tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57191675829816480922024-03-05T01:50:44.495-08:00LibbySaidOKlibbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-56498857182556880572023-11-08T06:26:00.001-08:002023-11-08T06:26:50.596-08:00Even though........<p> I have continued to read all my favourite blogs (you know who you are) I have not</p><p>really been in a commenting frame of mind most of the time.....................................</p><p>Which I now feel is a little .......'one-sided'? 'selfish'? 'lazy'? All of those? Anyhoo, I'm trying to </p><p>re-engage with things that make me feel better in life, and I realise that I have missed blogging</p><p>so am going to try to 'do better'.............</p><p><br /></p><p>I have just made soup......and candles....and done some laundry..........and now some ironing to</p><p>do.</p><p>So far this is not 'doing better' is it? Oh well.....baby steps and all that........</p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-68188969788461316962023-11-06T01:06:00.003-08:002023-11-06T01:06:54.597-08:00And.....just....like....that.......she is back........<p> Hello again.....</p><p>Going to enjoy my day and blog something later.......</p><p>Want to be back......</p><p><br /></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-44159678151629823392022-09-20T11:59:00.000-07:002022-09-20T11:59:00.625-07:00I have NO idea......<p> EDF have sent me an email to remind me that my tariff is going to renew at the end of this month.</p><p>They remind me that if I say nothing they will keep me on the current one.</p><p>I am on the tariff I took on when I moved into this house 2 years ago.</p><p>I have tried to look at the info on the my account/tariffs section online ...several times....but....I think </p><p>they must have written it all in Serbo Croat as I don't understand any of it </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Trying, at nearly 68, to be a grown up......and not having any idea.......which is yet another reason to add to the pile of why living alone is just rubbish.</p><p><br /></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-1355739869762284382022-09-09T00:35:00.000-07:002022-09-09T00:35:09.068-07:00Rest in Peace.<p> Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II has died.</p><p>It feels like all bets are off now for the world.</p><p>I am not a monarchist....but she was always there and seemed to offer some sort of comfort.</p><p>A sad time.</p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-7372532142543678052022-09-06T08:57:00.002-07:002022-09-06T08:57:48.137-07:00Having a lovely time......<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnV_Wu3ZX76EJSGg1DurB-4Wbw11FNi9NlQwWoftKurWESIWRGcdJiw_jDVILK1bmrdeigA-QQckMrHLHiyg5wmxVJgwxRCFCOMPbw-dMUbpnA8xYpJ_5dT03t5loj4eJld7bsAi94yCRKIE3RK_2T7ECvwu6Va0cSe0i4mdhsAxRtBpHQmrR4GjaCA/s4032/IMG_2157%20(1).HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnV_Wu3ZX76EJSGg1DurB-4Wbw11FNi9NlQwWoftKurWESIWRGcdJiw_jDVILK1bmrdeigA-QQckMrHLHiyg5wmxVJgwxRCFCOMPbw-dMUbpnA8xYpJ_5dT03t5loj4eJld7bsAi94yCRKIE3RK_2T7ECvwu6Va0cSe0i4mdhsAxRtBpHQmrR4GjaCA/s320/IMG_2157%20(1).HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Another little break by the sea...I'm counting my blessings.</p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-64293418718066441672022-08-25T02:55:00.002-07:002022-08-25T02:55:23.131-07:00Booted and suited?<div style="text-align: left;"> Nearly 20 months ago I was walking....and walking....and walking......on a daily basis. It was </div><div style="text-align: left;">Covid times, I live alone, and via a network of good friends, I was able to walk in a beautiful place, almost daily. Those days out walking were partly responsible for me maintaining my sanity through tough times.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Yet on one of those last walks, something happened to my left heel/ankle. I thought it would calm down with some rest, but in fact the pain increased and the last 20 months have seen my ankle swell/go down/be hot/just bloody hurt. So 'limping Lil' I became. As there was a lot happening in my life last year, I put dealing with my ankle to the back of a long list, and when she was lucid, my Ma said to me 'you're still limping ..promise me you'll get your foot sorted' So I promised. A GP looked at it and referred me for an xray, which showed a possible fracture, some tendon problems and some bone spurs...it was recommended that I have a course of pain killers...tick.....have a course of extra corporeal shock wave therapy..tick...rest it..tick...don't rest but exercise....tick......most recently I was referred to an ankle and foot consultant who organised an MRI. Which showed a piece of bone sticking into my tendon...he said 'that looks angry..which is why it hurts' ......anyhoo. He has suggested that in couple of weeks I have an injection and be fitted with a 'boot' for six weeks. I'm guided by him of course but don't see how this will fix the problem....and yet he stresed he really really doesn't want to just go in and remove the offending bit of bone.