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The call to duty

In the old days ( read ‘in my time’ here) the Call to Duty referenced that advertising that convinced so many young men (my father at 17) to enlist in a war. World War 2 to be exact and the premise was (as my father told his mother) if we don’t stop them there they will come here. The ‘there’ of course was the European Theatre.

Today, and I mean ‘today’ the Call of Duty is to fight a virus. I’m sure you have heard of it. Nay sayers and conspiracy theorists may try to deny it but the truth is, the next few months will hit home even them for I believe this 3rd wave is not the last. There will be another. And by the time this is over everyone will be touched personally.

My country, my province is in distress. How is that for a tidy comment? Yes, I know people who have died from this, and this alone. I have been personally touched.

Our hospitals are in a critical state and now are sending out a Call to Duty to folk who have never worked in an ICU, some nurses, some others with more valuable expertise.

First, as a retired Registered Nurse who once worked in ICU and in fact managed ICU, no matter what the government tries to tell you, these skills are not transferrable without a lot of training. A call has gone out for physicians – family physicians to come and work in our ICUs as nurses. Plans abound to bring Student Nurses in to work on hospital floors so that Registered Nurses can go work in ICU.

Let me be clear. Being a registered nurse or a doctor does not mean one is able to work in specialty units without training.

Our people being pulled into these COVID19 ICUs are at risk themselves.

It seems everyone is wandering in the dark here. And they can all use prayers because for the life of me I have no idea what else we can give them.

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France & Vincent

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I wrote this entire article before I finally abandoned the attempt to sleep, though of course, I lost most of it on the way downstairs. A pity, it was a brilliant piece as I was dictating it in my mind. Isn’t that always how it is, though? That, like the doorstep wisdom that allows us to find a perfect retort in only retrospect, is the sort of wry irony the mind seems to delight in occasionally.

It is three in the morning and I cannot sleep. I’ve tried for the past couple of hours but have tossed and turned, too warm in spite of the frozen night, my body reminding me of the painkillers I should have taken and my mind hovering around the edges of that odd lucidity that lies somewhere between consciousness and sleep.

By the time the kettle had boiled about all I had left of…

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A Special Blogger – Sue Vincent

I have been a follower and admirer of Sue Vincent for years. She has both brightened and enlightened my life. Please, read, share and contribute if possible. An amazing woman. An enigma. A delight.

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Sue Vincent is one of those special bloggers and writers that inspire people all over the world. Readers have long been captivated by her posts about mythology, ancient ruins and medieval churches, and her daily #midnighthaiku. Many have participated in and grown as a result of her #writephoto prompts. She is a person of considerable talents, and in addition to posting her prompts, Sue has tirelessly supported bloggers by hosting guest bloggers and sharing blog posts. She has 19,000 and counting followers.

I’ve not met Sue in person but feel I know her through her wonderful blog posts and consider her a friend. She has taken me the width and breadth of Great Britain, to places I would have never got to myself, providing amazing historic details and wonderful photographs. To appreciate just how talented and wise Sue is, pop over to her blog. I particularly love her outlook…

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Vintage Red

True inspiration!

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Way back in 2011 as a very new blogger, and before this site was created I posted on my other site –

“I have just finished reading the novel Vintage Red by Michael Judge.

The introductory blurb says:  “Racy, blackly comic; laced with wit, both dry and expansive; a wicked ear for dialogue; cuts through to the bone, exposing venality of church and state – just a sample of the praise that greeted the arrival of this impressive first novel.” and “An original new voice and a breathtaking achievement”.

The story tells the story of a property magnate who finds after his wife’s death that she lead a disturbing life that he knew nothing about.  Throughout the book, we read about this other life and also about the husband’s domestic failings, his public amorality and his personal hypocrisy.

We learn how the wife meets a shy school teacher one afternoon…

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Down Memory Lane Workbook Now Ready

I have had experience with Judith’s Memory Lane course and it is easy and fun. It is meant for the next generations so you don’t have to sound like an author, you just have to sound like you, sharing your memories with loved ones.

I choose how I will spend the rest of my life

Hey, hey.it’s Saturday again.  Time for Six Word Saturday

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I am sorry to say that the site no longer exists, but some of us are continuing with Six Word Saturday. Please join us for a bit of. fun.

My six words are in the title if this post. To live in lives we leave behind, is not to die.”
Judith Baxter 1938 –

In 2009 I devised and have since run a course on Memory Witing,  This is not to write your life story, but to record your memories to pass on to future generations. But now, after so many years, the time came for the workbook to be updated.  And now it has been,

The course is ideally, run as a group, but sometimes I have had people who either didn’t have the time or the desire to work in a group, and so they have successfully worked…

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Thursday reflections

It becomes real personal real fast when you know those caught up in it.

Waking up on the Wrong Side of 50

They’ve began daily marches down my street….

In protest.

The rallying cry…

“NYPD suck my dick”

Which is a really good chant as they’ve synchronized their cadence….

And they’ve kept the trash in the cans as they’ve set it on fire…

Any uncontainered trash has just been thrown in the street…

Fingers crossed…no broken windows or looting

yet

On my street anyway…

This is just my reflection on the matter.

This is what I see, and hear, out my bedroom window.

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Goodbye America

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Graham, McConnell et al, have subverted Democracy in Allegiance to One Who Has Killed America and in doing so have failed to govern, spending time digging up bones instead of taking care of its citizens. This is not the time for silence. Every voice must be heard. We are witnessing Civil War and the end of a civilization. Congress has equal power to the president. A stop gap, a guard to insanity but have chosen to throw their lot in with The Destroyer. A country is dying before our eyes. And the danger is The Poison spawned by Donald J. Trump Destroyer will spread. Has already spread. There is no United in The United States of America anymore. Goodbye America.

Easter in Lockdown

I choose how I will spend the rest of my life

“It is a serious thing just to be alive
on this fresh morning, in this broken world.”
Mary Oliver

Along with the rest of the world, our plans for Easter this year have had to be abandoned.  This was to be a special Easter. My baby girl was having a special birthday on the 11th April, the Saturday of Easter. She was born four days before Good Friday and often since then, Easter has been around her birthday.

But now 60 years later (can I possibly be that old?) I had booked a cottage in one of the wine-growing regions for us.

My daughter, her two sons and girlfriends (if they wished) would all sally forth on Good Friday, spend three nights there and then head back home. We would spend our days wandering the vineyards and sampling the wines. We have a built-in driver as my daughter doesn’t drink…

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