I have made this logo because I do not wish to be given awards by my peers. I understand their good intentions and am pleased that they have chosen me for an Award. But I have not the time or the inclination to be burdened with the extra work that comes with an Award. So if any blogger feels the same way they are welcome to save this picture and put it in an Image Widget on their sidebar. So join me in an Award Free Blog.
It has been two months since my laptop and I set our eyes upon one another. During this time we have spent many hours together in getting to know one another and exploring the worlds of google and blogland. I have spent many hours exploring “her” innermost secrets. Generally my laptop has been submissive and lets me do what “she” wants me to do to her. “She” gets dusty at times and “she” enjoys a good rub down and polish. Looking through her large rectangular eye (“she” says thanks) “she” has taken me all over the real world from the Indian Ocean to the shores of the Pacific. “She” has led me into peoples’ homes, lives, pains and dreams. “She” has allowed me to communicate with anyone I wish and at any time day or night.
Sometimes “she” has taken over my real life. I have to walk away from “her” to enter the real world and do real things such as washing, feeding and doing the chores. I sometimes have to leave “her” to talk to real people. I know “she” gets jealous, for as soon as I am doing something in the real world “she” calls me back to her, telling me that there is an email or comment I need to look at through her “eye”. So the lapdog returns swiftly to the laptop to see what’s cooking. “She” allows me to talk through “her” to let out my recent thoughts and ideas through blogland to all sorts of people in parts of the world I would never visit or see in my life time.
So am I in a relationship with “her”? Are we forming a “friendship”? Or am I being led astray, away from the real realities of life? But the real realities of life are to be found through “her”. Two worlds collide and I am in both.
I think on the whole, my laptop is a blessing
I am now 65, an official old age pensioner. I am now allowed to say anything I like without being PC any more. I can be looked at by others as being an old fool, grumpy old fool or “his mind is going”. Fantastic! My body may be at the junkyard door but my mind is as active and alert as a 21 year old. As the saying goes; you’re as young as the woman you feel. As I am talking about being young I have a few ideas about children and as I’m an “old fool” I am going to say what I want. Brilliant! I’m enjoying this.
All children from birth to 21 years old are little people, right? No, wrong!! They are metamorphic alien species. Babies have two heads and one is invisible to the viewer. The first head is the smiley, googley, bubble bubble, smelly nice head which suddenly turns into the screaming, manipulative, sickly, smelly one. The baby then changes into an exploding, leaking child.
You have a nice tidy room with a child in the centre. Leave the room and return a few minutes later and it’s like a bomb has gone off. Well, I’ll tell you now that that child IS a walking hand grenade. Toys are everywhere. These toys are in pieces, a plastic wheel on the sofa, a half chewed lego block on the TV, a Jack and Jill book pushed into the DVD player. The whole room is someone else’s, a total shambles. Beneath the wreckage are the fingerprints of chocolate mixed with paint on the walls, chairs, cat and dog. Then they change again into the most horrendous alien specie: The Teenager.
This specie only speaks a few phrases; “Why me?”, “What for?”, “I’m bored!”,”I hate you!””I’m broke”, “I want a Xboxipadlaptop,all my friends have one”. There are a few more but as a pensioner I get bored easily. A teenager alien hates and loves the same person, wants it’s friend’s boy/girl friend and sleeps till noon. Only works if threatened with grounding. And threatens to die if it has to wear THAT!
So that’s my thoughts on children. Now where is my grumpy head ?
I am not normally into fashion. My sister Janet (1949-2006)(she’s holding the camera in the Common Courtesy post)…my sister Janet definitely was. As most families in the 1960’s there was not a lot of money available to buy clothes especially for disco nights. Every week she had to have a new dress. Minis were in vogue. Most women’s magazines contained patterns and if she liked a dress it would be hand made and converted to a mini skirt/dress. It normally took a couple of hours for her to run up a new dress. This one took three weeks. It was a wool hand knitted purple net mini dress. Disco night. “Can you see my bra and pants?” “No” I replied, “but if you are worried slip a petticoat on”. “No, it’s too hot in there” and out she flounced to the taxi full of other girls picked up on the way to the Babalu at Ryde Airport. I went down to the pub.
