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Quiet and relaxed?

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It was Saturday, the first of two warm and sunny days we were promised in the forecast and the first of two days to relax in. I woke up early and was soon having a shower and getting dressed to go downstairs for breakfast. I finished breakfast before nine o’clock and sat at my computer for half and hour as well as collating some information for my tax-return. A little bit at a time is the method I adopt when preparing my tax-return, it is easier that way for me because I don’t like sitting down for long periods as I probably would do if I did it all at once. In any case it only takes a few hours to get it prepared. I made myself a cup of coffee and went outside to sit on the bench in front of the patio…this one…

It faces east so gets full sunshine for a few hours each day. I could have sat on the patio but the artificial turf was wet with dew, as was the lawn too. Both dry pretty quickly once the sun gets high in the sky. Once I’d finished the coffee I became restless and couldn’t remain seated for long after. I took a stroll around the Mound (over on the right in the picture above). A single shoot caught my eye, it was another bluebell. Thinking it was near to the surface I tried to pull it out but no, it went deeper. Off I went for the kneeling stool and hand fork and I began to dig it out. Did I say single shoot? Never true most of the time with bluebells, there were several of them. I must have covered every cubic centimetre of the Mound by now but still they appear. Anyway that took a half-hour and I looked for something else to do. During my gardening renovations I have removed lots of small stones and some not so small, some natural stone and some man-made, bricks and the like. I had three large containers filled with them. This picture taken a few weeks earlier shows two of them nearly full.

I decided I would empty them out and separate the natural stone from the rubble. Some of the natural stone I placed around the base of the yucca plant shown in this picture at centre against the wall. It is immediately to the left of the buttress in case you can’t see it.

Now it was lunch time so I returned indoors. After lunch I returned to the patio and laid down on the now dry turf for an hour. I couldn’t stay there any longer but arose and went for a long walk in the sunshine. On my return home I spoke with my next door neighbour’s son for a time. They have a collie dog, a well-behaved animal that seldom barks, not like the two small dogs in a house nearby that sometimes bark incessantly for ages before someone finally stops them as happened when I went for a lie down on the patio earlier. My other next door neighbour also has a dog, a young setter that also seldom barks, or so I thought. I went into the house and made myself another coffee and sat out again on the patio. The setter started barking and did so for at least twenty minutes. I gave up and went indoors, actually to watch The Grand National annual steeplechase (horse race) on television. I have watched that race every year for as long as I can remember, well over sixty years. I returned outdoors to water the garden plants before finally going back inside for my evening meal. Peaceful, quiet and relaxing day? Well for most of the time.

Shirley Anne

Out and about

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lulworth-road-21It was quite pleasant on Sunday morning and I decided to go for a short walk. I had gotten up around eight o’clock but didn’t get downstairs until nine-thirty. After a breakfast of fruit I thought I would prepare a vegetable and chicken stew. I say vegetable and chicken rather than chicken and vegetable because the stews I make consist mainly of vegetables. It would be enough for two meals meaning I wouldn’t need to cook a main meal the next day. Leaving it to stand after it had cooked I went out for a walk. I wasn’t sure how far I would go, I most often decide that once I am out. This time I had a feeling it wouldn’t be too far. I was stopped by a lady after I had gone a half-mile and we chatted. I hadn’t met her before, she was a complete stranger but we talked for around ten minutes as if we’d known each other for years! We parted company and went our separate ways. I walked another mile and a half I guess before returning back home. I walked close-by my local pub at around twelve-fifteen and already the car park was full. I mentioned this in yesterday’s post. The pub has become so popular it is sometimes difficult to park there at times. In the warmer months, unless I am wearing heels I tend to walk there when I visit. I suppose I could have popped in but I was out for a walk and wasn’t carrying a purse. I went home instead. It had been a short walk though it might have been longer had I not been stopped. Usually I just plod on with no interruptions and I end up going further. Anyway I returned home and had another afternoon resting. I ate some of the stew for lunch followed by a slice of the apple pie I had cooked before Christmas, obviously defrosted of course.

