A Dentist and her Dental assistant (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Although I had taken a two-week sabbatical from my electrical work I did get a couple of jobs which I took on. It was now Wednesday, the day my advert would re-appear in the mid-week print of my local newspaper so I expected the calls to start coming in and I wasn’t let down. Wednesday was a cold, dry and sunny day, a day to be outside working in the garden but I had a dental appointment just before noon and had no intentions of doing any work either in the morning or at any time in the day. I was too tired, even a little too tired to be driving to the dentists surgery but I had to. I was having some cosmetic work done and thought the dentist would have done it all on the one visit as he had said he would but he didn’t, I had to arrange another appointment on 24th of the month to have the rest done. I paid the price for the two sessions and left. It was now almost twelve-thirty and I decided to eat out. I wasn’t dressed for work, I was smartly dressed so took the opportunity to treat myself to a meal in pleasant surroundings for a change. I didn’t much fancy driving home and cooking a meal there anyway. To be honest I wasn’t feeling at my best, still tired and wanting simply to rest. I dined alone, something I hadn’t done for quite some time and perhaps I should do more often. At the moment E and I are not on speaking terms anyway so dining alone it would have to be anyhow. The problem I have is deciding where to dine for there are so many to choose from. I went to a place about two miles from home where E and I sometimes go for the food and service there are excellent. It isn’t expensive either. Whilst I was at the surgery I received a couple of requests for my electrical services and made arrangements to do the work later. I was happy to get the work for my disposable cash reserve was by now very low, especially after paying the dentist and dining out. I wanted to purchase some plants for the flowerbed I have been working on and needed the extra cash to do that. I never break into my savings to pay for my domestic projects though when I retire any work I might do and need cash for will have to come out of what’s left at the end of the month from my pensions. After my meal I drove home and rested for the rest of the day. I would be out at work the following morning. Hopefully I would be fully rested by then.
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
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!
‘Downloading updates 1 of 141 do not unplug or turn off your computer’, you’ve all seen this message or something similar on your computer screen for earlier versions of Windows. Since having Windows 7 re-installed on my old laptop all I have been getting when I am about to switch it off are messages like these. One or two is fine but almost every time I have switched off my machine during the last few days I get this message. At first it was 6 updates then 10 then 141, a further 40, then 6 and even more after these. Now I would have expected to see some difference in using the computer but there isn’t one, at least one that I would notice. I decided to check just exactly what had been uploaded and saw a long list of items seemingly all to do with the operating system. I then checked all the installed programs to see if anything had changed there. I discovered that quite a number of programs had been added. Some are games, some are Microsoft’s own programs like Live Messenger, Movie Maker, Office Powerpoint and others all of which I will probably never use but here’s the rub, one day I might have to, why?
Well in the great scheme of things Microsoft change their software to make it impossible to do certain things that have been traditionally easy to do by taking away functionality. This means extra software has to be purchased in order to do some of the simple tasks that could have been done just using the Windows platform. For instance, on my new laptop which runs Windows 10 Microsoft has made it impossible to open my files and preview them, they have also filed my photographs in a different way by default and are also not easily located. These things seem minor but at the end of the day it appears that we are being manipulated to using software their way. In society this is the thin end of a large wedge. Has it escaped your notice that the way we shop or do anything else is slowly changing? One day there will be no cash and we will have to use smart technology to buy anything, to get directions, to dine out and to do almost everything that we do. We will be under the control of those who produce the technology and the software that controls it. Think I am being paranoid? Perhaps I am but human beings are meant to be free, not slaves to machinery and technology just to live out our lives. I think I would prefer life to remain a little difficult rather than having to rely upon computers, smart phones, contactless debit cards et al.
