What’s something most people don’t know about you?
I will not be having a funeral. Just a simple click and collect kind of affair. From popping my clogs to crematorium. Done.
If anyone wants to say any kind words or bring flowers, can you do it now, please. Let me smell those magnificent lilies. Let me hear a few sweet words.
I did have this idea of having my ashes put around the base of an oak tree. But it turns out that is more complicated than it sounds.
The mighty oak has sensitive roots, and the sodium would be detrimental to the trees’ well-being. They make eco urns for such this purpose. Allowing for a gentle release into the soil. But this really defeats the object of planning a simple departure.
It would be fun to imagine a squirrel sometime in the future eating an acorn I had helped to produce
Pity, I felt I could channel my inner Christina Rossetti that way. No, I’m just trying to add some humour into a darkish post.
When you think of the word “successful,” who’s the first person that comes to mind and why?
Elon Musk.
He is the wealthiest man in the world. This South African has 500 billion dollars to his name. So, in monetary terms, the boy’s done good. Not a rag to riches story by any stretch, but still…
And of course the saying goes ‘ money can’t buy you happiness’…but if an electric bill doesn’t unerve you a tad, then there’s happiness to be had.
What goes on behind closed doors is a totally different matter. Whether Mr Musk is successful in other areas of his life is another thing. Word is he has issues.
To get your ducks lined up whilst the plates spin is no mean feat. Which brings us to balance. Maintaining a healthy outlook with gratitude and compassion. To have empathy and the ability to be kind to ourselves and others. To be truthful, authentic…and content. That is success.
It’s a good job really that Elon Musk has a shed load of money..to date he has 13 children and their mothers to support.
I had a sneak peak at today’s DP last night, and nothing came to mind. ‘Sleep on it’, I told myself. So I did, but the song remains the same. Inspiration is not with me today.
But what I don’t say often enough is a big thank to my fellow bloggers and readers who often stop by to read and acknowledge a post…even better when you drop in the Comments to say hi.
Well then, WP, thanks for today’s DP. It’s going to be a tricky one to pull off, and that’s for sure.
You really think peeps are going to be even mildly interested in how I keep putting off tidying up the shed and getting outside winter-ready? Rock n Roll.
And why I keep putting it off? Well….because I can.
Edit…A few moments after finishing this quite slim post, I decided to cowboy-up and go out there this morning and get things sorted. So all has not been lost. Maybe it has been an inspiring DP, after all! Thank you, WP.
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
There are times when you have to be the grown-up in the room..and other times there is room to be something else.
When your charges need direction or affection, when their wellbeing and safety is your priority, then the grown up is there. Willing, able, capable reliable. Down-time opens the door a little for the child within to appear and join in the fun.
It’s about getting the balance right ( I guess we could say that about anything, everything in life). Recognising and acknowledging the time and place.
I have no idea if everyone has their child inside still active. No idea at all. But I am grateful mine is there, in the wings, just waiting to escape from time to time.
*Note to self when looking for images to accompany a blog post, it’s probably best not to put ‘ adult’ in the search box.
If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?
Firstly a million dollars is only £750.000. Us Brits need to put in for a raise. You know, level up, I think they call it these days! Thank you. So I have a million pounds now? Good.
There is a special older lady I know. I’m going to skim a nice chunk off the top and pass it on to her to do with as she wishes.
There are 171 registered charities in the UK ( a gross annual income over £5000) and many more struggling to make ends meet. Often, animal rescues.
There is an English lady called Kim Cooling who began Animal SOS Sri Lanka in 2007, having been helping street dogs overseas for some time.
Kim now has over 2400 dogs in her care, and she really needs help to do what she and her team does to the best of their abilities.I would be honoured to be able to provide substantial financial assistance. The stress of responsibility must be immense. She has my utmost respect.
What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.
Love him or loathe him, Donald Trump has successfully used mediators to bring about a peace plan for Gaza. I take my hat off to him for getting thus far.
Sadly, it is too late for the many souls who died, were injured, lost friends, their homes, and their communities. Whole regions wiped out, for what?
What would I attempt to do given I could not fail? It would be to get involved in mediation in international conflicts.
This poem was written during a war…
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.
What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?
You will be forgiven for glazing over today. Mostly, I like to keep my posts bite-sized but sometimes it’s impossible. It may be one of those days…
It’s interesting to read the replies to the DP’s. All our thoughts and memories in a big melting pot called living. How will my fellow bloggers define ‘ the hardest personal goal’ ?
Amongst them will be the souls who are just grateful to have survived this far. This I understand.
A few days back, we were asked how we would cope if we lost everything. I failed to mention the time I had walked away from home and a relationship with just the clothes on my back…Tough? Yes..
After a while, struggling to keep my head and dignity above water, I went overseas. I was away for years. When I did come back to the UK, I had a pup and an adult dog in tow. Street dogs I had bonded with and was not going to leave behind. ( Animals, I understand. Humans not so much.)
Luckily, I had managed to accumulate savings, but the flights for Tony and Joe from India. ( BA Cargo were stars) and six months in quarantine ( I believe things have changed since then) didn’t come cheap.
Having been a nanny at the top of my game and the mother of all references under my belt. I was sure it would help. And I had six months to find somewhere for us all to go. Right? I stayed in a small hotel in central London as I believed then it would be easier to go to and from interviews. I’d never be able to take a nanny role again with two dogs, but there were other jobs with tied accommodation I could do.
( I had to stay with my dad and his fourth wife at one point for a while = nightmare and another story which will remain buried. It was soul-destroying. Totally)
Despite being signed up to some fabulous and not so fabulous agencies ( another story or six) It took a year and the last of my savings to secure something for the dogs and me.
And so it went on forever, it seemed. I could have tugged my forelock and kept my head down and stayed in some jobs longer, but you know how it is.
To be fair, there was one lovely job with an elderly chap. I was gutted when he passed away. But I did get to keep his dog.
The jobs came and went, and I was with a difficult employer on a farming estate. All the other staff were obedient and had been there years. I simply couldn’t hack it.
And then it happened a complete fluke combined with stars aligned, and I finally managed to retire with the keys to a lovely rental, in the middle of dog walking nivarna and a landlady sent from the heavens.
A front door of our own, such a long time coming. Sure, I’ve had to tighten my belt, but things that make me happy cost nothing… Walks in the deepest of nature, birds bathing in the fresh and slightly warmed water I put out for them. Amazing skies, the sunset and sunrises, trees, smiles, and a few passing words with people on the street. All the dogs in the hood whose names I learn before their guardians. The changing seasons. Growing things, pottering around. Writing. Gratitude.
And then I have Patch. His Nibs 🐾🐾 who lives here rent free, because he can.
Tonight October 7th is the first of three consecutive supermoons. This lunar occurrence is rare. It happens when the full moon coincides with a moon being in the closest proximity to Earth.
The Corn, Barley and/or Harvest moon can sometimes be the same thing. Depending where you go for info.
Traditionally , the Harvest Moon is the one closest to the Autumn equinox around Sept 22nd. Which make it in September or October. October sounds late for harvesting, doesn’t it? That’s all been done and dusted for a while now.
The Hunters Moon, which October usually brings sounds more apt- the gathering of meat to store for the colder months. It’s easily done when the fields have been pretty much razed to the ground, and wildlife has nowhere to hide..no way of getting from A-B safely.
Tonight, it will be billed as The Harvest Supermoon…but it won’t stop hunters from going out, though, will it? 😭
IN THE BOOMER PIGEON HOLE? 
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