2am. The front door slammed. Woke me up. The bedroom light blinded me as my bedroom door crashed open. I think it was Janet standing there. All I could see was her well coiffured hair flat over her mascara run, crying face. She was standing in the doorway in bra and pants with stringy patterns all over her body and a pool of purple wool at her feet.”Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!” was all she could say as she disappeared into her bedroom crying. It transpired that the disco threw everyone out at 1am, the taxi was 20 minutes late and it was bucketing down with rain. All the girls were drenched.
“Never again !” she muttered, as a pile of soaking purple wool vanished into the rubbish bin.
I need to get this off my chest straight away ! That’s twice Mr WordPress ! I type a load of words, pressed Save Draft and the whole lot was wiped ! I could clonk you over the head with my laptop ! I feel better now, deep breathing, aaahh.
Today is Thursday. The boy’s day out when the women clean David’s house. We drove 20 miles to Ubrique and visited two supermarkets. I was down to my last can of curried banana flavoured prawns dipped in tomatoes and David had a shopping list from his wife as long as an unrolled toilet roll. Each supermarket had half the town’s population in there, who were only there because they knew we were coming. Children, grannies, all standing, gossiping, exactly where I wanted a few packets of cat treats. They just knew we were coming!! So we got home late this afternoon. I opened the rear door of his Range Rover and an expressly “wife ask” to get bottle of Martini rolled out and smashed on the road. I got up to the apartment with loads of bags of food, NOT “things”. My neighbour’s wife Toni accosted me on the way up the stairs by handing me a bag of freshly picked runner beans and hanging on my door was another bag of various vegetables from Ana. Thank you. It’s the time year when the Spanish gardens are full of vegetables and the locals very kindly give me bags and bags of their crops. It’s very kind of them. So for the next three weeks I’ll be having runner beans with a full English breakfast, tuna and mayonnaise plus runner beans for lunch and so on.
I managed to get all the bags in the apartment without my cats escaping. They, of course, dived into the bags to play and ripped everything to shreds. The neighbours across the road were playing Spanish Folk music full blast. Now I don’t know if you have heard Spanish Folk music. The guitar is beautiful but the singing is awful, sounds like the singer is having a hysterectomy without an anesthetic. The heat in the apartment was unbearable and it was coming up to 3pm, my deadline for publishing. That’s it, I thought, and I jumped onto my bed and sank in to a beautiful dreamlike siesta. Bliss !!
Well I don’t know. I am shocked at what I have just witnessed on a loving, caring blog in the comments area of a post. Usually if I make a comment I make my point and leave it up to the blog owner or other commenters to reply or just read it. If I am asked to expand on my comment, I will. If a thank you is necessary, it only takes a couple of seconds.
A couple of days ago a controversial issue was posted on this particular blog. People wrote comments for and against the subject. Then it turned into a feeding frenzy against one particular person as it became a personal attack on that individual. The victim afterwards emailled me totally distraught and in tears.
Last night I went out for a lovely supper meal with friends, as they didn’t think that I was feeding myself properly. I had a great time and arrived back home 3 hours after I left. Can’t go out for 5 minutes !! My cat, Samantha, had somehow locked herself in the spare bedroom. A door that was never closed was shut with the cat crying inside. I opened my Outlook and there were about 50 comments from that blog. The owner was in tears. On reading and deleting the comments in my Inbox I read in disbelief the hand to hand combat unfolding as I worked my way through the emails. It was awful. There was no reference to the post only personal attacks from all directions. One of the commenters was found to be “fake” just in there stirring up trouble. The owner tried to moderate, but it was too late, the damage had been done. The owner was left with the debris of the battle to somehow clean up. I felt really sorry for that individual and went in, telling them that they had no respect for the owner and that they should apologise. No response.
I think it is only common courtesy to apologise if you have caused offence against another and you had gone over the top, realising later that you had an ooops! moment.
Ooops! Sorry !
A lot of people are NOT going to like what I am about to say. I hope I am wrong. Let me start with the Closing Ceremony of the Olympics a showcase to the world of the Illuminati, the families who want to rule the world on luciferian terms. Practically every thing was symbolic of their belief: building a luciferian pyramid and laying prostrate before it: George Michael wearing a skull belt: Annie Lennox on a boat of death: London 2012 logo reads as Zion: but worse of all was the Phoenix at the shutting off of the Olympic Flame which denotes the return of lucifer. It was a very gay event but the undercurrent of evil was in plain sight for those who could see.
