Sunday, 19 August 2018
Saturday, 18 August 2018
As I checked the mail on Blogger I noted at the side the number of posts that I have made on here, some THREE THOUSAND it proclaims. How many have been worth reading is not mentioned. I have been scribbling rubbish on here since September 2005, when most of you were not yet born. You ask what did I say back then as an opening gambit? I said this for what it is worth, why I did say that I canny remember but there it is in mediocre English and dated 9th September 2005. How have things changed in Guatamala since then I wonder? How have I changed here? Many who once commented here have moved on, got bored, disagreed or died, and I cannot find fault with that. I have done all those things yet remain so I suspect something is wrong somewhere. Interestingly 2013 was the busy year with 305 posts, almost one a day. As I recall I was not busy at the time. I have not looked up to see what I wrote but it must have been masterly, of course possible the comments flowed from peoples responses, vis their lawyers.
What does it tell you about someone who wastes so much time scrawling when they could be cleaning the sink, painting the bedroom or fixing the holes in the building? The desperate, indeed arrogant desire to shove my opinions down your throat and make you all change your ways and do things my way, that way being best for all you understand, play a part here, a big part I suggest. Why else would anyone discuss things with so eager passion and so little understanding or collection of facts? You will be aware that men in my family have never required facts to be sure that they have a right understanding of any situation. Why indeed do people want to become journalists and write columns full of their opinions if not to change others outlook. I write that understanding that much of today's 'journalism' is merely claptrap to gather 'clicks' and increase advertising revenue while objective opinions from two or three sides are difficult if not impossible to find today. Possibly that is why so many make use of 'social media,' the phrase itself humorous as the use of 'social media' in many cases is very unsociable. However opinions can be found on the internet, the independent 'news' ones sadly always too far 'left' while he daily media is always too far 'right.' It appears to me that thoughtful intelligent informed commentators are always individual sites rather than those gathered under one name, and too few of those can I find.
The success of this blog can be noted by the falling numbers of readers and commentators not including the lack of those wishing to donate large sums of money as these have always been rare, although much of this is I think the fault of facebook and Twitter as people now make more use of these money gathering sites rather than spew out lots of their thoughts on a blog. I wonder, especially after the recent changes here, how long Blogger can continue. It must exist to make money and gather info for the secret services of the west and pass these on to that nice Mr Putin, so I suspect it will continue for a while. I may do so also, you lucky people...
Friday, 17 August 2018
Having not heard from my friend Jerry for a while I wondered if he was sick, lacking internet again or dead. I emailed him at the end of June and he had not replied with one of his rude and funny emails so I sent off another and a couple of days yet another asking what was going on. No reply. It was clear I had to find out and via facebook I discovered he had passed away, either through kidney failure or a heart attack, both being likely with state of health, and was suddenly left with a strange empty feeling inside.
Quite how we began to annoy one another I forget as it goes back a few years but his caustic humour fitted well and rarely did I get one over on him. His knowledge of Jesus and his equally caustic wife Arlynda gave us many a laugh. Both of course were far from well, grievous sickness caused both many troubles, though Jerry considered her mother living with them caused more. When she died a year or two ago he was not cheering but glad of the space given back to him. Then just over a year ago his wife who had been ailing for a long time passed away. This was followed by the aged dogs in the house also giving up life and only two impersonal cats appeared to be left to keep the man company by the end. It appears they needed him to feed them!
In past time Jerry had an adventurous life, I think we can say this, married more than once, travelling across the States driving large trucks while full of drink or drugs, and family problems all around. It appeared to me that his ME. along with other illness came from those drug taking days catching up with him. Jesus also caught up with him and while sick enabled him to change his ways and settle down almost into a normal life, though normal for Jerry was different from you and probably.
He believed the good Lord had caused him to write several books, this he did and at least one of then I read, his life story, but as the rest were fictionalised I found them hard going as I do all novels. Facts I can deal with, drama I reject.
'Broken Branches' was the latest.
'Let Your Will Be Done' another.
'In His Own Words' something non fictional.
It is true to say Jerry was not a great writer but that was not the point, he had something to say and put it over as well as he could. Jesus would be pleased with his efforts and bless all those who would read them and see what was being said.