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am a 'sheeple' person....a follower not a leader...so I obey orders. Has anyone worn a boot and/or had the same problem? My nephew is a medico and looked at the MRI too...he also stressed that I 'shouldn't have the operation' Is it because I'm old? or NHS resources are stretched enough and I should go away and not bother them? or that the bone spurs are likely to reappear?.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Whatever......I'll take the consultants advice.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-14973827480624950842022-08-22T09:00:00.002-07:002022-08-22T09:00:55.434-07:00Recommendations?<p> I'm planning to go to Belfast with a school friend for 2 nights at the beginning of November.</p><p>We are two 'ladies of a certain age' who have been friends since school, and both have a November birthday...so instead of meeting for a meal and drink as usual we thought we would take a flying visit to somewhere we haven't been to before...to walk and be touristy and have a drink.</p><p>Having never been before we don't know the areas.....does anyone have a Hotel they can </p><p>recommend? </p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-56669098467441019812022-07-27T07:59:00.000-07:002022-07-27T07:59:28.348-07:00If only I had the wall space...........<p> Last weekend I was lucky enough to go to Bilbao with my beautiful daughter. I had always wanted to go and see the Guggenheim and as I haven't quite got the 'travel alone' gene that Rachel is lucky enough to possess, my daughter and I went together from Thursday to Sunday. It was perfect. The weather was kind and we had a fabulous time. I am blessed to have a good relationship with my kids and grandchildren, and (without dwelling) getting through the past 5 years would not have been possible without them. We walked and talked and ate and drank and laughed and cried and hugged and ....sensibly..this time we did <i>not </i>share a room. Previously we have shared and as I snore like a ...well I'm not sure what....it has been a bit challenging for her in other years ...Paris and Budapest and Venice......the extra cost was well worth it and now that I am divorced and single I have sufficient funds. I did love the Guggenheim. I know it isn't everyone's cup of tea but what is? We saw so much that we loved. I did not like all that was there but fell in love with a HUGE painting by Anselm Kiefer</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy16SaTADZq1oifX97svjRdTtkjIsa5wDYQErx-PqSp482m1Qm-YuGZpMUCU4YZ1w9up3JQrarjEz8nyk7VmO3Qf6AVgQySrZAkTGPhqcTQKTLBDrMegfVJmU9Md41gPk7esALSi5m8fEysvV61WZ-MY9frW2RsDZel48rf7QSoJxXHE93KqtUzzAB3g/s4032/IMG_3834.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy16SaTADZq1oifX97svjRdTtkjIsa5wDYQErx-PqSp482m1Qm-YuGZpMUCU4YZ1w9up3JQrarjEz8nyk7VmO3Qf6AVgQySrZAkTGPhqcTQKTLBDrMegfVJmU9Md41gPk7esALSi5m8fEysvV61WZ-MY9frW2RsDZel48rf7QSoJxXHE93KqtUzzAB3g/s320/IMG_3834.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bwHIkePNSP-UVOHlSCFFbFAz_byst0x2A-kLDeWAL2J9Rw6ooP7cXYEC7CFzbqm4K4K6uMzBOpqsroA1nfDNzDmWdEchDxlmKNN90hCnVgIOo1pyfHu4DsbnEif8CMNBkmYOkuKNQj2lUnxAGq7TTA-N6VmXCLxDBDvlYqIHIPv67uaJTRgN5MzM_g/s4032/IMG_3853.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bwHIkePNSP-UVOHlSCFFbFAz_byst0x2A-kLDeWAL2J9Rw6ooP7cXYEC7CFzbqm4K4K6uMzBOpqsroA1nfDNzDmWdEchDxlmKNN90hCnVgIOo1pyfHu4DsbnEif8CMNBkmYOkuKNQj2lUnxAGq7TTA-N6VmXCLxDBDvlYqIHIPv67uaJTRgN5MzM_g/s320/IMG_3853.HEIC" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXJt-s-495l4xTR6AuniYBF3jU8IhfCqJZbKbkKGMCuGYvDhVd7OYcLk527eX1IipkyRDkVtgY7ZlKSpTKE_ozRAvfkFg5l7vQH_fvIJL7ctsbYVNtP-QoLxLJTfkETaCUbg7E4Sy7x4l6IVZ97CblRC9YZjq4WrfhiX02HWtzn5zpcPMGmYeAR9Xpw/s4032/IMG_3968.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXJt-s-495l4xTR6AuniYBF3jU8IhfCqJZbKbkKGMCuGYvDhVd7OYcLk527eX1IipkyRDkVtgY7ZlKSpTKE_ozRAvfkFg5l7vQH_fvIJL7ctsbYVNtP-QoLxLJTfkETaCUbg7E4Sy7x4l6IVZ97CblRC9YZjq4WrfhiX02HWtzn5zpcPMGmYeAR9Xpw/s320/IMG_3968.