One of THOSE days
This is one of those discombobulated days I seem to have now and then. Darius Rucker – I Got Nothin’ (Official Video) – YouTube I thought it would be…Well I got nothin’
One of THOSE days
This is one of those discombobulated days I seem to have now and then. Darius Rucker – I Got Nothin’ (Official Video) – YouTube I thought it would be…Well I got nothin’
We would be pretty hard-pressed to find truth today, or at least to find it easily.
There seems to be a scarcity of truth these days, prevalent in every aspect of life. I guess one must ask, is that a true statement or has a mask …Purveyors of Truth and Why I Prefer Fiction Thank You Very Much
JB’s trains are decorated! Gotta say I love trains. And today’s post is the funniest thing I have read in a long long time.
Yesterday Chris wrote about trains and public transport, and trains and dreams. And those no longer with us but whom we will never forget. I must say…Trains and other things.
I love the neighborhood I moved into almost a year ago. It is a lovely subdivision with wide lawns and large mature trees, and has a peacefulness about it that makes going for a walk pleasant indeed.
I have been considering finding a church to attend for some time now, although I am not sure why, but the thought persists often enough that I first considered what church it should be. You see I have attended and joined many churches in my lifetime; christened in United after birth, baptized in water at age thirteen in the Baptist Church, converted to Roman Catholicism through RCIA at the age of fortyish, and joined the Salvation Army at my last unfortunate attempt at marriage. The Church remained, husband did not. I was happy and active in each of my churches, largely I believe, because I am comfortable in my faith, and I will not argue ideological differences that some cling to in attempts to say their church, their God is right and no one else is.
Anyway, I decided to look for a church that was within walking distance. Yes, I drive, but the thought of walking to church has a certain appeal. There is a lovely little United Church just down the hill a little over two kilometers away, so about one and a half miles each way. I watched for signs each time I passed it to see what time service started. Last week I noticed it was a ten o’clock service.
So this morning I awoke, put on my Sunday best and headed off twenty minutes before ten, enjoying the walk on a lovely not too warm sunny day. I came to the parking lot first and noticed only one vehicle, which I thought strange. A few more steps took me to the front doors where a sign read, ‘Closed July and August.’
Maintaining my Sunday Best Approach I decided to head back up the hill intending to stop at a Timmies, A Tim Hortons (Canada’s addiction) and treat myself to breakfast and a latte. The day I figured was not completely lost.
Now Tim’s has booths, all of which were full, and tables and hard on your butt chairs, and two delightful faux leather stuffed chairs by a delight faux fire. I take my breakfast, latte and napkins to the comfy stuffed chairs, pull out my tablet (free wifi), notebook and pen, prepared to continue research in my present endeavor. Ah. Perfect.
Balancing my tablet on my lap, holding my coffee, I reach for my pen. In the blink of an eye, or in the more modern phrase, in a nanosecond, my latte is spread down the entire left leg of my virginal white pants and in a wide arc around my reading chair.
You all hear about how nice Canadians are so while I kneel to start clean up a young couple come over and help with the mop up. Then a young worker shows up with mop and pail. I head off to the ladies room to try and wash some of the coffee from my pants as another worker calls out, ‘don’t worry I will have another free latte here for you when you come out.’ You see there is still a certain perfection to the day. Unfortunately the washroom has an automatic tap and only an air hand dryer.
So I throw handfuls of water on my once white now brown pants then use thin bits of bathroom tissue to mop up the floor. When I return back to the counter the young lady has my new latte ready.
I decide to sit at a proper table and chairs to work, but find the urgency to get my pants into a good soak a soon as possible is, well urgent. So I gather all up and walk the remaining one thousand steps home, still savoring the beautiful day and gardens and parks.
My clothes are now clean and wearable again and now I head off to see my Auntie, and while the Nursing Home insists I brighten her day, I have to say she brightens mine. So I guess all in all, this is still a pretty perfect Sunday.
When I was young I thought April Fool’s Day a nuisance and really had no patience for it at all. Then I had a period where I have heartedly engaged in some sportful way. Mostly now I like to laugh at the ingenuity of others. You know, people who put some actual planning into it. Its a day for pranks with a twist to the good natured side. Not spiteful or mean. Just funny.