Shirley Anne

It got to me

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I'm too tired now...

I’m too tired now… (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Over the past couple of weeks my sleeping habits have been quite erratic and I found myself lying in when I ought not have done. Yes, the reason for that was because I was tired but it was at the wrong time. It’s all about routine, work and play then rest but if there is little of the former two then sleep patterns suffer. Once in a while I will set my alarm to ensure I arise early even if I have no work the following day just so I can maintain my routine. So it was that on Sunday morning the alarm had been set to go off at seven forty-five to ensure I didn’t sleep in. So what happened? I awoke at seven-thirty! That’s what usually happens with me, the alarm is really only a standby just in case. Sunday turned out to be a gloriously sunny day but it was cold. After breakfast I went for a walk but halfway through I felt I shouldn’t have, I felt tired and weary even though I’d slept well. I was in half a mind to cut the walk short. This has happened once or twice in the past but each time I dismissed the thought and carried on with the walk. It is a similar experience to those I had when I used to go running, getting through the pain barrier. I found I was beginning to enjoy the walk despite my earlier feelings of tiredness. Even so, by the time I had almost completed my walk all I wanted to do was sit down and rest. I began thinking it was due to my age or perhaps I had been doing too much lately or both those things but after a hot drink of coffee sweetened with honey I perked up. I needed nourishment. I had eaten porridge and fruit for breakfast so shouldn’t have felt hungry and in fact I wasn’t feeling hungry at all. I hadn’t taken into account that in the colder weather I might have needed more energy but on reflection I don’t think that was the problem. I think life got to me!

Later in the afternoon I was sitting in  the front lounge when there was a knock on the window. I thought E had perhaps forgotten her keys for she had gone out earlier but that wouldn’t be likely, it was my eldest son who had driven over to collect some things and to have a chat. It appears he is becoming dissatisfied with his work as a police officer. He enjoys his work but the excess pressure is getting to him. He and his wife are finding it difficult to raise enough funds with which to purchase their own home and as she hasn’t a full-time job saving is minimal. He has been considering a change in career and had thoughts about qualifying as an electrician! If he can obtain his qualifications, which will be after three years under normal circumstances, he can then become self-employed. I would of course give him all the support I could by ’employing’ him. It might not happen, it is up to him, we’ll have to wait and see but he has worked with me in the past, before his university days. He is well able to do the work.

Shirley Anne

Not everyone

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A sedentary person, or "typical couch pot...

A sedentary person, or “typical couch potato” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was watching the day’s news on television today (Wednesday) and smiled when I heard about an elderly widower who has been advertising for a job vacancy. He is just about 90 years old, his wife died two years ago and he says the boredom of not doing anything each day is driving him crazy. I know many his age who find it difficult to get up from the couch being as they are self-confessed couch potatoes! I admired his pluck and his obvious energy, even at his age, no, especially at his age. The newsreader went on to say that a local restaurant owner has invited the man along for an interview with the prospect of work to follow we assume if he is successful at the interview. I wish him success too. Not everyone wants to stop working as they get older it seems so I am in good company. I find it difficult to sit around doing nothing for any length of time but I don’t wish to spend my time doing useless things either. I like to be productive which means creating improvements in anything I do. It is good to spend time out of course but not for too long or too often. I know people who just flit away the hours going from place to place but actually getting nowhere, their time is spent looking at things or sitting in pubs and restaurants every day which would bore me to tears. Each to their own of course but I want to leave a lasting legacy that hopefully others will be able to enjoy when I’m gone. This is one of the reasons I like working for others or working at home on the house or especially in the gardens. I was looking out of the window in the wet room which overlooks the side of the house where I had been working during the summer, the ‘Plot’. I look at my achievements both there and elsewhere in the garden and am satisfied that what I have done is lasting. Whenever I look out of the windows at home my thoughts centre on what other improvements I can make. I am limited at this time of year as to what I am able to do simply because of the weather but I like making plans, in my head at least, for any future projects I’ve a mind to do. If I reach 90 I hope I will still have that same attitude and not resign myself or consign myself to a life of idleness.