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>As you can see from the top picture the painting was enormous, and I was transfixed. The second picture is me just being delighted to be at the Museum.....and the last one is a dreadful picture but made us laugh, as I had asked for bread. ham and tomato....the bread and ham were very tasty but the tomato came as a little 'jus' in that squeezy bottle....which of course is probably very normal to so many of you but I am quite provincial and it was so funny to me! Normally I wouldn't post pictures of myself, but I am entering into a new chapter of my life and feeling...for the first time in Oh So Many years...dare I say it?</p><p>Happy.</p><p><br /></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-71479489250906693462022-02-22T23:53:00.001-08:002022-02-22T23:53:34.334-08:00And the world still turns....<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Moaning</span> <span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Minnie is leaving the building....time to have words with myself, get over myself, and move on....with fingers crossed, with optimism and hope....wish me luck and watch this space x</span></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-85012948342731403372022-01-22T11:17:00.000-08:002022-01-22T11:17:05.552-08:00Will it EVER get better?<p><span style="font-size: large;">A week ago today, I became unwell.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> I had a terrible headache/sore throat/earache.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">I was freezing cold and just wanted to curl up and go to sleep.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I threw up and was shaking uncontrollably.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I 'lateral flow tested' every day......negative.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I was preparing for and organising the Funeral for my sister, and thought that perhaps I was just feeling 'low'.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I was so very cold and felt so exhausted that I went to bed and only </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">got up on Tuesday morning to be driven by my son (and 'readied') by my daughter, to attend the small Graveside service funeral of my sister.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Cousins came from Liverpool, Stratford and Kent. I avoided kisses and left after a cup of tea locally. My daughter had 'Lateral flow' tested me then and since Tuesday I have done two more tests..both negative...and yet I literally have an exhausting cough and have never experienced a 'cold' or 'flu' like this. I have been back in bed since Tuesday and ....</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">The result today was ......positive......I knew at the back of my mind that this was Covid ....in all of my 67 years, 'flu' or a 'cold' has never made me feel this way.....and in fact, I wondered if my mind was preparing me for some sort of mental wind down as the last part of a 'things have been truly terrible, you need to just give in now' warning ........and without saying this to elicit sympathy...........truly....just to state facts.....in the last couple of years I have moved house, divorced a husband of nearly 40 years, lost my father, sat and watched my mother die in hospital, watched my sister die in hospital, and lived alone through a pandemic that has been a living nightmare.... a constant 'one step forward twenty seven steps back' existence.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The Covid/NHS app has been completed and I will continue to self isolate for the next week.......but God ....grant me strength..please.</span></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-35310874630185989702022-01-19T01:25:00.000-08:002022-01-19T01:25:17.629-08:00Knowing it makes no sense doesn't help...<p> <span style="font-size: large;">Although I chose her clothes, and had trusted that the Funeral Directors had dressed her in them, yesterday, at the funeral, as we stood by the graveside, I couldn't help but wonder if she was warm enough down there deep in the earth.</span></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-68496884128831426302021-12-17T16:11:00.000-08:002021-12-17T16:11:07.831-08:00Loss<p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> On Tuesday of this week, the 14th, my older sister died.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In the same hospital where earlier this year, on the 14th of a different month, our mother died.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The same experience of death.