A Scenery Like Me (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In conversations with people I am asked why it is I do not go out of my way to fly off somewhere warm and sunny sometimes. Why is it that I actually like the climate where I live? Well it is alright flying off to exotic places and getting burned by the sun, bitten by the local insects or being uncomfortable with my clothes sticking to my body due to excessive perspiration but I have to return to a cooler climate later. It isn’t that I don’t like flying off somewhere or that I don’t wish to visit somewhere new, it is more that I just cannot be bothered with it all. I have done my share of flying to be sure but the novelty has worn off somewhat these last few years. Am I bothered, do I really care? The short answer is no. For some people their annual two weeks in the sunshine is a must and they spend thousands of pounds doing it. It is their prerogative, their money, their time but for me it matters not that I go or don’t go. I don’t feel I am missing out if I choose to stay at home. There are many folk who cannot afford the luxury of flying off to foreign parts but I am sure many would like to. Similarly many would not. Life isn’t about jetting off to sunny climes and in fact whenever I do go places these days, which is not often, I am usually going to meet people rather than to admire the scenery. In my mind one place is no different from another and the more important reason for travel is to meet people. I like scenery but it is soon forgotten. Some of it is pretty but inhospitable, nice to look at but not to live in. What is the point in admiring mountain ranges that are merely backdrops to civilization. No-one wants to live up a mountain and be uncomfortable doing so. Mountains and lakes, rivers and streams can only be seen when we take the time to do it. We live our lives among people and our daily lives and activities are centred around what we are doing, not the scenery surrounding us. How many times do we look at something before we hardly notice it is there and does it really matter what our surroundings to enjoy life? I prefer to surround myself with people rather than scenery which is but transitory.
Whenever I am feeling tired this song plays in my mind. Hardly surprising I suppose. I think my lifestyle is catching up on me though, the work I mean. Over the last couple of days I have felt drained and not wanting to do anything that means getting out of an armchair yet at the same time I am ready to work and go out of my way to do it. The strange thing is that when I am working I feel great. It is only when I stop do I feel tired. I am at my best when doing some work. Over the weekend just passed I had done next to nothing, the only exception was the planting of some flowers in the new flowerbed and in fact E did half the work anyway. It must have taken us a whole ten minutes! So on Monday morning I was glad that I had an electrical job to do about a mile from home. Actually it was a few small jobs rather than just the one. They didn’t take me long to do and I spent more time chatting with the lady than what I had spent doing the work. It pretty much took up the morning and I was home for lunch. A few weeks ago whilst sitting on the throne in the new bathroom upstairs I noticed that one of the lights flickered when first turned on and I forgot all about it until last Monday and as I had some spare time I investigated the matter. I found that the cable connections could be tightened and I think that was the problem for the light seems okay now after my tightening them up. That took a whole five minutes too. I was bored. I am waiting for an improvement in the weather so that I can construct the other two flowerbeds on the patio. I am waiting for an opportunity to start refurbishing one of the bedrooms but until my two sons let me know what of their possessions stored in there do they actually want to keep! We need a small skip (dumpster) to dump some of it, beds, chairs, cases, all sorts of rubbish no longer required. So I have things to do but cannot do them and in the meantime…………………….
(Plain) Flour and (lite) milk. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
As I write this on Thursday afternoon I have had no electrical job offers that I am willing to take on-board since last Thursday and no work therefore since last Friday. Swings and roundabouts of course and I may yet get requests before this week is out. One good thing to come out of this, or maybe two good things would be the nice long break and a chance to really rest from my labours and to know what it would be like to be fully retired. I am not interested in the latter as such and I know that whilst I am fit and healthy I shan’t be idle once I do decide to retire from my formal occupation. For someone who doesn’t much care for travel and going places just because they are there or spending my whole later life roaming about like a hedonistic modern-day gypsy, I need to be doing something else instead. As I like working with my hands I know there will always be something for me to do, as long as I am fit and able. Besides I am more or less done with roaming for the sake of it except for taking the occasional break should I feel the need. Thankfully now the weather is slowly improving, the sun has been shining a lot over the past week raising my mood as it does. Funny how sunshine promotes activity, of any kind. More opportunities for outdoor pursuits or work, whichever of those I choose to do will keep me occupied. I have been offered work though but they have either been not cost-effective to do or they have been too far afield or too large for someone of my age. I tire of life sometimes, not the living of it but the things we all are expected to do living in a modern society. Jumping off the merry-go-round, the treadmill or getting out of the rat race would suit me fine but alas I am stuck with it. Once in the system, always in the system. The less of that system’s effect on my life the better as far as I’m concerned. For the time being I am expecting to get through this week work free…………….maybe. So what else did I do on Thursday afternoon? I cleaned the windows at the front of the house from the outside. They can be cleaned from the inside as they open inwards but reaching the fixed windows above, at least downstairs, are best done from the outside. They needed a hose pipe and a squeegee for they were heavily soiled and the higher ones had to be reached from a ladder. The sun was drying them as fast as I could wet them! Soon I was back indoors and baking some more scones having to use baking powder in the mix having discovered we had no self-raising flour but only plain flour. Adding a little baking powder to a self-raising flour mix makes them rise even more. E had been out shopping with her mum and can always tell when I have been baking in her absence, the house is filled with a lovely aroma.
