Saturday, 3 March 2018

I`ve Got a Little List.....

To my consternation, I see that a big chunk of the my last blog has disappeared. Apologies for its rather abrupt conclusion.  I imagine a pathetic group of words floating about in cyber space trying to find where they are supposed to be.   

I am just listening to Saturday Live on Radio 4 and it is all about Lists. I am an inveterate list maker, sometimes more than once a day. I even write things down on lists that I have already done just so that I have the pleasure of ticking them off.    I write lists for the day, the week, the month, and the year and sometimes they are practical, like `Buy washing up liquid` or they are more philosophical,like Do Something Creative Today though theses days that often only means marmalade or a pie.  Apparently Leonardo do Vinci was a great list maker, also Einstein, though one of his consisted of ways his wife could improve her behaviour.

I have really enjoyed the snowy weather, firstly because I have spent a lot of time just watching the birds through my sitting room window. I have never been a bird person and usually there are just very pushy crows, pigeons and magpies out there plus the squirrels of course. But I have been tipping Lidl`s muesli ( I dont like it) on the patio and I have been amazed: thrushes, blackbirds, nuthatches ( I looked it up! ) robins, bluetits, sparrows, and other inrecognisable ones have been flocking down. Also it all looks simply beautiful, especially when the sun shines on the snowy fields and hills. The other nice thing is that there has been the most heartwarming kindness from neighbours and friends in Ditchling calling in and phoning to make sure I am all right.    It is quite amazing. 

Anyway, the snow is melting today and I am off to Burgess Hill to the Hospice Shop.   I do not suppose there will be many customers, but it will be nice to go out rather than sit on the sofa as I have been doing for the last four days.     

Thursday, 25 January 2018

I am writing this whilst sitting (fully clothed) for the Grey Ladies Life Drawing class in Ditchling. They gather every Wednesday in the Meeting House, but they used to meet in a house in the village called Grey Ladies,hence the name.        I am quite happy to sit still for a couple of hours as it is what I do every Sunday, well for an hour at any rate.    The wind is howling outside and it is deluging with rain so it is nice to sit here in the warm on a bleak January morning.

This afternoon I work as a volunteer at the Hospice charity shop in Burgess Hill which is in a rather chaotic state still after Christmas. I try to tidy one small coner each week but it doesn`t last.  Every five minutes someone comes  with several bulging black bags of mostly unsaleable stuff. Often it is the result of their clearing out a  beloved parent`s home so we have to be sympathetic, but we often feel in despair as to where to put it all.  It goes to an enormous warehouse to be sorted and some of it can be recycled hopefully ..I get more and more anxious about rubbish and all the plastic bags.    How is it going to end I wonder.

I am pleased that the marmalade making season is here. Grand daughter T is coming round after school to make the first batch.   We alternate chopping and stirring with games of Scrabble. Though only thirteen she is a formidable opponent.

I went as a volunteer to do a Memory test the other day. It was for a charity for people who had sustained a head injury and they wanted elderly people who were `normal`  though I am not sure that I fit into that category. It lasted just over an hour and I thoroughly enjoyed it.   I did well at  the word questions (due to all the Scrabble perhaps) but I was not so good at the shapes and pictures. There was no marks or pass or fail at the end as far as I know and I was given ten quid which I happily spent at Waitrose.

On Monday it was my monthly stint at the Eye Hospital. No wonder the NHS is running out of cash with us oldies having these expensive injections and scans. The place was, as always, absolutely packed . What is odd is that nobody else ever takes anything to do, they just sit there for hours staring into space. I always take a good supply of books and crosswords etc. The doctors and nurses all look exhausted.             It must be overwhelming, the sheer numbers of us. The encouraging thing is that my sight is better than it has been for years and I was actually playing the cello in my music group and realized that I was not wearing any specs.   It may have been partly due to the fact that grand daughter G`s boyfriend has just installed a much brighter light in my sitting room and that makes a huge difference.

We had a talk after Meeting last Sunday by Tony Tree about allithe Quaker skeletons found in the Pavilion Gardens in Brighton    The original Meeting House and burial ground were there in the late 17th century but had to be moved eventually to its present location in Ship Street in 1802 because the home of the Prince Regent`s mistress, Mrs Fitzherbertfelt  was overlooked by the Quakers.The skeletons are now going to be reburied up in the cemetery. What a palaver.

Tuesday, 9 January 2018

In the bleak mid winter....

I really mind the cold theses days.    I never used to, but I suppose it is because I sit about and loll on sofas more than I should. The cold goes right into my bones.       I wish we would have a proper fall of snow which would at least look beautiful instead of these grey dark days.
The old folks tea party went well in a fairly chaotic way.  They all came in the afternoon but everyone could sit down, and it was very jolly.   I enjoyed it anyway.   Perhaps I will do another one for Pancake Day.
I have been away for a few days staying with brother P and we also met sister J at Stansted after her Christmas trip to her daughter in Germany. Brother P has just got his driving licence back after a year, now that he has a pacemaker. He steered us very efficiently along motorways and roundabouts. But we did have one of those Moments, trying to get out of the Short Stay car park in the dark. He had not pre paid in the airport and the machine was swallowing up the ticket plus credit cards and not raising the dreaded guillotine to let us out.    But the Help button reached a kind man who eventually let us out without paying a penny, he obviously could not cope with the three of us bewailing our predicament on the end of the line.   Anything to do with carparking gets more and more difficult for the Old, I find .
It was good to get back to the lovely choir this morning after the Christmas break and I`m off to Improv tonight.    I am so glad to be back into the old routine after all that Christmas jollification.