I was surprised to discover the day actually has a long history to it going back as far as 1392 found in Chaucer‘s Canterbury Tales. Wikipedia naturally has a detailed listing of it ( who are these people and how do they get such information?) and it seems to be world wide. There are so many usual pranks but the funniest for me was that on April 1, 1698 several people were tricked into going to the Tower of London to ‘see the Lions washed.’
It seems people have been sticking notes to the backs of others’ clothing for centuries, so nothing original there. Wiki also tells us about jokes in other countries around the world. The Iranians call the day Sizdah Bedar and is stated as the ‘oldest prank-tradition in the world still alive today. Alas France and Spain seem to largely follow tradition by sticking paper to the victims’ backs, but the Flemish have children locking out their parents and teachers and only letting them in when they promise to bring treats that evening or the same day. Some of the countries celebrate the same idea but on different days of the year.
Perhaps it is just people saying, “Let’s have a little laugh and forget our troubles for a bit.” I do enjoy the planning and originality of some.
Do you remember what Word Press did on this day last year?
Are you a prankster?
What is the best April Fool’s you have ever taken part in or heard of?
Happy jokester day my friends!
Comes That Time of the Year
I have been enjoying reading all the blogs on WordPress, or at least as many as I can manage, particularly those of my BB’s (blogging buddies), as most are tallying up, evaluating, assessing and reviewing all they have achieved either in life during the last twelve months or in their pledge of commitment to WordPress Postadaychallenge or Postaweekchallenge. It is the reviewing and the assessing that helps us set our goals for the next year and gives us a sense of accomplishment for our efforts. It’s an opportunity to perhaps brag a bit or pat ourselves on the back and I am amazed at what I have learned from my comrades-in-type and impressed that I sort of hang around with the best of the best. Some of you have taken up the Postaday2011 Challenge Questions and I confess that I am joining the pack for no other reason than to celebrate the ‘us’ of it all.
Unlike many of you I did not reach my goal of 365, not because of writer’s block or lack of material but because the presence of mind simply wasn’t there. It may have been because of personal upheaval (Lord knows there was lots of that this year) or just too dang tired. Declaring there was not enough time simply didn’t cut it as proved by 5 Minute Fridays. Five minutes is never too much to ask, and as long as it is clear it is a twelfth of the hour attempt all is forgiven.
So to recognize WordPress.com for all their support and encouragement:
1) WHY DID YOU START THE POSTADAY/WEEK CHALLENGE? I was new to blogging and started with WordPress at the encouragement of MB my daughter-in-law who thought my tales would be of interest to others. I chose Postaday for structure and to gain experience.
2) DESCRIBE THE STATE OF YOUR BLOG AT THE TIME OF THE CHALLENGE. Raw is the only word that comes to mind. I think I started in December and posted once. It wasn’t much and many of my first blogs did not include tags or categories. It takes me awhile to find my way around techie things!
3) HOW DID YOUR BLOG EVOLVE OVER THE COURSE OF THE CHALLENGE? Well the easiest answer to that is that it grew from being tentative observations to embracing ideas, memories, and recognition of events including acknowledging others in the WP family. Themes began to emerge which I would like to strengthen this coming year.
4) DID YOU POST AS OFTEN AS YOU HAD HOPED? WHY OR WHY NOT? No I sure did not. Weekends away were skipped and in this last two weeks of the year my dedication slipped as I became preoccupied with other things.
5) WHAT TYPE OF BLOGGING STRATEGY WORKS BEST FOR YOU? Definitely looking at what is going on in the moment and framing it for presentation. I have found first thing in the morning is best as my mind is fresher then. Since my mornings have become more structured since August it would mean starting before my day begins and I have had some difficulty achieving this.
6) IF YOU COULD GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING WHAT WOULD YOU DO DIFFERENTLY? I guess there is nothing as what I have learned was a part of the growth for the year. Even the techie stuff.
7) WHAT ARE YOU MOST PROUD OF ACCOMPLISHING THIS YEAR? Hmm. Definitely the enriched relationships I have developed. People in word who become part of my heart, my family. Joss Burnel my Crowing Crone, Judith Baxter, who is growingyoungereachday my down under friend, Val Erde and Pat Cegan for inspiration and encouragement, Tricia at the domesticfringe, Elizabeth at Mirth and Motivation, Paul Johnson The Good Greatsby.
