, don't you recognise me? I'm Sister Angelica."
22 May 2009
At least it will be a positive step in the right direction of where I want to be and why I want to be there.
Today I realised that even if I sell the house and move down without a job, if I have done some of the ground work earlier and make the contact with the agencies now I stand a better chance of picking up some temp work when I arrive rather than having to do that after getting to Cornwall. Also staying in with the agencies is a good thing when you may be dependent on them to find you work, though I haven't given up yet on the idea of getting a job beforehand.
Count of jobs applied for : 10,
Responses : 1 (for more information)
I also came to the conclusion that renting a house for 6 months, to give me opportunity to find a full-time job, was a damn good idea on my part, as dependent on work availability will also be a good indicator as to where to put down roots; though I have a hankering to live somewhere near Helston.
I just know that I want to be somewhere that has some facilities, ideally a library, swimming pool, supermarket, a good social scene (if you can count weighwatchers as a scene lol) and a good bus service as when I get older I may not always be able to use the car - not only that but hell, I paid my taxes for a reason!
I just need to ensure that the pot of gold from the house doesn't get eaten into as it will be needed to buy a house in the future even if it is something that isn't quite right, it should be therefore cheaper and the any spare money will be needed to make it what is required. So other than covering the rent/utilities and taxes, I plan on earning enough to cover as much as I can. You never know I might even start trading more on e-bay for extra pennies.
Does that sound like a plan?
This is Scary as hell, from my point of view, but I cannot contemplate staying here for the rest of my days when I have an opportunity to do something and in 10 years time I will be drawing a pension, and in receipt of a bus pass should I be lucky enough to survive that long and unless the stress of this puts me in a home for the bewildered early.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained as the title says.
Shortened version of plan
21 May 2009
So Jennifer if you are out there, here's to you.
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
20 May 2009
I never met Elaine in person, but in my year of blogging she was one of the first to give me a comment after I put in important things to do and number 9 was To read the books I have before I buy any more new ones. A fellow bookaholic she said she also had difficulties attaining that one.
When I started the blog, I hadn't anticipated getting comments from people, and yet I have come to treasure them all but most of all Elaine's and as a frequent visitor I looked forward to her comments, usually very positive and often humourous; she even enjoyed my jokes and undertook to do a meme because I asked nicely and she didn't want to offend.
I am going to miss her in my life, both for her comments and her own blog, and I wish I could be there to pay my respects to her family whom I know will miss her more but we will all share our memories of this wonderful lady in our own way.
In tribute I offer the poem (author Anonymous), possibly based on Mary Frye's Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep or on a Native American Prayer. This version, I think, is beautiful and I hope Elaine would have approved of the words and thoughts that accompany this post.
I give you this one thought to keep -
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still - in each new dawn.
19 May 2009
Not only that, I have a feel-good-factor, as the Emmaus project (which has a local project nearby in Carlton, Beds) helps homeless people by providing employment as well as trading in furniture and bric-n-brac to provide much needed funds. This makes me feel better than having to hire a skip to throw it all away and in order to downsize I need to get rid of a lot of the clutter...
Still more to go as the contents of the cupboard still need to be gone through for things to keep and things to dispose of; lots of memories to go through and to let go of I think as I don't need tangible 'things' to keep the memories alive but I do need the space they occupy and I don't want to take them down to Cornwall only to gather dust.
18 May 2009
Seemingly impossible, as I have advertised it three times on freecycle, but each time they call me at the last moment and say they can't take it... Dang I feel cursed by it.
I have managed to 'offload' sorry give away
a bag of blankets
a bag of knitting wool
a bag of assorted videos - james bond and adventure ones
and another bookcase, only 5 1/2 ft high
While I love freecycling goods, I do feel somewhat disheartened at other people's responses to the bookcase.
Where else can I try? anyone have any bright ideas
16 May 2009
During a checkup, the doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want to start writing things down to help them remember.
Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair.
'Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?' he asks.
'Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?'
'Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?' she asks.
'No, I can remember it.'
'Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down so's not to forget it?'
He says, 'I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries.'
'I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, write it down?' she asks.
Irritated, he says, 'I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!'
Then he toddles into the kitchen.
After about 20 minutes, the old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.
She stares at the plate for a moment.
'Where's my toast ?'