Shirley Anne

All about legs

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Leggy legs (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well not entirely. I have always been an active person, that is one who is either exercising or working most of the time. As a child I, like many children then and even now, was involved in some sport or exercise of one kind or another. In my late teens I purchased a bicycle and rode for miles every day I could but then in my early twenties I learned to drive and after I purchased my first car my bicycling days became less frequent. I did ride occasionally however but took an interest in my mid-thirties in running. From that time until around ten years ago I continued to go for a run. I would never run less than four miles and more often it would be eight. I also ran sixteen miles regularly too. I never ran a marathon though but did runs up to twenty miles. I liked running more than any other form of exercise, even swimming which I loved too. The furthest I have ever swum in one go was about a half-mile. All these exercises did wonders for my legs, in shaping them and strengthening them, so much so that many people used to compliment me on my legs! Many women I meet tell me they are jealous of my legs but men have only ogled them! I suppose wearing heels helps too. My working life at this moment is slowing down and currently I am attempting to have a two-week break from it. Not publishing my advert for two weeks should help me but there is never a guarantee I won’t receive requests. We are again enjoying some fine, dry and sunny weather at the moment so on Friday (as I write this) I went for a short walk of around three miles. I hadn’t been out walking for several weeks because of a knee problem, my left knee to be precise which has always been weak relative to the other. I had been so busy working I didn’t much feel like going for walks anyway which helped me to rest the knee. The walk took me down  Rotten Row  (Southport) past the long flowerbeds which run the length of the road. I have taken to admiring plants and their varieties over the last couple of years as I have been getting more involved with gardening at home. I now do most of the gardening at home and E does very little because of her condition. It means more exercise for me which is always welcome and will be more so as my electrical work drops away. I have no plans to stop that work just yet but will wait and see what happens. I didn’t meet anyone I know whilst on my walk until I was almost back home when a younger woman approaching me from the opposite direction spoke as she we drew closer. She is around forty years of age, has long blonde hair and invariably wears black clothes with jewelry. I only know this as I have seen her at other times when out. She smiled to me and said, ‘You’ve got a lovely pair of legs. I wish I had them, they are so shapely’.  I didn’t know what to say at first but quipped, ‘Yes and they go all the way up to the top’. She smiled again and carried on walking. Now I don’t know the woman though I do recall having spoken with her once before. I continued on my way back home a couple of hundred metres away and thinking to myself, ‘What an odd thing for a stranger and especially another woman to say such a thing but what a nice comment too’. pics-947By the way those legs above are not mine though I think my legs are quite shapely too, especially when I am wearing heels. When out walking I wear flat-heeled shoes. My legs are shapely I think probably because of all those leg-exercising activities in my life.

Shirley Anne

Twice as slow

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safety_manualThe advantages of having a house with 53 steps in it means I get plenty of exercise. The disadvantages include the extra time it takes to do any work at the top of the house! I reckon I am reasonably fit for my age (70+) but climbing those stairs a few times leaves me exhausted. For example, if I begin working on our current project too soon after breakfast and climb those stair steps (40 from the breakfast room) I am a little out of breath. After a while though descending and climbing them isn’t so bad but it is still tiring if I have to do it two, three or more times, which is often the case. Again the same thing happens after I have eaten my lunch. Obviously, well to me anyway, my body is being starved of oxygen whilst my food is being digested so exercise becomes more difficult. At the other end of the scale tiredness sets in through lack of sustenance and my age. Doing any work at the top of the house is always going to take longer because of these factors. Still I plod on. E will be finding it even more difficult I know as she suffers with her condition (spina biffida) which, though not severe, nevertheless impedes her movement somewhat. More recently she has been suffering with a problem around one of her knees and even as I write she is booking an appointment to have it X-rayed. Despite her afflictions she works quite hard and sometimes doesn’t know when to stop. I have to insist she stops before she will do so herself. So things take longer when we get older and we need to be more careful that we don’t rush. There isn’t a need to rush anyway but there is the need to keep active else seize-up! Progress has been good on the project, the walls and ceiling are fully painted and the woodwork that needed to have an undercoat, that is most of it, has been painted. E painted a large section of skirting but somehow managed to twist her back in the process. It took her quite a few minutes to manoeuvre herself into a position whereby she could get up off the floor. I could do little to help (she’s very independent). I had to suggest that I do the low-level painting in future for there is plenty of painting that has to be done at waist height which will be more comfortable for her if she insists on painting something. To be fair she doesn’t usually have problems but it proves just how susceptible we can be if we don’t take care.