8) NAME 3 GREAT BLOGS YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THROUGH THE CHALLENGE. Wow keeping to 3 is very difficult but certainly Susan Castle at susanthecoach.wordpress.com whose experience and ability to succeed amazed and motivates me. My friend Mark at redriverpak.wordpress.com whose humor and journey gives me strength and who is my idol (hmm guess that is my American Idol hehehe), and Colleen at bikecolleen.wordpress.com who seems very brave in all things.
9) WHAT SURPRISED YOU ABOUT THE CHALLENGE? Definitely how quickly so many people/bloggers became important to me. Many who don’t even know I exist. I was also surprised at the wealth of knowledge out there. If I could read fast enough I would read everyone.
10) WHAT ADVICE WOULD YOU GIVE TO THOSE WHO WANT TO BLOG REGULARLY? Do it. Don’t think about an audience, just do it for you own self-expression. Be sure to tag your work and reply to every comment and acknowledgement. Also read and comment on other blogs. You know how much work you do to post so you know that to show appreciation or recognition of others is equally important.
11) WHAT ARE YOUR BLOGGING GOALS FOR 2012? Do it. Fine tune. Organize. Read Read Read.
A little wisdom from Erma Bombeck to whose list I would only add…blog blog blog and be sincere.
by Erma Bombeck
The following was written by the late Erma Bombeck
after she found out she had a fatal disease.
If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television – and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more “I love you’s”.. More “I’m sorrys” …
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute… look at it and really see it … live it…and never give it back.
When the Going Gets Tough ….I think I’ll
Wait. That’s right my friends. I find just waiting it out works most of the time. None of this ‘the tough get going’. I suppose when I was younger and had more energy the ‘get going’ part was easier. Inspiring and energizing even. But oh my, now just waiting it out seems smarter.
The saying is attributed by some to Joseph Kennedy, legendary father to President John F. Kennedy (1888-1969) and to Knute Rockne who was a football player and a pretty smart man (one of his most famous sayings was, ‘Win this one for the Gipper which was famously used throughout early era movies.)
Now the idea is that when difficult situations arise, people of strong character don’t just lie around and complain but get going to solve the problem, which is fine for all you energy sodden folk.
I used to take the need to get going rather seriously but with the wisdom that comes with years I have discovered most things either resolve themselves or at least present a clearer easier solution when considered. Sometimes old-fashioned ‘pondering’, which, is pretty low energy requirement, works much better. Leaves the mind open to possibilities.
Getting going is such an aggressive approach, even more than the mighty oak which is less aggressive but more resistant, and I prefer to act more like the willow tree gently bending in the winds of life.
See there I go again making it sound like I know what I’m doing; that in the spice rack of life I am sage (get it? Get it? Sage/wisdom/smart)
Sometimes it is a wait and ponder situation, and sometimes when events are moving quickly and you fear you have lost control, just picture yourself in a tiny round silver saucer sleigh, hanging on firmly to the handles flying down the slippery slope of life, eyes closed, waiting to stop and having faith that you will survive the journey. No point in worrying after all there is more than one way to win a battle, be the victor, skin a cat,…well you get the idea.
I Marked A Wonderful Day Pakulaked With Fun
With Grumpy Old Men
That really was the start of a new awareness about life and the uh elderly..no..I mean life in the more senior population. Notice I say life in not life about.
I’m talking about the movie, not real life grumpy old men. Or real life grumpy old women for that
matter. Age, or aged, depending on how
you look at it is popular right now, probably because all we baby boomers decided not to accept ‘old’ as meaning ‘old’.
When I was twenty I thought thirty was ancient and how ridiculous that seems now. At twenty I could not imagine feeling or looking any different – ever. A woman I know at
the age of seventy-six went zip lining a couple of weeks ago and loved it. Now I tend to think eighty-five is old but may have a different point of view when I get there. I tend not to glimpse in the mirror as often anymore as the reflection belies how I actually feel.
