Not much to write about. My back has suddenly given up, think it was spinning some yellow wool yesterday, the different way of sitting. I sit in a three sided cocoon, to the right is the sewing machine on its table, in front of me is my larger table with computer screen and to the left my spinning wheel.
This afternoon I go to a talk on 'Legends from Lindisfarne' which should be interesting. These talks at the Folklore Centre get plenty of people. Also I have been deserted (once more) as daughter and Andrew off to Germany this morning to visit Andrew's relatives in Munich for a few days.
Andrew who is the most affable person you are likely to meet, spends some of his evenings on the computer to the young children in Munich teaching them how to programme.
What else, I have just read the most comprehensive blow by blow, or at least date by date of the horrendous would be takeover of Canada by Trump. I cannot say America because I believe if American people were to read the document they would be horrified. Carney seems the man for the job, his ex job as the chair of the Bank of England should give him some leeway in the fight against the loathsome three.
Things I miss: Lazy spaniels who can't be arsed to open their Xmas presents.
Roses in their state of supreme loveliness
Also miss the grandchildren as children. As the first marriage of the oldest takes place this summer. Got my dress but can't find shoes. Cottage is booked for the whole family to come down to a civil wedding. I am blessed.
While we still do things, we don't see it as doing things like when we were younger. That is just how it is when you are older. You have planned your dress and lippy colour for the wedding, just not the shoes yet. You'll get there and look fab.
ReplyDeleteWell I am looking for a more dignified older person look Andrew ;)
DeleteI try to avoid nostalgia in the "tearful longing to be back" sense, but just now and again I wish we could have our time again. I am not sure just when I would choose, it seems to vary.
ReplyDeleteI have no longing to be back Tasker, quite happy that a lot of my life is over and just glad to be alive but I do know which portion of my life I would love to have back.
ReplyDeleteMy country is in the hands of horrible, horrible people as you know, Thelma.
ReplyDeleteLooking back is both happy and sad but I'm always amazed at how quickly it has flown by and is still zooming along. I often wonder how long I will live.
Don't worry about it Ellen just enjoy. As for the horrible men they to will soon disappear; the mess they leave behind I am not too sure about.
DeleteThat is a very nice line 'grown into old age unwittingly.' I can barely stand to look at the photo albums of my grown children when they were young, I miss those kids.
ReplyDeleteThere may be promises of grandchildren though to watch and see grow up.
ReplyDeletefancy rose that one is...... and i like your bantam photo... classic chooks pic where they refuse to cooperate with a camera!!
ReplyDeleteI used to keep the common brown hens for eggs so the bantams were like having little peacocks strolling around, not so friendly as the big hens.
Delete"I have grown into old age unwittingly." Yes, indeed. I barely recognize the old face in my mirror----only look there long enough to brush my teeth or comb my hair, otherwise a sense of unrecognition.
ReplyDeleteLooking back to childhood--not perfect by any reckoning, but still good. I wish I could distill the essence of memories into something I could share: the sights and sounds, the seasons of growing up in a rural setting. But then, are such 'memoirs' of meaning to anyone not of that era?
Sitting 'wrong' to do something like sewing or typing--or reading--most anything in fact-- seems to cause backs to 'go out.' Do they ever go 'back in?' A rhetorical question of course, but what an aggravation!
I think my back relates to the cold weather and I sit awkwardly Sharon, it will eventually go after a few days. As for being old, I am quite happy about that. I don't worry so much for a start and there is a privilege to watching the next generations grow up. The only thing that mithers* me is the present situation in America and I am sure that will resolve itself eventually.
Delete*mithering - make a fuss, moan. Notice it is not in the American words I am presented to with every day.