Shirley Anne

Power to do

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Every machine requires some form of continuously applied energy in order for it to keep operating. Once that energy is depleted the machine stops. If subsequently the machine is left idle for too long it may not restart so easily, some machines will seize up if left too long. I was thinking about this as I took a mid-morning walk on Sunday. The weather was fine and sunny though the biting north wind let me know it was still winter nevertheless. As I set out from home I usually walk in a northerly direction most of the time so that wind was in my face. The only consolation was the fact that it wasn’t a strong wind. There were few people about even though it was after nine-thirty but I guess many folk would be taking it easy indoors. As I approached the town centre there were more people out in the streets and some were in the bars having breakfast. I saw nobody taking any form of useful exercise, those walking about were doing so at a snail’s pace but there was a cyclist or two in racing garb doing some serious peddling. I was walking toward the beach front where the wind was more noticeable but as by now

Mature woman power walking in residential environs

Mature woman power walking in residential environs

I was walking in a southerly direction it was at my back. By this time I was feeling quite warm for I had been putting some effort into my stride, power walking if you like. A young girl passed me by as she jogged in the same direction but by the time she had reached the far end of the sea front where pedestrians have either to cross the road and continue inland or take to the beach itself I was only a hundred metres or so behind her. Considering the distance we had both travelled and the fact I was probably fifty years her senior, I think I did remarkably well. Had I been running I suppose I might have even kept pace with her for a short time at least. It has been years since I did any outdoor running though I do cover some miles on my treadmill occasionally. At seventy years of age I am of the opinion that exercise is of great benefit but too much is probably not good. As I ‘power walked’ along the sea front a middle-aged man was running in the opposite direction and as he passed I could see the pained look on his face. It was as though he was enduring his exercise rather than enjoying it. Now I know that running is hard work but I also know that it is a pleasurable thing to do. I really enjoyed every minute of it whether it be cold, wet and windy or nice and sunny. Perhaps this guy’s pained expression was his way of letting us know that he was really enjoying his run. One great thing about taking exercise is that I don’t have to watch the calories so much, exercise burns them off. I therefore eat well so that my machine will keep on running and not seize up!