We are being treated as cattle in a field not knowing that a truck is coming for us. The signs are there. We are not people any more to them, we are numbers to be watched: cameras everywhere: documentation paranoia: RFID chips ( that your dogs have in their neck) is coming in for humans: detention camps for the population being prepared: the Illuminati want the population of the planet to be reduced from 7 billion to 500 million people who toe their party line. And has been done gradually for our own “good” and most people go about their lives as cattle chewing the cud.
There is a massive war being prepared in the Middle East. Jerusalem and Israel at the centre. If I was younger and my body not so messed up I would go to Israel and stand shoulder to shoulder with them. But my heart is with them.
There is so much more that I could say. But this is a post. Not a book. It’s up to you what you want to do about what’s coming. Stop chewing the cud. Look up and see what is coming for you.
I honestly believe that the Spanish Government has set up a department in the bowels of some Ministry in Madrid just to make my document life as difficult for me as possible. I can imagine a control room 100 metres underground filled with computers, a giant wall screen and dozens of bored operators twiddling their thumbs until I apply for some document. “Condition Red” screams the tannoy. Lights flash. Operators frantically tapping away on their computers. “Where?” “Cortes de la Frontera Ayuntamiento (town hall)!!!”. “Activate plan:- We’ll get him this Time. Team Alpha relocate to Cortes de la Frontera. Go!!” Team Alpha race away from Madrid with a 300 page Top Secret Command Instruction to give to the clerks in the town hall, which they MUST obey to the letter.
(The following was posted on a local forum. I now have a world wide audience, so bear with me if you have read it before)
So I moved from house #123 to #124 and like a good expat went to the townhall to change my Certificado De Empadronamiento Individual from house #123 to #124. The CDEI is a simple form containing my personal details and where I am living; for every form the town hall has had filled money comes in to the coffers. So up the mountain I went, clutching in my well manicured hands (thanks) all the government documents required to live officially in Spain. After a 6km round trip I returned home from the town hall with an application form for the owners of #124 to sign. Duly signed, I returned to the townhall where Senor Jobsworth the clerk gave me a hand written letter for the owners to sign stating that they had given permission for me to stay in #124. Back up the mountain with the signed letter I trudged. Two days later I proudly possess a
new CDEI for, wait for it !!! #123. Yes #123 not #124. A brand new copy of the original I had filled in 8 years ago !!! The wonders of Andalucia.!!!!
I have returned the crazy form to the town hall requesting that they do it properly. They INSIST I live at #123. I approached the local Councillor who has taken up my case and he has informed me that the Town Hall has lost my applications, details etc. and as it is August the clerk who deals with my form is on a month’s vacation. I just LOVE Andalucia !!! (finding somewhere to bang my head)
I have really set a challenge to myself, to write a post, worthy of publishing every day. I have created a deadline, as well, of 3pm local (GMT+1). And that is hard to publish by that time. Looking back at my posts, I am happy with most of them, considering I am an amateur with absolutely no serious previous experience, as I think most of us bloggers are. Yesterday was the worst day I have had so far in writing a post. The temperature outside was in it’s low 40 degrees centigrade. It felt just as hot in the apartment. Stepping outside was like walking into an oven. And to cap it all the neighbours across the road shout, scream and talk nonstop from 10am through to midnight. Their primary residence is in another town but stay for five weeks over the Spanish August holiday. OMG three more weeks of them !!
It got so hot yesterday that I had to stop. I was happy with what I had written. In subsequent reading I would have liked to have deleted the dog food item and finished the post off properly. But it was so hot. I suppose like an artist, once a painting is sold, that’s it, no more tweaking, touch ups. The same with a post, it’s published and gone. Time to move on.
I really do like a comment. I feel most of you agree. A LIKE is meaningless, did they like what I had written, did they like a small part or did they just leave their mark on the hope that I would visit their site. A comment is worthy of reply, especially as someone has put themselves out to write something pertinent about the post. And I make sure that I do respond to every one. I may not agree to what is said, but a thank you is important, then a debate may ensue.
Keep commenting. I love it !!
In 2003 I lived as a companion with Judith (1942-2012) at #8, Parque del Paraiso, Calahonda, opposite the Post Office. We had just been shopping at El Zoco Supersol and arrived back to our front door with 19 bags of shopping. Four contained essentials, like FOOD, the rest had “things” in them. Women buy “things” such as a Can of Spray to move a table, CoS to remove dust, CoS to add polish, CoS to polish polish, CoS to shine and Can of Spray to put table back to where it originated. The trouble is, the cans are in Spanish, so goodness knows what she had bought. Reminds me of when I was in a supermarket in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. Twenty or so South Koreans were really excited over cans of dog food with pictures of Labradors, Pekinese and so on. I passed by as they were filling their trolleys with these cans. I was NOT going to tell them what was really in them.