Jerry has done his time. He had a long and 'interesting' life, now he resides with the one who died for him, cleansed him from all sin and welcomed him into the abundant life that never ends.
For Jerry and Arlynda I am glad, for myself I will miss him, his wise words and his many arguments and rebukes, his humour and friendship also has now gone. Enjoy your new friends Jerry!
Thursday, 16 August 2018
Yesterday saw many Scottish schools reopen after the holidays. These usually begin the first week in July unlike the English holidays, possibly so the Scots don't have to mix with the lager louts while away. Yesterday many a child was dressed in new school uniform, or occasional hand me downs, and frog marched cheerily to the school. Photographs of clean smart kids appear on social media but non reflect the terror many felt being shoved into a room full of brats and abandoned by parents. My first day was many years ago when we got two buses to the school, my mother and sister and for some reason a woman neighbour also, forced me into a class of about 40 children and threatened to leave. I was not having this and made it clear by attempting to escape several times, I was not the only one. A ginger lad left more times than I but we were forced to remain and endure a day with a strange woman (who we never saw again as she broke her leg next day) and all these little horrors. Looking back it appears many were happy enough to remain, possibly they were alongside friends from the local area, possibly the richer ones (this was a very egalitarian area) had been at some sort of Kindergarten, I know not but I was not happy.
Indeed in spite of my sister being there, she was three years ahead of me, I remained unhappy until the day I left. Then of course I 'progressed' to a secondary school which was much, much worse! But enough of that. In those days girls and boys were rightly kept separate and non of this gender fluidity nonsense was allowed, this does not mean it did not exist but certainly not in primary school, what went on in the houses round about we never knew, indeed at that age no child cares.
While I was educated to some degree, report cards full of "Could do better," and "Take him away," flowed over the years, football was developed in the playground, this could occur as girls were as I said kept out of the way though they had grass and we had some form of tarmac, and by the time I left after seven long years I had some form of happiness there, this ended with the new school of course.
How much did I learn at school? Laziness and a lack of zeal for things I did not care for, yes maths I mean you, prevented me for becoming Prime Minister or indeed anything else, my real education began when Jesus turned up and indicated he was alive and took me out of my trough. His report card on me I do not wish to read. Only after this did I come into the real world and learned many things, mostly by mixing with clever people outside of my limited ken. I still consider mixing early teens with a wide variety of different classes, backgrounds and cultures a more important education than forcing them to pass exams. From 14 onwards they ought to be in the real world not poring over books. Mind you I was 14 when I left school, my 15th birthday was the next day, soon I entered the world of work where soon I learned how to run from one job to another before you get fired. You see, education in the real world.
Wednesday, 15 August 2018
Waking before six at this time of year is not a bad thing in my view, unless like me you have had insufficient sleep yet the brain will not close down. This dumb approach to life left me spotting this picture first thing and attempting to reproduce the yellowness of the early morning sun, quite something today. Within a few minutes I was on the bike and racing slowly towards the old railway in an attempt to enjoy cycling when its quiet.
Fifteen minutes later and the cloud was beginning to blot out the sun, typical. Instead I pondered over the farmer who has sown wheat here and is half way through harvesting the crop. He has been desperate to sell to a local money grabbing developer for years and once again has put in a bid to erect around 500 houses. This would fill the space between town and village causing much upset and ruining the old railway as a glimpse of country much loved and required by folks like me.
Who can blame a farmer for wanting out? Once Bexit comes and the promises of Brexiteers are seen as hollow regarding the cash farmers would receive, fishermen have just began t understand that also, then food production will be unprofitable and Farmer Jones's all over the shop will be unhappy. However a strenuous effort by people with talent has opposed this move once again and it may well be that they will succeed in stopping this development. Several others are ongoing all around this area, the Tories are keen to build on 'green land' as their friends the developers are cashing in and they get something out of it, those with expensive homes get bills and debt while we all lose a green lung.
Farmer Jones has got the huff once again and forced the Rangers to erect fences ensuring the public do not take their dogs onto his land, something they have been doing to his fallow fields for years. Behind this one he has also chopped trees and attempted vainly to block the long established path and ensure he is continued to be loved by local residents. Further up the road a similar large plot was threatened with housebuilding and someone bought the fields and turned them into a decent nature reserve, well it will be in a few years when grown. That would cost a great deal here however as the area is quite extensive.