Shirley Anne

A Sunday walk

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Riverside Walk, Gravesend Families are out enjoying the warm weather on a Sunday. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I like walking. I seldom find the time to do much of it though but at the weekend I have more time than I have during the week. If I am not involved with some home project, maintenance task or something else I can go for a walk. Sunday therefore is usually a day when I can go for a walk as I seldom do much on that day. At this time of year the weather is ideal for walks, not too warm and not too cold. After my breakfast, an hour after my breakfast, I am thinking about going for a walk as long as the weather permits. I don’t have suitable clothing for long periods out in the rain just at the moment, something I ought to put right and perhaps will do in the coming weeks so I have to rely on it being dry for now. On Sunday the weather was just fine so off I went. I took an unusual route, one I would not normally take as it took me by a building I would be visiting the following morning to do some work. I wanted to check it out. I ended up walking along the main road into town. At the first main junction there had been a horrific accident the previous day and I had to take a detour as I went to do a job for someone in the town centre. On my return home the junction had still not been cleared of obstructions but as I walked past on Sunday morning there was little evidence of the incident apart from a couple of pieces of plastic bumper that had been left on top of a wall. The roads were relatively quiet but there was a steady flow of traffic heading toward the centre, probably shoppers as many of the stores are open on a Sunday these days. Such is the way of the world nowadays. I won’t discuss my feelings about that right now though save to say I am in disagreement with it. As I approached the town centre I could see that there were many people about so I made a detour toward the seafront. There were very few people on that part of the beach where I continued with my walk but as I reached closer to home I found there were many unattended vehicles parked off the main road in the access area to the beach. I supposed their owners were off on their own walks along the beach or in the sand dunes. I left the beach at that point and headed back to home a half-mile away. The walk was very uneventful but that isn’t unusual, most of them are. I go for the exercise and fresh air but I also enjoy looking in other people’s gardens where I pass them to see what plants and layouts they have. For some unexplained reason I seem to be turning into a gardening freak! Some of the plants I see I have in my own gardens and many of them are larger as they have been there a long time so it gives me an idea of what my plants will be like in a year or two. As I arrived back home my next-door neighbour was reversing out of her drive and about to drive off to the  supermarket but she stopped for a few minutes to chat with me. She hasn’t been enjoying good health lately and told me she was unsure about driving because of her current condition. I was about to offer to drive her but she told me that her son had already offered and she had refused. Perhaps she should be considering stopping driving for a while. Anyway she drove off and I went indoors to prepare lunch. I did little else for the remainder of the day but hey, it was Sunday!

Shirley Anne

Involved

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Southport Sand Dunes. Taken from Dunes, looking towards Marshside (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I got up quite early on Saturday, had a shower, got dressed and had eaten breakfast by 7.15. Before I went downstairs though after getting dressed I decided my bedroom windows needed cleaning. The early morning sunshine really shows up the dirt on the windows that normally would only seem a little dusky. As we can open the windows inward cleaning them isn’t difficult. The day was promising to be very warm and sunny and although I had ideas of working in the garden I thought the better of it and decided not to. I would get very little done in the heat of the day and what I had in mind to do can be done any time. So I sat outside on the patio with a cup of coffee and a magazine to read. Every quarter I receive a copy, in fact two copies of ‘Prophetic Vision’. It is produced by the ministry of David Hathaway a well-known evangelist in Christian circles who spreads the word of God throughout Europe, Russia, Israel and other places. In his latest publication he talks about the responsibility of every Christian to spread the Gospel message of hope and eternal salvation through the only means possible, through Jesus Christ. It is a subject dear to my heart and has been ever since I became ‘born again’. Although we have this responsibility we have to rely on The Holy Spirit to work through us, we cannot do it in our own strength but we can expect much rejection of the message too.

Gospel Books. Eвангелие в окладе, 1772 год, Мо...

Gospel Books. Eвангелие в окладе, 1772 год, Москва. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It isn’t about saving people or pointing out their sins either, that is God’s responsibility. Our responsibility is to deliver the message, it is a question of giving people the choice, the opportunity to hear and respond. It says in Scripture, how can people hear the message unless someone tells them (paraphrased)? It is an obligation and a duty I take seriously so I pray for opportunities to be involved. I wasn’t going to talk about this subject in this post today but as reading the message in the magazine was a part of my day I included it. It was around ten o’clock when I decided to go for a walk, stopping off in the village to make a bank deposit first of all and then continuing as my feet directed me. On arriving in the village I found the main road over the level crossing had been temporarily closed there and also a couple of hundred metres beyond to allow a local open street market to set up for the day. This is the first time I have seen this happen specifically in our village but we often have such things in the town centre. I wasn’t there to browse the stalls and in any case most were still under construction at that hour. After leaving the bank I took the back streets into town stopping along the way to look at the parking facilities near to a job I was to do very early on Monday morning. I learned later when I phoned the person I would be working for that she had seen me there and wondered who it was. She couldn’t call out to me for she was engaged on the phone. I slowly continued on my way into the busiest part of town but I wanted to bypass the area and head down to the beach. There were many people in town, too many for me, I like things to be a little quieter and I get that on the part of the beach I generally visit, which is nearer to home. I ended up sitting on top of the sand dunes eating wild blackberries and looking out to sea. The tide was out as is often the case in Southport and when it is out the sea can be well over a mile away. Still it is peaceful down there. I sat there for more than an hour before returning home around one o’clock. E was still at home but soon was to eat lunch and then go out for the rest of the day. She had been baking some sausage rolls to take to a party of sorts at her mom’s house for it was her mom’s birthday on Saturday. It would have been my mom’s birthday today, the eleventh as you read this, sadly she died back in 1997. I didn’t see E again until the evening. I prepared my own lunch later in the afternoon as I hadn’t been hungry earlier. I then spent more time out in the garden disrupting the activity of the thousands of ants emerging from their nests to fly off and invade new places, probably in my own garden too! I hate the little blighters. Come next season I shall be ready with the poison and I’ll need lots of it. When I returned indoors later, I did spend time relaxing on the patio by the way, I noticed a lone wood-pigeon eating its evening meal on the lawn. Ants were on the menu it seemed.

