Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Knocking on at 90.......

I thought I would come back and change my profile picture, now I am starting on yet another decade. Unfortunately the software won't accept it so I have to put it in my post.

I got distracted by other things in 2009, and stopped blogging regularly, but I have been back once or twice since to make the odd comment. I always plan to take it up again, but each year that goes by makes it harder to do all the things you want to do, and still look after the shopping, cooking, eating, tidying up, paying the bills, and unscrambling the stupid confusions and cockups that seem to beset so many older people as the clarity of their focus dims a little. (Whew, what a long sentence!)

I set up this blog in 2005 saying that I would "tell it like it is" and that is still my intention. I would like to put in a link here to a post I made almost 10 years ago, but I am afraid I may mess it up. It is going to take me time to relearn the way to do this, as I am sure there must have been more than one update to the programme while I have been gone. So I will leave it to the next post ..... (if there is one).

Saturday, April 30, 2016

LOVE POEM - (without benefit of accents)



Love poem



Ya du noir tout au long des nuits

Ya du noir tous les chats sont gris

Ya du gris dans un ciel de pluie

Ya du gris dans les yeux de ma mie.



Ya du bleu tout au fond des cieux

Ya du bleu dans le fond d’tes yeux

Ya du vert dans l’printemps d’mon coeur

Ya du vert d’l’espoir du bonheur.



Ya de l’or dans l’reflet d’tes cheveux

Ya de l’or on dirait du feu

Ya du blanc dans le creux d’tes seins

Ya du blanc sur ta peau d’satin.



Ya ton rouge pour tacher mes levres

Ya ton rouge qui me donne la fievre

Ya l’argent qui n’fait pas l’bonheur

Ya d’l’argent qui choisit l’malheur.



Mais d’la joie y’a a plein ma tete

Toute en rire tout en fete

Mais l’amour y’en aura jusqu’a la fin des jours.

                            ~~~~~


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Monday, July 06, 2015

Charlie off to Bolivia today....lucky thing.
Posted by The Barn by Sarah Collins on Monday, 6 July 2015

Wednesday, April 01, 2015

April Fool ?




It's about 3 years since I stopped blogging here regularly. I have been busy, but I have missed it, and today I think I have found the right note on which to begin again. 

I am now 87, and a good deal slower and more wobbly than I was when I began this blog in 2005. Unfortunately, I have taken to falling over rather a lot in the last year or two, with a couple of tumbles which pretty much put me out of action, for a chunk of time I didn't want to miss. My GP has referred me to a local falls clinic, and today I went to be assessed for which of two exercise  classes would be suitable for me.

I arrived rather early and found the hall empty, but shortly a young man came in who had ‘INSTRUCTOR’ in large letters across his chest. I thought this looked promising, but was a bit confused by the fact that he was not only lean and muscled, but also long-haired, and covered from shoulders to fingertips in some pretty intricate and stylish tattoos.

I had expected, for assessment purposes, a nurse- or doctor-like figure, but this was more in the way of the ’personal trainer’ type, that causes such havoc in much of popular drama and fiction. Surely he wasn’t going to be looking after me, and the other rather wobbly looking lady who had joined me in the hall? But he was....

After I had filled in a form about how much I feared falling in various circumstances, he sat me down and began to ask me questions. He was gentle and easy to talk to, and I ceased to find him inappropriate to my situation. He then asked me to stand up, and proceeded to test my balance and flexibilty by putting me through various positions and moves. (No matter how I word it that sounds suspect - he never laid a hand on me). Suddenly I heard him say “Good Judith, nice hip movement” and I began to wonder if I was in an April Fool’s fantasy. It was all I could do not to burst into giggles.

I came home feeling rather jolly and lighthearted, instead of the awkward and anxious person who had set out.