Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Then I have a little pocket notebook which fits in my dressing-gown pocket and goes up and downstairs with me night and morning. All my great thoughts during wakeful nights, or on first waking, go in there, and in theory everything is attended to during the day before it goes upstairs again at night. But I'm afraid there are always some jobs left undone, and then they have to be ringed round so they can be picked out as I turn back the pages to see what I've missed.
Also any long kind of job that needs to be undertaken, such as clearing my husband's house, or going through his papers, has to be sort of consolidated from time to time with a list, showing what's been done and what is still to do. (This sort of list at its best serves also as a source of information for other members of the family.) Such lists may be updated several times before finally being scrapped.
However, reading lists have never proved very successful, I'm sorry to say - they never seem to get to the library with me. And shopping lists, too, seem often to get left at home in a most unhelpful way. Before long I may need a list reminding me to get up, eat three square meals, and go to bed again. Ah! me .......
Sunday, January 06, 2008
My second son is a committed fisherman, and although he now mostly flyfishes for salmon, there was a time when he was an enthusiastic carp man. When, in 1998, I came across this reproduction in a magazine of one of David Koster's paintings, I knew instantly that I wanted to get a print of it for my son. However, I could not find an easy way of going about it (I did not have a computer then), and I am nothing if not lazy. But I kept the magazine picture.
When it arrived it was yet another colour, pale and washed-out-looking to my eyes, and I was frankly disappointed. This third picture is my photograph of the actual print, but my camera too is misleading, as it shows more colour than is seen by the naked eye.
The moral of the story obviously is: if you are going to buy art, buy it in person, not through the medium of press, internet or camera. Also, the gallery did point out that Koster produces his own handmade limited edition prints, so that there is always the possibility of variations in the colouring.
The gallery was prepared to take back the print, but I decided to take a chance with it. I showed it to my son without telling him the story of my disappointment, and he instantly wanted it. Just as well - it wasn't cheap!
Footnote :: As for me, I like any of these three reproductions better than the original!
Saturday, January 05, 2008
That is heady stuff, which I repeat shamelessly because I have been so astonished to find such words in my comments box. But I don't mind being shameless, and I have undertaken to write openly of my feelings here. This is my way of acknowledging what unexpected gifts I have received, in return for the effort I have put into my blogging.
Further, the things my readers have written are a confirmation for me that old people do have a value 'at large', if they can find a way of expressing it, and so should not be overlooked or disregarded. We need to know this, as we become physically more tired and frail - it helps to keep us going!!! And through my blog and your comments you are helping me to say so to other oldies.
So I say thank you, thank you so much, for the things you have written, all of you, which comfort and enrich my mind, my heart, and my blogging.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
There would be special workshops, and exercises and interactions and treatments - obviously given free by volunteers; it would have to be run on a 'give and receive' principle - and everybody would be entitled to one Inner Peace day off from work a year in order to attend the Centre.
How's that for an idea?
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than on fears based on past experience
An unmistakable ability to enjoy each moment
A loss of interest in judging other people
A loss of interest in interpreting the actions of others
A loss of interest in conflict.
A loss of the ability to worry - this is a very serious symptom
Frequent, overwhelming episodes of appreciation
Contented feelings of connectedness with others and nature
Frequent attacks of smiling
An increasing tendency to let things happen rather than make them happen
An increased susceptibility to the love extended by others as well as the uncontrollable urge to love them back