Shirley Anne

It is Sunday once more

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MakeDamnSure (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It is Sunday once more and I sit in the front lounge writing this at eleven o’clock in the morning. I arose around five-thirty having gotten to bed early the night before. I was washed, dressed and had put on my make-up by six o’clock and went downstairs for a breakfast. Before breakfast though I put the first batch of items to be washed into the washing machine. At six-fifteen I had eaten my breakfast and went outside to water the rear garden. That took me about forty minutes and then I returned indoors just in time to take the washing out of the machine and hang it on the lines in the cellar. I wasn’t going to trust the weather to remain dry though the forecast was for it to remain dry until around one o’clock. I then placed the second load into the machine. I went out for a walk and completed something like three and three-quarters of a mile before returning home. During the latter part of my walk I was overtaken by hundreds of runners doing a sponsored run. I am not sure about the distance involved but along the route I passed a twelve-mile post. I think it likely that the run was a half-marathon and it was being held, that is the starting and finishing lines, from the local park. Also in the same park there was being held a two-day beer festival, that is Saturday and Sunday and I imagine that would have been fully attended! Not by myself though I might add. As I neared home I crossed the path of a lonely runner not associated with the organised run and not even on the same course. She smiled and wished me good morning. Apart from the runners and a few solitary walkers I saw nobody in the town or down on the Promenade. Sunday mornings in Southport are quiet before ten o’clock unless some special event has been organised. I once took a stroll on a Sunday morning around eight o’clock and hardly saw a soul. I had taken along my camera and took several pictures in and around the town, the promenade and the sea-front. The scenes are devoid of people, like a ghost town. Those pictures are posted above in ‘Southport’. Oh yes on arriving back home I hung up the second batch of washing in the cellar. They will all be dry by evening time, no need to depend on the weather!

Shirley Anne

I know I can

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sea-wall-14Nothing much was going on. It was Saturday and we were supposed to be getting some rain but it didn’t materialise. I had gotten up very early again but that is to be expected when going to bed early too. I was actually in bed at nine o’clock, I had nothing to stay up for and I was a little tired anyway. I must have dropped off around nine-thirty, the last time I remember looking at the clock. The sun was already up and shining when I got out of bed. I stripped off the bedclothes and remade the bed with fresh linen, popped into the main bathroom for a towel then went downstairs to have a shower in the wet room, my preferred shower but before doing so I put the clothes in the washing machine. Once showered I returned to my bedroom to get dressed for the day and then went downstairs for breakfast. However, as the expected rain didn’t come I decided to again water the garden before breakfast. Apart from taking down the previous day’s washing from the lines in the cellar and hanging the now washed bedclothes nothing much happened until lunchtime except I went out on the patio for an hour with my guitar. E got up late, had a shower then disappeared whilst I was having lunch and I was left in the house alone but I also decided to go out after I had eaten. I went for a walk down to the beach and along the sea front returning along the promenade. I watched a couple of young families testing their abilities, or lack of, on the various pieces of gymnasium equipment dotted along the walkway. The promenade in Southport runs parallel to the sea front but a few hundred metres inland and is shown on the right. prom6 The afternoon was warm and ‘muggy’, that is the humidity was high, though a nice breeze was blowing from the south. My tired legs don’t like walking when it is warm and humid and guess what? Neither do I but I know I can walk much farther when it is cool. I had walked a mere three miles and was glad to get back home. I just felt drained and that is one of the reasons I don’t like warm weather when it is coupled with high humidity. Give me Autumn days anytime. E was back home when I returned and was having a late lunch but she went out again later for a while. I stayed at home.