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It crossed my mind as I drove home, distraught and sobbing, that in certain situations, for instance War, people possibly saw death almost too frequently to even take it in...that it became something they just acknowledged, or didn't......that it was too commonplace and inevitable to notice.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Let alone to cry over.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And I also wondered about how I could possibly and truly believe in two separate and different things at the same time......absolutely ........that there is no God and once you die you are just an empty skin and bone mass to be disposed of,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and yet at the same time believed that there is some sort of 'other place' and existence to go to.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I only know that as I stroked her face and kissed her, I whispered to her 'can you see mom? shes's there waiting for you...go to her darling....go to her'</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And she did.</span></p><p><br /></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-67444672706749819342021-05-14T07:30:00.000-07:002021-05-14T07:30:11.727-07:00Love<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Ma died this morning.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">She had a fall nearly 3 weeks ago and was in Hospital, where I have been for most of the time......she had a bleed on the brain and was too old and frail for brain surgery.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Letting 'nature take it's course' for the last week she has had no hydration, food, water or medication of any kind.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Watching someone die ...... It isn't quick and clean and quiet and peaceful...it is painful and noisy and smelly and frightening and sad and feels inhumane.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Time stretches and slows down and speeds up and hovers and becomes air that you can feel.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">In the brief period of her rallying last weekend she told me how much she loved me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">A turbulent fractured relationship.....but through holding her hand and kisses on her soft familiar face I knew I loved her too.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-69124309386677200932021-03-27T01:36:00.000-07:002021-03-27T01:36:17.235-07:00Today I choose..........<p> <span style="font-size: large;">Not to dwell on how my sister (71) is staying temporarily with Ma, and I am the Nurse Ratched (sp?) to both of them now.....grim times at Needs Dusting Towers.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Instead I am asking if anyone (perhaps the expert Tom?) can suggest how I can make the path to my home look a little less horrible, now that I have had a water meter fitted and this concrete eyesore is how it looks now. I imagine I could replace the whole path somehow but as funds are limited I was curious about a quicker cheaper fix...a stain of some sort?</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_NPzHkFHYe3d4as8275jX9G0wimsXeaPdCCWYyEF4DGbG9s-vI_yt7CElWCrS-BQS8zlwcIWn-g8WCX_JfnC920ubGq4U9M_tMTXqcUDQYo0HOjmKxbVoUrV3zUxvLByYf9ETFkAQQD3c/s2048/IMG_4019.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_NPzHkFHYe3d4as8275jX9G0wimsXeaPdCCWYyEF4DGbG9s-vI_yt7CElWCrS-BQS8zlwcIWn-g8WCX_JfnC920ubGq4U9M_tMTXqcUDQYo0HOjmKxbVoUrV3zUxvLByYf9ETFkAQQD3c/s320/IMG_4019.HEIC" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">To be honest, I truly don't need to be irritated EVERY time I approach my own front door, and remember that the workman said 'it will weather in ........eventually'. </span><p></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-29383641108975589052021-02-22T05:34:00.002-08:002021-02-22T05:34:52.817-08:00Ma<p> <span style="font-size: medium;">I do not have a good relationship with my Ma. Which is unfortunate, because I am the 'child' that she now has to rely on since Pa died. She lives alone, and has carers come in 4 times a day. I telephone twice a day and visit every week. We both try, and to some extent, we succeed, but it seems that we just don't get on really. Never have. Allied to that, her increasing signs of dementia, with confusion and forgetfulness and repetition is something I struggle to deal with...I know I'm doing wrong when I sometimes, in frustration, say 'you told me that four times earlier today'.....and mostly I keep my thoughts to myself...but I am her 'you're just like your father' and not in a good way child. So yes, I don't always hold my tongue, but I really really try. It is a work in progress.