Narcissus ‘Cheerfulness’. Real Jardín Botánico, Madrid (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Many a time I have been told that I am a cheerful soul despite some of the things that have turned my world upside down, especially in the last twenty years. I could attribute my cheerfulness to many things I suppose but the real reason is the in-dwelling of The Holy Spirit, the joy in the knowledge of my salvation in Jesus Christ. I am given to the disposition of cheerfulness because I know I cannot change things that cannot be changed but strive to change those which can be instead. On Thursday I made it my business to take the day off work despite the requests for my services. I was able to have extra time in bed, something foreign to my normal lifestyle. Being honest I have to confess that I was tired but even so five hours sleep is usually enough for me. I managed to stay asleep for six hours before the urgency to visit the toilet awakened me. However I returned to bed and put in another four hours before I finally stirred again. Whilst going about the business of getting ready for the day I received a call from an American guy asking if I would do some electrical work for him. He rejected the price I gave him for the proposed work as he said the job should be easy. Well of course the job should be easy but they seldom work out that way. No matter, he seemed to be the expert! I assumed he found someone to do it for next to nothing. A few minutes later I received another call from a local girl wanting my electrical services and that job I will be doing (as I write this) on Saturday morning and Monday afternoon (she is moving house). At least the calls came late in the morning so as not to disturb my sleep which is usually the case when I want a lie-in. I had a doctor‘s appointment at two-thirty to discuss the findings of an X-ray I’d had two weeks ago. I knew beforehand what the diagnosis would be and it was confirmed to me. Being as it was Thursday, E would be doing the weekly shop but this week she had to go alone as her mum has been in hospital for a couple of days because of a problem she was having with abdominal pain. It isn’t a life-threatening condition as far as we know and hopefully it isn’t but any medical problems at her age can be a cause for concern. So it is with us all and myself being as I am now sixty-nine I have to expect one problem or another occasionally. Anyway E drove me to the surgery before continuing on to do the shopping. When we are young we think we are invincible but as we grow older we realise that we are not. My newly acquired condition was, according to my doctor, probably brought about by my long life at work. I have the beginnings of osteoarthritis. It is the result of a wearing down of the cartilage between the joints in my fingers, more so in my right hand as I am right-handed. I know there is nothing that can be done to reverse the condition so I accept it. The doctor was surprised at my easy-going reaction. As I say, I can’t change things that cannot be changed so why worry about it? As long as I can play my guitar, and I am still able, I shall be content. I left the surgery soon afterwards and walked the short distance into the village to make a cash deposit at my bank. It is just as well I save when I can as my youngest son had asked me earlier in the day if I could lend him some money to help him with a cash-flow problem he was having. He is to repay me later. Where have I heard that one before? Leaving the bank I walked across the road to the chemists to collect the prescription my doctor had forwarded electronically to them. Paper prescriptions are becoming a thing of the past. I collected the gel the doctor had prescribed to reduce the swelling in my hand and started back home on foot. It was still wet, cold and windy on Thursday, bracing weather as they say. I was prevented from continuing my journey by the level-crossing barriers that had just closed off the road. I spoke with a lady who was visiting our town for the afternoon and she was telling me about the conditions near the Promenade which is exposed to the westerly winds. Well Southport is windy at the best of times as it sits right on the coast facing the Irish Sea. The train left the station, the barriers lifted and I continued home with the wind in my face. I was feeling very happy and contented, a cheerful soul indeed.