How nice to see the bike out in the country again. Not that I went far, just far enough to wake me up, and then return to do the ironing and have a jolly day with that....any woman willing to lend a hand?
Monday, 13 August 2018
It's that time again, the time when new people are moving in. All morning there were bumps and bangs next door as I thought a furniture van was at work, instead it was merely women scrubbing, hoovering and cleaning the quite clean flat. I failed to spot any of them so have as yet no idea who is moving in however a black woman arrived later for a look around, maybe it is for she? Maybe she with the big car, parked next door cheekily, is the new tenant. If she can afford the car what is she doing here I ask? The problem is we have no idea what new folks will be like, noisy, quiet, young or old, and we don't want any happy young folks in here I can tell you, all that joy and life, it would be out of place. Another misery who ignores everyone unless he has too that is what we desire. I am sure we will know more soon enough.
There has been an envelope lying there helplessly for a day or two addressed to someone unknown. I now everyone here yet this name is new. It clearly was ignored by the herd of elephants cleaning next door (can I call them 'scrubbers?') and suddenly I realised the flat round the back might have a new tenant as a new car (Mercedes) lies outside (where do folks get the money and yet move here?) So as I popped out I popped round and knocked on door. Venetian blinds closed, a sign regarding witches hangs in window and slowly the door opens slightly to reveal a darkened room where a darkened face with darkened make up failed to shine within. I explained my mission and found I had reached the target, or as least the targets 'partner.' I explained why the mail came to wrong address and promised to shove it in the letterbox. The 'Goth' for that is what it might be, accepted gleefully (is gleefully the right word?) and closed door in fear of the light. I hastened back to my door, collected packet, obtained a cross and a piece of '2 x 4' just in case, ventured forth and posted item as promised. As I moved away at speed a cry of 'Thank you" could be heard but I waited not and ran all the way to Tesco.
Neighbours are OK in many places however the new ones often take some time to break in. If this black woman is moving in does she have money? Is she honest? Is it one of those scams where they use the flat as an address? Or worse is she part of one of the black churches that have sprung up here? One can never tell until they move in and start partying or getting visits from the constabulary. No doubt now that I have been neurotic about her she will be lovely even if she is female...
Saturday, 11 August 2018
This was destined to be a good day, the sun shone through the chill wind, the shops were empty again, no new neighbour moved in the flat next door as yet, and I will eat properly tonight!
What else do we need? I will tell you what we need, a good result against the green bigots!
And a good result we obtained!
While the Glasgow media pander to the green bigots by declaring how weak Celtic's squad is at the moment (not counting the multi million players appearing for them today surely?) the fact of the matter is that the Heart of Midlothian tactics were better, even though the claim is they did not quite work, that the players were more determined, that our play was better and we scored yet another wonder goal! Even John Beaton, he off the flashing yellow and red cards, did not book as many as usual indeed cautioning two of the bigot side, and overall the game went well all round.
A happy manager as he sees his side begin to take good shape and prosper as they ought. I look forward to the next few games, many of which we have every chance of winning, and note how the Glasgow media will ignore us until we threaten their hold, then they will unsettle our players with lies about 'bigger' clubs wanting them, the usual lies. A good time lies ahead.
Friday, 10 August 2018
OK! OK! We wanted rain but you can stop now!
Passing showers they said, they did not say how slowly they would pass. Still this will soak into the ground and ease the grass around us. It also keeps kids at home out of the shops and that is always a good thing.
It has been one of those weeks when it was difficult to read. The mind found Calvin's 'Genesis' a bit hard, similar readings made the brain work to much and nothing else was easy reading to my mind. This comes from the heat of recent days leading to unsettled sleep patterns, doing too much (Ha!), and the knees being very troublesome this week making things difficult. All in I found little to hold onto either on TV or in books.
This is annoying as little can be done when in such moods. I have done things of course, some cleaning has to be done whatever, yet the desire to move has been lacking. Now the weather has become normal I hope this will die away.