Shirley Anne

What to do?

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DVDs   (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Although I was still a little out of the game on Monday I was restless, well you know me, I can’t sit still for a minute! I had done some of the exercises that my son had told me to do and indeed I felt much better having done them. I need to keep doing those exercises until I am completely healed and indeed I will continue with them afterwards too. They are basically stretching exercises, nothing complicated. I had risen from my sleep around five o’clock having gone to bed around nine, though I did watch some television for a short while. I went downstairs to use the wet room shower as it is easier to clean afterward. We always clean the showers after use, that is the walls and such and it keeps them looking at their best. It only takes a minute or so using the small squeegee so it isn’t any trouble at all. Once I’d had my shower I had some breakfast and finished well before six o’clock. I returned upstairs to dress. I didn’t do much until after lunch, except those exercises and in the afternoon E went to see her mom whilst our son went out for the day. I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. How many of you still own video tapes and players? I’ll wager most will have ceased using them long ago. We stopped using them once DVDs became popular and we started buying DVDs, that is E started buying them for I have little interest in them. Now she doesn’t bother with them either. We don’t have many discs, maybe about 80 and they don’t take up much space. We bought a cabinet, actually a bookcase if you like, and we stored the video tapes in it, some tapes had E’s television programs and films recorded on them and some were commercially produced films (or movies). They numbered well over a hundred though you could say the actual numbers of films recorded were probably more than five hundred. We kept them in that cabinet for years collecting dust. On Sunday evening I set about storing those tapes in two large cardboard boxes and placed them in one of the rooms in the cellar. Now all the recordings that remain in the cabinet are the DVDs and they all fit on the one shelf! There are five shelves. Now on Monday afternoon I decided to move that cabinet to another wall and re-arranged some other furniture and things at the same time. Nothing strenuous I might add and no heavy lifting either! One thing I hate is clutter, I like everything tucked away nicely if it has to remain. E is the complete opposite to me, she seems to revel in untidiness. What do they say about like poles repelling?

Shirley Anne

Deceiving day

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Waking Dream

Waking Dream (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I awoke on Saturday morning it was still before sunrise but I was still tired and went back to sleep. Normally I would remain awake but occasionally I can revert to sleep if I am that tired. I think the reason I awoke in the first place had something to do with the dream I had just experienced. Unfortunately I cannot remember much of that dream so I can’t add it to my dreams page above but I remember waking up with the last few seconds of that dream still in my thoughts. My curtains remain open during the night so I can see what the day is like as I wake up. It was dark and cloudy though at that time the sun was still below the horizon but even so it would have been bright had there been no clouds. When I again woke up a couple of hours later the sky was blue and the sun shone into the room. It remained that way for most of the day, bright and sunny. However, though it looked nice outside it was quite windy and cool which kind of spoiled it a little. The day before had been slightly less sunny but much warmer and I had taken a walk into the village to deposit some cash at the bank and continued the walk which took me down to the sea front via an indirect route. I had nothing else to do so I thought I would make the most of the fine weather and take some exercise at the same time. I had it in mind to do the same thing on Saturday afternoon. E would be out at her monthly meeting and I didn’t fancy just sitting at home but after I had checked the conditions I thought twice about it. It looked nice but it was too windy for me. Don’t misunderstand me here, I don’t stay indoors just because it is windy but I simply didn’t fancy fighting against the wind just for the exercise. I took some exercise on the treadmill instead and later spent a little time in the garden until I’d had enough of the wind.

Shirley Anne

What a difference!