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Yesterday though, we had a telephone call that was longer and sweeter than any other, and we both enjoyed it. Not because we spoke nicely to each other or shared any tenderness of thought or feeling, or managed not to get 'prickly' with each other. You see Ma is blind, and she spends all day listening to the radio. It seems that a carer had come whilst she was listening to something and had Ma 'missed the end...what happended?'. She had been listening to Tess of the D'Urbevilles and was asking lots of questions about a book I must have read over 50 years ago. So I said to her 'hold on' and fired up the laptop for a version of the story...which I read to her, over the phone. I read, and I could 'hear' her listening....the 'mmmm' every now and then, and the questions, and for me the remembering, and for her, hearing a story that was new to her. It was magical.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-22291815699179491342021-02-18T08:58:00.001-08:002021-02-18T08:58:45.408-08:00Gluten...free or not to free.........<p><span style="font-size: medium;"> Who knew I liked celery? I certainly didn't until very recently. I used to love onions and garlic and now I can't really 'get along' with either. My goodness me, as if the eating of toffees, crocheting, and starting to look at that funny little supplementary magazine that comes with the newspaper (the one with socks and reading glasses and ads for vitamins) wasn't enough of a clue that I am well on my way into OAP land, I am now trying to be gluten free. Why? because as I used to say on my other blog, I have an arse/belly/hips combo that is ...well...bigger that it all should be. I thought the belly might be bloating, so I'm trying the gluten free route. I am very well aware that I could just eat less cake/chocolate and move my arse more, but really, times are hard, this girl has to grab some happy where she can...please don't judge me! More movement is planned, and I now don't eat whole bars of chocolate, just a few squares.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">In reality of course I am trying to 'be brave' and move myself forward into better ways of thinking and doing and being. So, as the Spring approaches, I want to try to make myself feel better about myself. I had a long walk this morning. Yesterday I bought myself a new lipstick. As soon as it opens, I want to book an appointment at the hairdresser. I am trying, with my thoughts, not to 'dress rehearse for disaster' but to only be concerned with the here and now and what I can and cannot control.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Really, each and every day I'm just trying to do the best I can with the light I have to see by.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-63952486873142054762021-02-11T04:36:00.001-08:002021-02-11T04:36:29.007-08:00Thank you nurse.....<span style="font-size: large;">I wore a sleeveless top so that I could be quick and there would be no time delaying </span><div><span style="font-size: large;">stripping off.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I wittered on about being nervous and then......whoosh....all over. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Done.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I was 'jabbed' this morning.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you to all involved.</span></div>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-9257007898159792502021-02-07T07:03:00.002-08:002021-02-07T07:03:37.414-08:00A message from the Universe?<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I try to make sure I have a walk each day.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Long walks that take hours with a friend or just a solo local shop visit</span>.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If I miss a day, I feel lazy and cooped up and think that it is good not only for me to get some fresh air, but in these very strange and sometimes unsettling times, being outside and walking can aid ones mental health I think.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I live alone now and sometimes my thoughts need...rearranging ... or working through.