14 May 2009
I will miss her funny stories, her recipes and hearing about Enid who is TBSITW not to mention Oldest son and the grandchildren.
Elaine is one of those people who is interesting on so many levels, and I think will be missed dreadfully by her family and her friends and that includes me.
God Bless you Elaine, may all your health issues be washed away now you have gone home to the Lord.
13 May 2009
A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready. As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.
I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.' 'That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he replied.
Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged .... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it.
'It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my life.
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories!
Thank you for your part in filling my Memory Bank. I am still depositing.
'Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Love with all your Heart and Mind.
2. Free your heart from hatred.
3. Free your mind from worries.
4. Live simply.
5. Give more.
6. Expect less
Have a nice day, and enjoy filling your Memory Bank
12 May 2009
So videos, audiocassettes (yes I still had some of these), blank tapes, furniture, printer, school desk, sideboard etc.. have all been listed and I am not done yet.
The bookcases have been pruned drastically, my aim is to go down from 3.5 large bookcases + the study to 1 large bookcase and a smaller one.
I have plans to take cuttings of some of the plants and transplant others to containers to take with me, I have to keep it limited so the Bay tree, myrtle and fuschia will be transplanted along with the lilac and hopefully the californian dwarf lilac. while cuttings will be taken of the clematis.. anyone know how to do that - any advice gratefully received.
I have to fill in the hole in the garden though, I am tempted to replant the container back in, and refill it with water to not have to do the work.
I have masses of painting and decorating to do, and being scared of heights gives me the heeby jeebies about doing some of it but I am hoping that some friends will give me a hand.
I don't feel bad about selling the house, I had always maintained that I didn't want roots here as it was where my parents chose to live; it was never mine. I found my roots were in Cornwall, and that is where I need to be, yes I will be sad to leave as it will not be possible to come back if everything goes pear-shaped but then again it will be my third attempt at leaving (prior I left to go to London and then Bedford) so perhaps third time lucky.
The list is endless, but I feel it has a purpose and I want not to be here but down in Cornwall sooner rather than later so it has to be done.
11 May 2009
I have made a decision to uproot myself and go down to Cornwall to live, this is for many reasons, not the least of which is my health. Bedfordshire is a crap place to live with asthma as so much rapeseed is grown around the area which has affected it badly this year.
The second reason is that work is not so interesting any more, the changes at the University have not all been good and I have lost interest in staying here just to get a larger pension - there is more to life than just money.
The third reason, and one I have kept quiet about for a number of reasons is that SOH and I are in touch and he is going to help me out over the move down to Cornwall. Being an HGV driver, he has offered to do the moving side of things and at the end of this month I am going down to visit to discuss with him the logistics of how to do it all. Then in June, I am down for a week and will hopefully spend some of that time looking for somewhere to live.
Of course this is all subject to getting a job down there, easier said than done but I am working on it by updating my cv and checking on jobs that are currently looking for employees. In an ideal world I would be looking for jobs in the Education or Local Government sector to transfer the pension to if I can't do it any other way and I am busy exploring all avenues.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
09 May 2009
One summer, he invited a Czechoslovakian friend to stay with him. The friend, eager to get a freebee from a lawyer, agreed.
They had a splendid time in the country - rising early and living in the great outdoors.
Early one morning, the lawyer and his Czechoslovakian friend went out to pick berries for their morning breakfast. As they went around the berry patch, gathering blueberries and raspberries in huge quantities, along came two huge Bears - a male and a female.
Well, the lawyer, seeing the two bears, immediately dashed for cover. His friend, though, wasn't so lucky, and the male bear reached him and swallowed him whole.
The lawyer ran back to his Mercedes, tore into town as fast has he could, and got the local sheriff. The sheriff grabbed his shotgun and dashed back to the berry patch with the lawyer.
Sure enough, the two bears were still there.
"He's in that one", cried the lawyer, while pointing to the male. Visions of lawsuits from his friend's family danced in his head. He just had to save his friend.
The sheriff looked at the bears, and without batting an eye, leveled his gun, took careful aim, and shot the female.
"What did you do that for!" exclaimed the lawyer, "I said he was in the other bear!"
"Exactly," replied the sheriff, "and would you believe a lawyer who told you that the Czech was in the male?"