Funny how I can stand in front of a bookcase and not find a book. None fit the mood, are easy enough to read or interest me at the time. Yet all have played a part, some were marvellous and will not be found again in a charity shop, others were dipped into as required and may be read properly one day. Saying that it does appear a shame that so many words just lie about, this leaves me wishing I knew someone who could make use of them, yet retain them in my bookcase! Consider how many words lie on the shelves, not all good ones of course, some pretty rotten, but the vast output from someone's mind that has played a part in my, and others, lives. Our thoughts put in print to change the world. Hmm, I wonder how changed it has been since I started scribbling...?
Thursday, 9 August 2018
This was the view this afternoon. A fine view I say after several weeks of too hot sunshine.
The truth is we were all rather glad the weather had cooled. 90% is fine for a day or two but after a few weeks it has a debilitating effect on those not used to it. Sleep is disturbed, irritation arises, mistakes become common and the difficulty of cooling down yet always being either too hot or two perspiring to be comfortable. Today we have normality and the rain has fallen all day. I avoided this by visiting Tesco before the crowds woke up and after I returned home the heavens released the rain. It has not stopped since just after eight this morning. This is the summer weather we are more used to and capable of dealing with. People in Aberdeen had to go to evening classes to learn how to operate sun tan lotion, never having had a need for this before.
In nations in which high temperatures are constant folks deal with it better, rise early, midday you hide, sleep and if required work once again in the evening, Spanish football for instance often begins much later than ours because of this. 'Mad dogs and Englishmen' go out in the midday sun indeed, I noticed photos of such taken just before the Great War where men in three piece tweed suits walk around Greece visiting monuments, all the while smoking pipes and being English. No wonder they are all dead.
In desperation for something interesting on TV I came across reruns of this quiz. It was one of the better ones, I think revived with Jeremy Clarkson insulting people, and I always found the first five, easy, questions the hardest. This was because they always featured at least two or three on present day 'culture' of which I know nothing. Today there featured one chap who did not know what nation made use of TASS as a press agency. This was not a surprise as he was under 30 years of age and probably knew nothing of the Cold War. He eventually did not answer took his money and ran, however the answer he would have given was correct. It amazes me how little we know about things that happened before we were born. Actually I know a great deal but only because the major event was a world war and it was always in folks minds then but prosperity and peace do not encourage folks to look at much of what has gone before. Also we did not spend time living in fear during the Cold War and most time was spent in indulging ourselves if we could. Those under 30 have little requirement to look back over the previous 40 years as in their minds I suspect little happened and it would not be possible for them to understand the outlook of the times.
I do Like 'Eggheads' when it is on, the questions are slow enough for me to consider an answer, while 'The Chase' has too many questions on 'TV culture' and is asked too quickly for my mind to answer these days. Today I need time to ponder a question these days before I get it wrong.
Tuesday, 7 August 2018
Have you ever wondered what happened to all those folks you once knew. The neighbours of your childhood, folks at school, those early jobs? It surprised me somewhat to consider that the girls in my memory, the ones who used to throw themselves at men, are now well into their 60's and 70's, many are into their 90's if they still survive. I wonder what became of them? I expect that when I moved on they found it hard to contain their grief, this of course might be a misunderstanding on my part, but what did they do afterwards? The nurses in the hospital could not remain their forever, it was demolished some years later, their careers as high powered nurses could get them work anywhere at the time and some were, others would soon be married or paired off and are they now glowing grannies with a pack of kids troubling them?
Clearly some from that time would be dead long since, this tends to happen I find. I first entered the strange world of work in 1966 and few from those days would remain now. The management were at least in their 40's, the big boss almost 60, and many of the workers in the whisky bond were far from young, today the remnants will be in their 70's at least. The next job also only lasted a year, and I was lucky in that, but few of those will survive today, I wonder how they fared.
This huge building was the brewery in which I lodged and grew up over some four years. Here the girls threw themselves at me also but there again those girls threw themselves at anything male so that really doesn't count. It is funny how memory of such people is crystal clear, except names, few names remain. Incidents, good and bad, abound and sometimes I wonder what happened to the folks there who were so good to me, they gave me enough money for a single ticket to London when I left in 1971, hold on...!
Interestingly, yes it is, almost all those places I worked over the past century no longer exist! Almost all are large blocs of flats, as here, or housing estates of some sort. This reflects something of the changed industrial landscape of the nation. So many factories I once knew have gone, production now in China or Bangladesh instead. Leith, wherein I first worked had many whisky bonds, most are now blocks of flats for the gentry. Even the rough Leith docks pubs now supply staff called 'Rory, ' if you understand my meaning. That would not have worked in the 60's.