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English: Path to the beach This footpath leads...

Path to the beach This footpath leads over the Marram Hills and onto the beach beyond. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It was a really bright and sunny day on Saturday but quite cool however. On Sunday it was theoretically warmer but cloudy. I went for a walk around 11 o’clock in the morning and discovered it was quite cold and misty during the two hours I was away from home. I was wearing suitably warm clothes so the chill in the air was no problem. I walked through the back streets through town and when I arrived in town itself I noticed there were many people walking toward the fairground with their children. A week or so earlier the fairground was still closed but around the end of March and the beginning of April it opens for the warmer seasons. Soon I found myself almost alone as I walked along the beach front. The tide was on its way out but the beach itself and the footpaths that have been formed through the Marram grass that grows there were still wet and puddled. An hour or so later the tide would be fully out. After a while I turned back homeward along the sea front and the traffic along the coastal road was beginning to get heavy. The speed limit along the road is 30 mph but several drivers were ignoring that as they sped toward town. I seems the rules don’t apply to them until they are involved in an accident. I was beginning to feel the need to visit the toilet when I was still a mile away from home so I decided to make a detour to the pub. I had to pass by a local caravan site which has recently been extended and landscaped. It was surprisingly full of caravans and mobile homes with people taking an Easter break I guess. I carried on by and on to the pub. Fortunately the pub was open and had been since noon as it is every day. There were a few cars in the car park which meant Sunday lunch was being served. The menu is A La Carte with quite a variety of dishes to choose from but I wasn’t there for a meal, not this time, I wanted to use the toilet. Normally I would never use the facilities of an establishment unless I was a guest there or purchasing something but as they know me as a regular customer I knew they wouldn’t object. I could have stopped for a meal I guess but I had left home without my purse. My intentions were to just go for a walk. Most times I do carry my purse and handbag wherever I am going. It was after 1 o’clock by the time I was back home but I wasn’t feeling hungry enough to have a meal. The day started to get brighter after 2 o’clock when the sun began to peek through the clouds occasionally. It remained cool but early Spring is never usually that warm anyway.

Shirley Anne

A better day

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English: Cucumber, celery & apple juice

English: Cucumber, celery & apple juice (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

After yesterday’s feelings of disinterest,  boredom and a couldn’t be bothered attitude I woke up on Sunday morning feeling more positive. I went for a shower, got dressed and was downstairs by eight-thirty. I had a simple breakfast of one large pear and a drink of natural fruit and vegetable juice. Yes you read that right, the drink consisted mostly of carrot juice with smaller percentages of apple and orange juices. The ingredients are squeezed under a high pressure to produce the juice. Nothing else is added, nothing at all and it is then sealed in an airtight plastic jar. I have to say the flavour was something to get used to but unless E can source some more I doubt it will be on the menu in future. She obtained a couple of free samples of these new drinks a few weeks ago but we left them refrigerated without trying any of them. We normally have similar drinks but they are solely made from fresh pressed fruit. Anyway that was breakfast. I wanted to get out into the lovely sunshine again but left doing that until late morning. I played guitar for some time and messed about on my computer, though I did spend some time reading The Bible on the computer and not just reading emails and such. My Bible sits on the coffee table in the lounge but most of the time I read it on-line as it is easier. Anyway by eleven-thirty I had put on my coat and was out of the front door to start my walk. This time I walked much further than I had done the previous day and I was beginning to feel a little hungry around one o’clock. I could have dined out somewhere but Sunday lunchtime in Southport is not my idea of an enjoyable meal whenever it is a warm and sunny day as most everywhere is packed with day-trippers and their children, something I prefer to avoid. I decided to head off to the pub on my way back home and I could have dined there but they were showing football on the television in the only place available, the bar area. I had a non-alcoholic beer and left for home. Surprisingly by the time I reached home I was no longer feeling hungry so I left-off eating until late afternoon. The first three days of the week would see me busy doing my electrical thing so I was glad I’d had the opportunity to take some quality leisure time for myself.

Shirley Anne