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On my return to home journey the other day, I saw the bin lorry turn the corner, away from </span><span style="font-size: large;">where I was walking. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I was trying to work a few things out in my mind and was becoming a bit .....well do you know that feeling of just wanting to switch your brain off? but it's the only place you know and it keeps whirring away? (maybe that's just me) ...so was resolved to just get home, have something to eat, and keep on keeping on. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Something small up ahead on the pavement, was, I presumed a colourful bit of rubbish that had fallen from the bin lorry...........</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitp-62ayosvb8d1pfzqjUCCf33bGdJoc9s6pXAU9h-7sfYpRzWMLFnO55ZoR8-m9zjBpYPRJfl7t3q5xF7rXg7HYQeTorTeJqlHHOtbyV8kQABW36BGpgPeionjTkCyaIJns2lBo9LTF6D/s1965/IMG_3157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1924" data-original-width="1965" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitp-62ayosvb8d1pfzqjUCCf33bGdJoc9s6pXAU9h-7sfYpRzWMLFnO55ZoR8-m9zjBpYPRJfl7t3q5xF7rXg7HYQeTorTeJqlHHOtbyV8kQABW36BGpgPeionjTkCyaIJns2lBo9LTF6D/s320/IMG_3157.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">In the interest of transparency, I must say that these two magnetic letters were not placed this way when my feet stopped by them......but ......e? b? p?.......so I chose to listen to my 'message from the Universe' which in my mind was saying BE....just BE. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Good Advice I thought.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-60018683324903140332021-02-06T06:03:00.001-08:002021-02-06T06:03:47.720-08:00I think I'm in love......<p><span style="font-size: large;">Nearing the end of this....going to miss the Count.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcR58TVh3nGt3x7BOqK1wIIqzwjCGEQiyzd-EbG2lDkPfk_j1BmOJqy3md9EPna4a4pjSrlCwGw6tVMyTrhqHvqncEdZPDTbIESzcWUEpx1RilOjyK4OhxqGfEXz6VcIdiENXT7C18z1tp/s2048/IMG_3208.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcR58TVh3nGt3x7BOqK1wIIqzwjCGEQiyzd-EbG2lDkPfk_j1BmOJqy3md9EPna4a4pjSrlCwGw6tVMyTrhqHvqncEdZPDTbIESzcWUEpx1RilOjyK4OhxqGfEXz6VcIdiENXT7C18z1tp/s320/IMG_3208.HEIC" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-40110753349345662402021-02-02T02:27:00.000-08:002021-02-02T02:27:03.522-08:00Not seamless is it.....<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: large;">I suspect it is my inability to have any competence with </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">regard to I.T. that means closing my old blog and starting a new one</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">is ...challenging. How embarrassing is that? Nevertheless I will </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">continue. Of late, I remember the days of being at work and being</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">tired and busy, and wishing that I was retired and had time to </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">just...sit....and read...or watch films...and go out and about...see friends....travel....visit exhibitions....galleries.....picnic..... or just </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">pootle about doing ....not very much at all.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Those times are here.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Be careful what you wish for.</span></div>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-59121280229611410452021-02-01T10:26:00.002-08:002021-02-01T10:26:54.339-08:00No elucidation ... easing back into blogging just now...me and mojo will find each other......<p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Tyre's pumped up.....by me....first time.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Ma in a good mood.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">No rain/snow/ice.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Gluten free bread.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A kind roofer.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Blue skies.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Seeing (albeit briefly and distanced) very good friends on their drive.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719167582981648092.post-57089738425867997572021-01-27T05:56:00.000-08:002021-01-27T05:56:25.120-08:00Well ..... here we go again.<p> Have been missing blogging so think I'll give it another go.</p><p><br /></p>libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com8