I miss many of the girls from the hospital, the men would be long dead mostly being in their 50's then, I suspect most died by 1990, the result of smoking early on and the usual age concern diseases. It s strange to think I left Maida Vale in 1982, which is 36 years ago, and even the loveliest lass will be near 70 now. When working there I pondered those who had passed that way before and were soon forgotten, how few remember us even if we are 'stalwarts' of an organisation for many years. Only the famous doctors are remembered and even then the memory fades.
Jings I'm feeling moody tonight. Where is the whisky bottle...?
Sunday, 5 August 2018
This is indeed a quiet wee town, ideal for rearing small children and resting older folks. Teens and twenties might feel aggrieved at the lack of enjoyment, hence the 'Boy racers,' high pregnancy rates and single mums, and a few wee neds in town centre. It remains however quiet and safe.
This morning I safely cycled to St P's where I enjoyed a morning service while avoiding arguing with Vicar 2, indeed I only fell out with one woman which is near a record for me and that when helping dry the dishes which I need not have done. Cycling back the quiet road, and most are quiet during this holiday period, I searched for nourishment, found a stream for the poor Aberdeen v Rangers game followed by the poorer Manchester City v poor Chelsea game, ate, snoozed and awaited the Hibernian v Motherwell game at six pm.
While this was going on I heard the police helicopter overhead. It is easily recognisable as it circles around noisily while keeping an eye on some event way over there. Busy with the games I took little notice. Later I heard it back again but once more my attention was distracted by important issues, until half time that was, then I had a quick squint and forgot it.
It transpires the quiet wee town had seen a fire in a field in one part of the town, possibly deliberate possibly accidental, and an accident at a major turning possibly caused by the driver watching the smoke from the burning field rather than the road which has caused much blockage to traffic. It transpires that a car knocked down a 'moped' rider in his 50's, 'moped probably means 'Scooter,' a 'Vespa' type I guess as lots have them around here during the summer. In fact the road was only opened at 8:30 pm so much police work there. This required another helicopter, the ambulance version, which landed and collected at least one person.
However the police helicopter was required to show itself once more as not far from me a police operation was underway with the usual plethora of police cars we normally never see and armed officers in attendance. Someone it transpires had taken possession of a Crossbow, an instrument of death that I believe may be illegal to own, caused an 'affray' says the media and wandered across to the other side of town, near me, where the gentlemen of the law overtook him and asked him nicely to decease his affray, pass over his crossbow (and knife) and assist them with their enquiries. More blocked roads, good job this is Sunday, more nosy people taking pictures for the local press, more flashing blue lights, more police saying nothing except the bare minimum while we all follow facebook and Twitter to discover who the bad man was. Oh yes and there have been sightings of Wallabies wandering the streets, owners unknown!
I think I may stay in tomorrow and do housework...
Saturday, 4 August 2018
Just after six this morning the brain damaged head of mind got me out on my bike to see if it and I still worked. In bright sun and with only an occasional dog walker or early morn jogger to pass I slogged along further than my knees would like. For twenty minutes I enjoyed running around the quiet town and arrived home in fine fettle, except that when leaving the bike I could hardly walk!
However I forced myself to trundle about the park to loosen my pins again.
Since then I have done nothing but stare at the laptop, eat, watch or listen to football and wonder why so may people go out in the sun on a Saturday. It's an easy life today, but a lot of creaking going on.
The other day there was an item re the couple who won £57 million on the Lottery. They were pictured in the paper shaking champagne bottles and talking of how they almost lost the ticket. I was not impressed. Winning the Lottery is a good thing and after I read this I found it hard not to dwell on what I would do with the cash one seaside home coming up I think, but on the other hand I would not be allowing them publicity revealing my name and how much I had won.