Hohner Super Chromonica, a typical 12-hole chromatic harmonica, sometimes called a mouth organ, which Smith gave to Lennon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I get to meet all kinds of people in my work as an electrician. I meet rich, poor, in between, generous, mean, pleasant and unpleasant people too, everyone is different. A few days ago I visited an Irish woman who wanted me to install a floodlight to light up her rear garden. After much discussion and me trying to explain what was involved together with the approximate cost she eventually agreed for me to do the job this coming Friday. I have done work for her and her husband on a couple of occasions in the past so they know my standard of work. On this visit I spoke only with her as her husband was in bed because of the shift-work he does. Although she is a very pleasant woman I feel she has difficulty in understanding even the basic things about the job I will be doing. I found I had to repeat myself often each time I answered her questions. I like to give a brief explanation of any work that I am doing for anyone so they will be in no doubt as to what is involved. Many people have very little understanding of what is involved when they ask me to do work for them and are often surprised once the work starts. Anyway this lady seemed happy enough with my proposal and I left. I had just returned home on Thursday after working in someone else’s apartment when the house phone rang and it was the Irish woman calling to ask a question regarding the light fitting I had been asked to install. Evidently her neighbour has four similar fittings which, according to him, are all faulty having only been installed for twelve months. I reassured her that the light I will be fitting comes with a three-year guarantee but like anything else we purchase there is no guarantee that it will last as long as we expect. Many things last far longer than we expect too. She is worrying unnecessarily but that is the way she is. I am to go ahead with the work as planned. Now the apartment I had been working in on Thursday morning was occupied by a husband and wife and they were also as pleasant as could be. I was to remove two ceiling lights replacing them with a fan and light combination, one in the lounge and the other in the bedroom. He had become blind a couple of years ago soon after retiring from work but was keen and eager to render any assistance I might need. His wife also wanted to lend a helping hand if needed. I gave him the job of fitting the metal brackets to the fan blades which he found no difficulty in doing. He even held the heavy fan unit in place whilst I made the electrical connections though he didn’t have to. Of course most of the work I could do by myself, even all of it but I didn’t want to disappoint him by refusing his help and her help too! When he wasn’t helping me he played his banjo and his mouth organ (harmonica). He also had a guitar which he was learning to play along with the banjo but the mouth organ he had been playing for forty years. When I had completed the work we sat down with a coffee and chatted, then I asked if I could try his guitar and they were eager for me to do that. I began playing a couple of songs and he joined in with his mouth organ. Soon the three of us were making merry and singing along with the instruments! Sometimes when I meet people like these I get invited to return just for a coffee and a chat and so it was with this couple. I told them I might just do that and bring along my guitar too. It appears that the guy is trying to get some other folk who live in the same apartments to meet up with their instruments and have a jam session on a Friday morning each week. Sounds like a great idea to me. Funny isn’t it that some people are so introverted and others the complete opposite. Everyone is different.
Cappuccino (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I slept in on Saturday morning, something of a treat for me for a change but I must have needed the extra sleep. After dressing I placed some laundry in the washing machine before going into the garden to check the drain pipe connection for the main bathroom. I was in two minds about removing the old lead connecting pipe that served the toilet pan but decided against it for that day. I will need a dry day and one that isn’t windy in order to remove it and brick up the resulting hole. Although Saturday was an ideal day to do that work it was already 11.30 by the time I went downstairs. E hadn’t dressed yet so I asked her if she would like to go out and we could grab a cappuccino coffee in town and just chill out for a change. She agreed so we went back upstairs, she to dress and me to change into something more becoming for a trip to town as I had dressed in my everyday working clothes. I hadn’t eaten so was feeling hungry. We took E’s car and she asked where we were going to which I replied to just drive north through the town centre until I indicated otherwise. I had it in mind to forgo the coffee shop in preference to a meal so we drove out to a favourite restaurant. There were few people there and we were able to sit next to the open fireplace they have burning during the colder months. I had the three course option whilst E settled for the main and dessert only. We both had soft drinks, water and lime and soda and afterwards we enjoyed the large cappuccino we had promised ourselves earlier. We drove back homeward along the same route hoping we might park somewhere in town and perhaps spend a little time there followed by another cappuccino in ‘Neros’ but it was impossible to find a suitable parking place close by and as E isn’t as mobile as she was we decided to drive on home. I don’t expect to be getting many calls for work this week after the newspaper not printing my advert but I have work scheduled for Thursday which will be more than enough financially speaking. As it happens the only time I had available this week was Monday and Friday (as yet). Yesterday, Tuesday, I had a dental appointment mid-morning and we dined out in the afternoon. Today we will be attending the funeral of our dear departed neighbour and afterwards we are invited to the gathering in a local pub for refreshments. I guess not having the advert printed for this week (that is last Wednesday to this Wednesday) was a blessing in disguise. I am keen to continue with the bathroom project but I am glad for the chance to take a break too.
