Ok ….so this is it ….the last post (nothing to do with the war….I promise) in my year-of-the- blog.
This time last year I made a rash statement on social media that went something like ….. ‘today is the beginning of a 365page book …make it a good one‘… then it occurred to me that I could make it literal.
I’m not so sure that I would call it a ‘good book’, but …well it’s been an interesting journey. At this point I feel like there should be something profound or wise to write ….BUT in keeping with my original guidelines to be light, apolitical, positive (relatively speaking) and perhaps mildly amusing … I wont try too hard.
It’s been fun… at times a challenge….a good discipline…. and above all really insightful and interesting for me to stop and reflect on at least one thing I notice in a day. At the start I would never have imagined that there would be obstacles…like general anaesthetics, overseas travel, competing study and work commitments …and LIFE ..BUT I MADE IT !!!
362 of 365 days covered, with 2 days lost to the International Dateline and one day where I just lost my mind … momentarily.
Thank you to those who have been regular readers, or who have just popped in from time to time to have a peek around …this was never done with the intention of collecting an audience, but rather as a way to get some of the crazy words out of my head….and let you peek through the windows into my world where spoken words don’t flow easily. It’s great to know that a few ‘someones’ have taken the time to read the ramblings…and hopefully it has helped put a smile on a few or your ‘dials’.
From this point forward I’ll pop back from time to time, and write if there is something worthy of the words … meanwhile Happy New Year to you all ..I hope that 2015 is a gentle ride.
…Over and Out…
It would seem to some that I have a fascination with death, and I guess maybe it’s true to some extent, but not in a morbid or weird way…it’s more of a calm curiosity really.
Now, I will start by acknowledging that lots of people find the subject confronting, (so that’s the warning….do not pass go if you are in that boat) …..and maybe it’s because the only time they have needed to deal with death is when there is a family tragedy …however, I have been exposed in one way or another since I was a youngster.
I ‘cut my teeth’ on cemeteries around age 9 or 10 when, in the school holidays, I used to visit to read headstones and pick jonquils …..try suggesting THAT one to keep your kids amused over the summer break!
Anyway my point is that since then I have had a curious regard for graveyards and the people in them…., so when we stumbled across the snow covered Silver Valley Cemetery today I was disappointed to discover the gate was locked (was it to keep them in or us out? …..I’m not sure). I did learn that the date on the gate belies the truth, and that most of the residents had been laying around in there since the early 1800s.
However, my fascination doesn’t stop with the headstones….it’s more about the people and process of sending them off….In fact I did entertain the idea if becoming a funeral celebrant once….but that all changed when I lost my voice.. Then I wondered about a job in the embaling industry (at least I wouldn’t NEED to talk then)….but figured maybe for now I should stick with those folk who still have a heartbeat….after all they’re more of a challenge!
But, now..despite my ghoulish graveyard fascination ….I just need to add that I don’t plan on ending up in one …now or ever!!! So if anyone reading this happens to be around in 35 years when I might be feeling a little tired….please remember…’no boxes 6ft under for me’….just a hot fire, a windy day, and I’ll be on my way!!
Just when I thought I have become accustomed to the variety of ring tones and regular intrusion by mobile phones throughout the day…..I was ‘shocked that I was so shocked’ today when I heard a regular house phone ring.
There I was, in the shower of our hosts beautiful home, when the phone on the vanity cupboard beside me rang loud and clear…I wasn’t concerned about answering it (because that’s not what I do .) .but rather, I was reflecting on the urgency of the sound, and the fact that I never hear a house phone ring at all these days.
Ah …..the times they just keep changing.
Another Christmas day is done and I’m feeling…tired…content….overfed and loved!
Merry Christmas to all…and to all a goodnight!!!
….what better time that Christmas Eve to decide it’s time for a hair cut?…
It might not seem like a big deal to some (mainly men, I’m guessing)….but those of you who share my anxiety about breaking in a ‘new hairdresser’ will understand my dilemma. Having little or no voice is always a challenge in a noisy salon, but add to that very little shared language ….well, let’s just say….it was destined to be ‘fun’.
I’m happy to say…..a few wines, plenty of laughs and lots of gesticulation later … the job was done and it was perfect ! High 5’s all round …BUT the bonus came when my payment was refused with a fabulous smile and Joyeux Noel from the gorgeous Isabelle.
Just another Christmas miracle…..