I do seem more conscious of age now and have been looking at what makes age ‘old’ because in spite of people thinking I am much younger the facts are the facts: I am a
It seems to come down to energy and joy in living. I have met some in their thirties who are much older than I, who seem beaten down, exhausted, too weary, and as though gravity itself is a weight that relentlessly prevents living. Energy does not even
have to be physical activity but can be mental.
The fountain of youth as sought by Ponce de Leon was thought to be a fountain and the myth of magic waters actually extended back a thousand or more years.
Men and women alike seek eternal youth through plastics and injections which to me really has the opposite effect. Nothing
like spotting implants and unmovable facial skin makes me shake my head and wonder where the common sense is and what trigger in their brain convinces them, as they stare into a mirror that they are younger or better looking.
Longevity is of interest to me (current life span in America is 78 and in Japan is 83)
but it is not the number of years of living but the quality of life in those years. Tibet’s longevity is interesting for there the goal is for a long and healthy life. One is no good without the other.
There are a few things that are consistent in everything I have read
about youthful living.
My idea of 5 Factors for Ageless Aging
1) ENERGY of course that makes each day
an adventure whether physical or mental – actually looking forward to each day
or minute. Moving with intention. Showing interest in just about anything. That
2) A SENSE OF PEACE or acceptance – the
feeling that you are not at odds with the world on a daily basis. It is not that you accept injustice but within you your mind and soul are at peace with yourself. I don’t think this applies only to religious folk but each of us can find a viable truth within ourselves that makes some sense of existence. Que Sera Sera. No point in getting your girdle in a knot, as they say about things you cannot change.
3) SENSE OF HUMOR – this seems to be core to even wanting to live a long worthy life because if you cannot laugh at the irony of life or at yourself for that matter then why would anyone even want to exist for however long?
4) GRATITUDE – so essential, not because you have to, not because God demands it, but because it increasesappreciation of everything large and small around us.
5) JOY – What was the last thing you were really joyful about? Try looking at
just about anything right now, the first object to your right and finding some
joy in it. Just for the heck of it. Just because.
What is your true age and how do you define it?
‘The eyes are the windows to the soul’ is an oft used phrase and is pretty accurate as
they reflect pain, sorrow, happiness, deceit, smugness, life, love..the list
could go on and on…but they also show age, for the youth, regardless of years
have a sparkle called life and when that sparkle ceases to show then regardless
of years, there is only ‘old’.
BTW sparkles can come back. There is little
else more rewarding that bringing joy to another and seeing life.
Almost every weekend I journey from Hamilton, where you may remember I am Queen and Granny Nanny privileged to be a daily part of G1 and G2’s life in a wonderful world of excitement, imagination and adventure filled with giggles, laughter and an occasional time out. It is the most loving environment where I sometimes learn more than I teach….hmm truth be told more than sometimes.
I used to wonder if I had the energy and found I do and when tiredness sets in at the end of the day it us well earned and treasured. My return to Kitchener for one or two nights is the chance to catch up with my best friends, otherwise known as Sister Act and SIL and other family and friends.
Friday night is typically dinner at our neighborhood fav eating spot Crabby Joe’s, where everyone knows your name or at least our names. The gathering may be small or large depending on commitments and the next morning it is breakfast with more of the same congenial merry makers.
Kitchener and Waterloo are hot spots with lots of exciting things going on, great clubs, entertainment even dancing for those so inclined…at least that’s what I have heard. My days are usually spent puttering along and it occurred to me this evening as I looked around at Sister Act deep into a book, and me. curled up with my book that this is a pretty nice life.
Then I started to giggle, infectiously enough for my sis to start laughing although she had no idea what the joke was. Finally she stopped and looked to me for an explanation. “Well I said between chuckles, do you realize how tame our life is? We joke, eat, drink and go to bed by nine most nights I visit?”
Yeah that’s what we enjoy. Mind you we get all excited when an actual evening occurs. When her staff Christmas Party comes up or some other evening event we are thrilled because, and are you ready for it? We then comment on the fact that, “Tonight we actually get to stay up late, like big people!
My sister has noted that my shower singing songs that ring out each morning haves changed. Without my realizing it my repertoire now imcludes the oldies but goodies; ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXY and Z, I’m picking up my baby bumblebee….and….I’m a little teapot….hmmmmmmmm.
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