Written by Regina Brett, 52 years old, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland, Ohio.
“To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I’ve ever written.”
Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.
When in doubt, just take the next small step.
Life is too short – enjoy it.
Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and family will.
Pay off your credit cards every month.
You don’t have to win every argument. Stay true to yourself.
Cry with someone. It’s more healing than crying alone.
It’s OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.
When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present.
It’s OK to let your children see you cry.
Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn’t be in it.
Everything can change in the blink of an eye, but don’t worry, God never blinks.
Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.
Get rid of anything that isn’t useful. Clutter weighs you down in many ways.
Whatever doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.
It’s never too late to be happy. But it’s all up to you and no one else.
When it comes to going after what you love in life, don’t take no for an answer.
Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
Over prepare, then go with the flow.
Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.
The most important organ is the brain.
No one is in charge of your happiness but you.
Frame every so-called disaster with these words ‘In five years, will this matter?’
Always choose life.
What other people think of you is none of your business.
Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
Believe in miracles.
God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn’t do.
Don’t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
Growing old beats the alternative of dying young.
Your children get only one childhood.
All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s, we’d grab ours back.
Envy is a waste of time. Accept what you already have, not what you need
The best is yet to come…
No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.”
I thought this something really worth thinking about
- 45 Ways to Achieve Bliss (jacktscully.wordpress.com)
No I am not about to talk about electricity generation and supply but for those who don’t know, electricity is generated not as a single live and a neutral but as three live conductors or three phases.
A neutral which though not specifically generated, is derived. It gets complicated from here so this is where I shall stop. In case you are wondering what I am jabbering about they call the live conductors ‘phases’. Lately I have been visiting my local pub fairly regularly and dining there on occasion. Basically I go there for the company and not the alcohol because Shirley Anne has been an alcohol-free zone now for nine months. I have always gone to the pub for company and as I am at present devoid of company at home my visits have been more frequent but nevertheless I have periods where I don’t wish to go to the pub, usually because I cannot be bothered. I might go there for weeks then cease going for weeks depending on how I feel. Each time I revisit after a spell of not going there I am quizzed as to the reasons why. I am obviously missed, actually I know I am for so many people tell me. I suppose with me it is a case of boredom for I tend to get bored with things after a while, I go through phases of not wanting to do anything at all! My workload goes through phases too, presently I am in the mountains so to speak after a spell of walking in the valleys. I never really get bored with work, any work, it has always been that way for me. I am at my best when going something so it is very hard for me if I have nothing to do. That does not mean that I want to work all the time, I like a rest from it like anyone else or at least a change by doing something else. I guess my life is full of phases that I go through, some good, some not so good but I have to endure them all. If I were asked what specific things in life make me happy I would probably say everything as long as I am not bored doing them! I am easily pleased though, so it doesn’t take much to please me.
Der Loyalitätskreislauf (Marketing, E-Marketing) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have been getting quite a few invitations in a round about sort of way to watch this video or that video on ways to make money on-line. People tell me, their blogs tell me, that they earn a lot of money for just a few hours on the computer and that they can have the lifestyle they want as a result. Less work and more play seems to be the theme. To be frank I am bored with such sneaky advertising. I hate advertising at the best of times and get me on a bad day and I begin to fume! I am not interested in get rich quick schemes or any other method of making quick cash for doing next to nothing. I am proud to say that I have worked hard all my life and thoroughly enjoyed my work because at the end of the day I produced something for someone else. I still do on occasion. To be honest I am not interested in having loads of time to myself to do things I don’t want to do or will get bored doing them after a while like sightseeing, lazing on a beach, hanging around and living a hedonistic life. I get bored very easily unless I have something to do and I don’t mean sitting at a computer. I am the restless type but not for roaming about looking for an interest to keep me occupied, I have enough of those already. I don’t wish to spend my life, what’s left of it, wandering all over the world either, I’ve done all that stuff but yearned to get back home after a short time. I am quite happy as I am living in a country whose weather is something of a yo-yo affair where the temperatures swing from freezing in the winter to boiling hot in the summer. So you see I have no need for the lifestyle that seems appropriate for others who like to do little work messing about on a computer for a few hours and get paid, probably too much, for doing it and probably at the expense of others. No doubt I’ll lose some followers now but I hope not.