08 May 2009
They are forecasting a hot summer, well after last year anything would be better than that.. another wet Summer combined with the current economy, the general doom and gloom of the news would give most people the heebie jeebies.
So on a more positive note, I am hoping that the bank holiday at the end of the month is warm and dry for the Rutland Rally, held by our BMW Midland Section where I will again be camping (though friends have promised to take along an extra blanket in their caravan for me lol) this time, unlike the last camp, I will take my fleece liner for the sleeping bag and hope I stay a little warmer overnight.
Then, in June we have a holiday booked in Cornwall, aiming to go by bike to see Geevor mine, visit Carn Brae and catch up with family and friends. It will be a long journey down, but the accomodation is a B&B so at least will have somewhere to rest when we arrive.
Am really looking forward to staying in Portreath, it is somewhere I have always felt at home in and if I could afford it I would buy a house there; sadly unless the numbers turn up on the lottery that will never happen this side of eternity. This picture is of Gull rock and it is possible (apparently) to swim out and around it.. may not do it on this trip but planning on having a dip in the sea at least.
The sun was shining when we took this picture of Gull rock, though the wind was cold as it was at the end of March/beginning of April last year. Since then we had made a number of visits to Portreath, and each time it was like walking into familiar surroundings; can you fall in love with a place and not know why?
07 May 2009
This lovely Award has been given to Sage by Dickiebo
Cheers for that Dickiebo
Here are the rules for this meaningful award:
The aims of this award:
* As a dedication for those who love blogging activity and love to encourage friendships through blogging.
* To seek the reasons why we all love blogging!
* Put the award in one post as soon as you receive it
* Don’t forget to mention the person who gives you the award.
* Answer the award’s question by writing the reason why you love blogging.
* Tag and distribute the award to as many people as you like.
* Don’t forget to notify the award receivers and put their links in your post.
Why I love blogging;
I have always wanted to write, since as long as I can remember. Initially it was short stories, then I joined an on-line writing group but I craved more and neither seemed to satisfy me so I started to keep a journal but then I found that I couldn't draw and putting pictures in a book by cutting and sticking reminded me too much like hard work.
So my journal is my blog, some memories, some humour, some serious but always things to appeal to my sense of writing. I enjoy the friendships that I have made along the way of blogging and to those, I pass on this award and hope they will entertain us all by accepting and putting their reasons down for blogging.
06 May 2009
A couple of happy pills, and a few hours sleep, saw the worst of it over and done with. I am lucky in that I rarely get the sort of visual disturbances that some migraine suffers have to deal with though I did end up feeling very spaced out and as a consequence when I did go downstairs it was to sit on the couch and relax. I find that my concentration is shot for about 24-36 hours after an attack.
It's also never a good time to try and interact me in a conversation as my brain and tongue seem weirdly uncoordinated and even if I can remember the right word, my mouth and tongue seem unable to process the information and I stutter over the simplest of words.
So back at work, my PC was rebuilt last week, and yet nothing seems to work correctly ending up with me uninstalling Office versions 2003 and 2007 to correct a problem and then reinstalling just 2007... hopefully now things will run a bit more smoothly.
On a more interesting note, Gus is turning out to be more of a beaver than a rat, she spent the previous evening taking all the bark off of the apple tree branch I had put in her cage and is now busy gnawing it into a sharp point - I'm just glad there isn't a water supply in the cage.
04 May 2009
May the 4th be with you
And a typical bank holiday monday, dank and dreary, though we are luckier than most, as being in the back of beyond the rain that northern England and Scotland are having today makes the weather here look sub-tropical by comparison. Did I really hear the mention of snow in yesterday's forecast?
No matter, it is a holiday, and I am working hard.. trying to declutter nearly 40 years of rubbish sorry important pieces of life history such as walking stick badges, photographs, napkin rings etc is a challenging one and one I don't always relish but it needs to be done and failing that even if the sun were shining I would be out in the garden weeding away trying to make inroads into Winters lingering grip.
How are you guys spending your bank holiday, don't know if the US/Aussie readers have a similar holiday but if not commiserations.
02 May 2009
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally. 'What in bag?' asked the old woman.
Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, 'It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband.'
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said: 'Good trade.....'
Many thanks to Salsa for this one, I just had to put it on today