It appears that if you win and accept publicity the Lottery people give advice on making the most of then money, no publicity no advice. I think it may be possible to find such advice my myself in reality. The publicity might be seen as a safe bet when suddenly confronted by such a large amount yet on the other hand you are now known to be rich and the media, evil, selfish and abusers of the rich, will follow you daily seeking bad stories to reveal to the voyeuristic readership. Whatever hard luck you endure will be front page news, especially on slow news days, and those that know will wish for a handout from the media for tales of past misdeeds. Of course I have always been nice, so this is not a problem for me but you never know what may arise once your name as a very wealthy Lottery winner is known. Good job I trust Jesus and do not buy these things, yet if I could just have that house...
Friday, 3 August 2018
Early this morning I took myself over to the gardens before the mums arrived with their kids. It was quiet, the top gate was blocked off so almost no-one was there, jolly good I say.
The idea was twofold, to loosen my aches from yesterday and to play with the manual settings on the camera. The bones creak still and the camera produced a great many failed shots! At least one creature stirred in the gardens this white cat that yelled along after me, I am not sure whether it was lost or hungry, I suspect both.
The cat and I wandered slowly among the trees, he meowing not me, until we separated near the grass part. Being not long after nine I expected more people but in times past I have arrived early and in the quiet found many birds and creatures going about their business, maybe the early morning heat was putting wildlife off.
The barking high above me announced this wee man who was upset about something. I had noticed one other squirrel running about and maybe this is he possibly upset because all others have gone to ground. His bark, there is no other word for the noise emanating from him, his bark could be heard everywhere, very loud for such a wee creature. I did speak to him but he just turned his back on me.
Then the disappointed seagulls hovered around. Disappointed because there was little in the way of foodstuffs to fight over, normally early on there is something left lying about. How do birds cope with the heat, let alone other weather situations? It seems to me they appear at the hanging feeders less in high temperatures possibly because other food is more readily available, possibly it is just too hot? I know not why? Gulls fly in to feed on farmland and return in the evening to the estuary to sleep on the sea, rather them than me. There were only a handful of them around today also.
I almost got this purple thing right. Few flowers around except those planted by the garden staff, mostly green stuff at the moment, except for the grass which is like hay.
This wreath lay at the memorial today but I am unsure who it represents. At first I thought it was referring to the Korean War, also called the Forgotten War as few wanted to know about it at the time and few know about it know. Between 1950 and 1953 the Korean peninsula was the scene of the first UN operation, many nations participated but the UK sent a relatively small number of troops (led by Australians) so soon after the second world war, several thousand died mind. On the other hand it reads '16 Med' which could refer to the RAMC in which '16 Med' serve today with the 16th Airborne Division. I do with people would make things clear for my little mind.
What is this all about? This took several attempts with manual setting before I got one that I could actually see that is what this is about! What is it? I have no idea...
Thursday, 2 August 2018
Having bought, carted upstairs, scrubbed and filled £20 worth of bookcase the other day with the remains of the videos that have littered the floor since the beginning of last year I saw another, much better, bookcase outside the wee shop on the corner this morning.
As I obtained Bookcase 'A' he mentioned he might be obtaining more furniture with a move he was doing on Wednesday. Therefore as I passed heading for the early morning bargains in Sainsburys (ha! Bargains!) he called out as I slouched along. I kept walking as I was not sure if I could afford or wanted another small bookcase and perused the money grabbing supermarket caught in two minds re the purchase.
At home I immediately forgot the bookcase and began the hard work of stuffing my fat face and getting on with the needs of the day - or doing nothing as it came to be. By early afternoon I had remembered the expensive bookcase (Bookcase 'B') and plodded along dutifully feeling somewhat obliged to view it properly as he does offer us good things and reduces his invented prices for us.
It was a better bookcase and by this time I had justified the purchase even though I ought not to have done so, but I did! So I made for the shop, obtained the goods for a reduced £15 'Because your a good guy and it cost me nothing' said he, although he could have said that re 'A' also but didn't, and while he cashed in I made of with my heavier than I thought bookcase 'B.'
The weather it was warm, the sky blue, and I as carried the goods the fifty yards my face became a similar colour. Then I had to climb stairs with loose shelves wishing to leave me, stair light leaving me in the dark, keys not fitting lock and eventually the job of finding space.
After a look around the prefab I decided it had to go by the bed. This would create space there but would it fit, no it would not! However 'A' would fit so 'A' had to be emptied of contents and replaced by 'B.' A simple task, just as simple as removing the wee table and boxes underneath in the bedroom, except for the wires from the lamp getting caught, things falling, dust that has lain undisturbed since Disraeli passed by deciding to arise, and me, myself and I falling over the bin which I moved out of the way under my feet. Much cleaning required, dust removed, more cleaning required and then change the bookcase contents.