Extension leaders drilling in physical exercise in middies and bloomers, …
With all the hard work I’ve been doing at home lately I’ve not really had the chance nor even felt like taking some exercise on the treadmill. I have been out on my bike a couple of times though and I have managed to take some exercise on the treadmill but not as much as I would like. I cannot overdo things however, that would be stupid. On Sunday morning after a nice extra lie in bed I dressed for some exercise on the treadmill and went straight to it. I surprise myself sometimes. Not thinking I would manage much I found the opposite to be true! As long as I don’t leave it too long between sessions on the treadmill I find I can pretty much take off where I left it. I found the same to be true when doing outdoor running too, often going far more than I’d anticipated. I suppose it is down to stamina. At the moment I am building up my stamina through hard work most of the time. Use it or lose it is the key phrase. Sitting on one’s butt and stuffing one’s face with food may be some people’s idea of living it up but it’s not mine much as I like doing those things sometimes. No, I discipline myself and try to do what is sensible, after all it is only myself who will suffer any consequences of a bad lifestyle. I think I am quite a fit person for my age, in fact I know I am. There are not many women my age who could do what I do physically speaking. I know many women my age who really look their age as they say and lack the stamina I have. Many are far too overweight and it is usually down to the way they have lived their lives. They have all sorts of physical ailments which a normal healthy person doesn’t have and they suffer as a result. I wonder why people choose to be they way they are, for it is a lifestyle choice. A week or so ago E and I were in a carvery having lunch, well dinner to be precise when we noticed a couple of, shall we say, ‘extra-large’ women. They were so large they had to sit on the lounge furniture away from the main dining area. Now you would think they might have limited their meal to something small or even a salad but no, their meals looked twice the size of mine! On another occasion three rather large people came into the same carvery with a child, two women and one man. The women filled their plates to capacity and the man likewise but he left the table after finishing his meal and returned a couple of minutes later with another plate full of food! He even complained that he couldn’t have extra meat unless he paid for it! One can eat as much vegetables as one likes in these establishments but very few take up that offer, I mean isn’t one plate of food enough? Apparently not for some people though.
English: Liverpool Waterfront at Sunrise – Dave Wood, Liverpool Pictorial Source: I created this work entirely by myself. Author: Scouserdave
Over the last week it has been gloriously sunny and warm here in the county of Lancashire where I live. For administration purposes only, so the authorities tell us, we are part of Merseyside but it’s all for political reasons. Once I could say that I lived in Merseyside because I was born and raised in Liverpool, the main city there and I lived there for twenty-seven years before moving twice northward to Freshfield in Formby and then to Southport where I live now. Southport is physically on the west coast of Lancashire. It is equidistant from the cities of Liverpool to the south and Preston to the north and we have a Preston post code but still are locally a part of the Merseyside administration! I digress. I visit Liverpool on occasion but rarely do I visit Preston. Over the last week I have remained for the most part at home working in the garden on my projects behind the garages and despite all the lovely warm and sunny weather that work has been carried out almost totally in the shade. In any case I have been working in overalls (coveralls) so I haven’t exposed myself to much sunshine. I am pleased about that because although I like the weather warm and sunny but not too warm and sunny, I don’t like sunbathing and getting my skin burned. I much prefer the shade with just the intermittent ventures into the sun. Whilst out on my bike or out walking I don’t have much choice but in those circumstances I keep my skin covered as best I can wearing sun lotion on parts that I cannot or don’t wish to cover in order to keep myself cool. Some people love the sunshine and sunbathing but I am not one of them. I went to a house last week to do some electrical work there and the lady of the house was well sun-tanned but her skin wasn’t in a really nice condition, it was wrinkly and pock-marked. She was a little younger than myself but looked much older because of too much sunbathing. We all need sunshine for the production of vitamin D in our skin as the vitamin cannot be sourced easily through our diet but we don’t need to over-expose ourselves to get it. Personal choices of course but I still prefer to sit in the sunshine beneath a canopy and do so when out on the patio. If I have to sit in the sun I keep it to my rear and keep myself covered. This week is going to be a little cooler and to be honest I prefer it that way.