Every time I come here, things have changed so much on the edit page that I just can’t keep up.
So I opened up a journal over at journalscape (click on http://journalscape.com/Bex/ ). It’s much easier and isn’t always changing and blowing my elderly mind to pieces.
Thanks and cheers,
Bex
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I find myself remembering happy times we spent in England, in Yorkshire, in Scarborough, like in the picture here, at Peasholm Park in Scarborough, with our friend Sheila who lives in the Dales. I’m starting to think I will never see Yorkshire again. Without going into too mjuch detail, things are changing for me here. I cannot drive my car due to pain and today I had to ask P. if he would take my work to and from the office for me because I just cannot go thru the pain any more.
Enough of that. I just wish to say that I love England with all my heart and soul. If any of you readers are lucky enough to live there, or have lived there at some time, then maybe you already know that it is the most beautiful corner of this earth. I yearn to see her again, but probably won’t. That makes me extremely sad.
Goodnight.
Bex
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WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE…
LONG TIME PASSING
WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS
LONG TIME AGO?
I ask myself this question quite often lately. Where HAVE all the flowers gone?
The “flowers” being the joys of life. The smiles. The laughs. The contentment.
I don’t know where they’ve gone, but I know they have gone somewhere.
A cyber-acquaintance recently wrote that she thought she was boring to other people. Always talking about her small dimensional world – children, maladies, being a mother 24/7 with little outside contact. But don’t we all do that? If we all thought we were boring to others just because we talk about what we do and think and feel, then no one would ever write anything.
As my lifetime winds down (and I KNOW there are many who are older than I), my whole outlook on life has completely changed. No longer do I look at things with an eye to the future – what will this event bring me, and where will I be in a year or two? I feel now that I am stuck here. In this rut I’m in.
I get up, get my cuppa, come back upstairs and sit down to work at my computer, until around noon or 1, then pack up my work, drive to the office, drop it off, pick up more, come home around 2, eat a late lunch because by then I’m starved, tidy up a bit before P. gets home, then sit down finally, with an hour all to myself, and catch up on the news of the day, then at 5 start diddling in the kitchen with ingredients I have available for dinner, wait for P. to walk in the door (because one rule I have is that I do NOT start dinner before he walks in the door at night. Too hard to have everything ready at the same time. Then I prepare our dinner, and afterwards we put a (usually) British show in our (PAL/Region 2) DVD player and watch for a couple of hours, switch to the ballgame to see how the Red Sox are doing, or losing, then when we see they are losing, we close up shop and go to bed.
Every day.
Same old same old.
Oh, in between, gets lots of loves and hugs from two very important dogs.
Who are barking out front and I need to go. Sorry.
Cheers,
Bex
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This is a poem written by Sir William Beach Thomas and was contained in a little book I’ve been reading called “A Countryman’s Creed,” published in London in 1946. He has put into words how I feel about my beloved dogs, Kip and Emmalee.
“My Spaniel”
“He lies contented at my feet,
His half-raised head my fingers meet;
And dog and man both know the sweet
Of life, in comradeship complete.
Together hour on hour we spend;
And till the fast approaching end
I shall not be ashamed to bend
The knee, in thanks for such a friend.
Gazing at me as half-devine
The brown eyes send a surer sign
Than any cunning words of mine
That strive sharp meanings to define.
It lies not in his competence
To trace the wherefore and the whence;
He rests on some profounder sense
Than my too proud intelligence;
And is content to know not why;
but knows all’s well, while he and I
Seek out each other’s company –
And lays his nose against my thigh.”
Cheers,
Bex
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