To remove videos from 'A' meant moving 'B' close but not too close, space small. This meant scrubbing 'B' just to ensure fit for use, then transferring videos, all numbered in wrong order, into place, finding there were too many for 'B' and then moving 'A' which liked to fall over when being walked while 'B' being heavier, and containing half the videos, liked not to move. Once in place, sweat dripping off me for the first time this year, I finished the content sorting and humped 'A' into place by my bed. Scrubbed, hoovered, dusted, and all in place I then moved books from proper full sized bookcase 'C' which was overloaded into 'A.' All this took time and effort, and you know 'effort' is no longer a part of me, but eventually all was in place, clean, packed and the necessary repairs completed.
The more I try to develop this place bit by bit over the years the more I wish I had just bought proper furniture at high cost in the first place. It would stop this house looking like a junk shop. There again if that was the case I would appear out of place I suppose...
Tuesday, 31 July 2018
An old foto that caught my eye at the time. I wonder where I was?
The media is so poor today. Holiday time allows for 'fake news' to arise but all we see are deaths, rapes, crime and absurd folk doing things that kill them or others. The good things don't sell papers and anything good is always made sickeningly sweet that it makes you puke. Sentimental rubbish, girls boobs or death and destruction fill the dying press, yet little knowledge regarding the Brexit collapse that will soon be upon us. I already have three tins of corned beef in the stockpile!
I know where I took this, Spitalfields before the middle classes gentrified the place. Now the run down houses and derelict market are full of trendies with expensive tastes. Offices blocks and refurbished houses, very expensive, abound and of course Liverpool Street Station is round the corner. Weavers have been here for hundreds of years and many buildings reflect something of this. Who inhabited these I know not but I love the shutters, especially the ones that block just half the window. What a great way to keep people out. Some of these go back to Georgian times and I understand one or two are preserved in aged fashion and these would be worth a visit if ever up that way. Spitalfields huge church was used for many years as a place for down and outs (a much better term than homeless) but these were removed as indeed were the rotting coffins in the crypt (a messy venture I have somewhere on a video) and now the place is a glowing marvel. I wonder if God is there now?
The little darlings enjoyed themselves today, except for one three year old who was removed by an irritated grannie who decided the darling was not behaving correctly, and as always happiness reigned. Busy day with kids and mums, phone calls and making mistakes, visitors and their questions. Then it is home to stare at the laptop wondering why there is no football on!
Poor show this.
Sunday, 29 July 2018
Weather normal today, rain most of the morning, no sun, and occasional dry spots, dank and dreich but warm, a normal Summer in Edinburgh that. I dealt with this in the manner I grew accustomed to while in Edinburgh - I remained indoors.
Here indoors with the aid of a newly obtained cheap bookcase I cleared lots of videos from the floor, the floor they have been lying on for about 18 months since I painted the room. Of course my delight at my bargain (huh!?) was somewhat dimmed as the videos are about an eighth of an inch (ask your dad) too tall for the immovable shelves. However it cleared a space, bar the dust, and soon I will be sorting other items that have lain around for too long without being attended to.
Well I may leave that until my exercise kicks in again. You see I keep starting this exercise business and find it does me good, however there is always a problem interfering and I end up missing out and have to start again. So tomorrow while the washing is churning around the machine, while I watch something interesting on TV or laptop, I will once again stretch, moan, lift and moan, stretch and follow the old order once again. If successful I may become strong enough to lift Calvin's commentary on Genesis and begin reading the thing.
While awaiting the football this afternoon, the Heart of Midlothian won by five goals to nil as you may expect, I indulged an old habit, no not that one, I went looking for portraits. I have not taken such photos for a long time, there are no girls around here, and I found myself in the mood to do just this while the rain fell outside. So I perused the web stealing poses in which to imagine I may one day find someone daft enough to let me practice this art. I have taken many attempted portraits over the past hundred years and three have been worth it, I think I need practice. At least it gave me many ideas, some above my station, and one day I will have a model and maybe actually get the camera set properly, we wait in hope.