Anyway, back to the front door. As usual, bags in my left hand, I felt in my right pocket for the front door key. Nothing there. Bags down. Key in LEFT pocket. Happens all the time with me !! Key in the lock and pushing the front door open it really jammed solid after moving a couple of inches. What the……I walked round to the back of the house, entered through the sliding doors. Looking towards the front door I could see our long, narrow “Persian” carpet screwed up in a big pile against the front door. How the hell did that get there, I thought.
A couple of days later I was sitting on the sofa reading the usual headline in the Daily Express, “Exclusive: Princess Diana killed by Martian photographer”, and in from the garden shot Snowy, a cat almost the size of a polar bear cub. At 90mph, he stopped dead on the “Persian” carpet by my feet. Then inertia (that’s a Science word)….then inertia took over. Cat and mat at 90mph slid along the white marble floor and ended up in a crumpled heap against the front door. Initially, no sign of Snowy. His head poked out of the wreckage, tail up, he walked proudly back out into the garden, curled up and started washing himself. Woah!!
A few days later I was sitting on the sofa reading the Daily Express headline “Just in: Princess Diana killed by rampaging elephants”, and in walks Dizzy, a small, young, black and white cat. She jumped up beside me, lay down and the next thing I knew she was producing kittens and blood on the seat. My hazel eyes (thanks) wide open in astonishment as two kittens popped out. I thought…aaah! that’s nice, on one hand and what a mess on the other. Suddenly, in through the garden door sped Snowy, carpet and cat crashing against the front door.
I just LOVE Andalucia !!!
Two kittens survived and are living with me now.
Travels in Paradise
As I navigate through this life ...
Every step is a memory
Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s. Billy Wilder
My experiences in Italy and the world
Writer of horror/fantasy/urban/worldbuilding. All those nice things which mean I get to use my imagination.
Musings and memories, words and wisdom... of a working family woman
Se nessuno ti vede mentre lo mangi, quel dolce non ha calorie.
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
Life,emotions,and adventures of an Italian woman,wife and mum in Ireland
Curiosity run amok . . .
Unkempt Mind dribbling in the seethe
Just Another WordPress.com site..
This WordPress.com site is Pacific War era information
Illustration is the passion of my life!
Sharing my thoughts, poems, travel & art
Opinions are mine, thoughts are yours, comments most welcome. ZERO affiliates, paid advertisers or political partners. Nine years and still here.
Something that caught the lens of the Photographic Staff
WRITING LESBIAN FICTION, SCIENCE FICTION, AND FANTASY, SINCE THE 20TH CENTURY
Laughter makes Life easier!
My reflections of life in general.
Short bursts of curmudgeonry on any topic.
OVER 10,000 STRONG!!!
Life after the kids are grown
I like a lot of things about life. I write about some of them.
The adventures of little read writing Hood
Living with MS in an empty nest and exploring uncharted territory in my 40's:)
Fashion Blogger, Designer, Globetrotter
Growing older with silliness, high spirits and a lot of heart.
Mother, Nehiyaw, Metis, & Itisahwâkan - career communicator. This is my collection of opinions, stories, and the occasional rise to, or fall from, challenge. In other words, it's my party, I can fun if I want to. .................................................................. Artwork by aaronpaquette.net
My daily dance through a creative life as a female artist and photographer with lifelong depression.
my dreams are my disease, chasing them my only option
This is my story about my experience of sudden sensorineural hearing loss and how it affects my life.
Welcome to my Art and Lifestyle Blog. Follow my adventures as a Bohemian artist.
Discover Life: Incredible People, Places, And Our World!
Loving Life On and Off the Tracks
Day-Dreamer, Moon-Gazer, Confirmed Contrarian, Traveler, Artist, Frustrated Cartoonist, Perennial Fish Out of Water
Work in progress
Single and Almost 50 and Not Suicidal About It
cruise ship adventures
Sometimes, life is like that.
my learning journey
Traveling & Blogging Near and Far
Inspiring the WOW factor in life and business
Una visión sobre el complejo y apasionante mundo de la cerámica