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 |   The simplicity of my day to day. |
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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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| PROMPT May 20th If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you choose? I’d have to choose the body, because I think that my mind at aged 75 is better now than it was at thirty. I know so much more now than I did then. I did like my thirty year old body though. No aches and pains and it was strong. That was what a I liked about it, the strength. I could shift heavy furniture, carry two babies at the same time and still have energy to socialise. I could drink alcohol and recover really well. Unlike now when my old body tells me off if I drink more than a glass or two of wine. |
| PROMPT May 19th If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are living now? If so, what would you change and why? No, I wouldn’t change a thing. In fact both my husband and I faced our mortality over the last year or so and have realised where we are living is the best possible place to be. This house was built many years ago for our retirement although we didn’t live here until ten years or so after finishing. Many of our family used the house though. Broken marriages or waiting for a new house to be built being some of those reasons. Anyway the two of us eventually moved here about ten years ago. We live within walking distance of the library and shops. The 100 year old pub is two minutes walk away across the local park where we often sit with an afternoon wine watching the local children playing. If we ever have to ditch the cars we will be able to exist quite happily here. We are able to see our children, grandchildren and great grandchildren without driving more than half an hour. So I think we are perfectly positioned to live out the rest of our lives here in our little community in the Perth hills surrounded by nature. |
| PROMPT May 18th What chore do you most dislike doing? Tell us a creative story about how you might get out of doing it. You made me realise that there are many chores I dislike and not many I actually do! I really hate cleaning out the fridge and this is best left to my rather anal husband who will empty it completely, take out the shelves and drawers and wipe down the whole thing. Then he’ll give every jar and container a wipe before replacing it. Of course I have to praise suitably, tell him that no one would or could clean a fridge like him. I then listen to him carefully explain to me how I might organise said fridge better. This is tedious but worth it so long as I don’t have to do it myself. |
| PROMPT May 17th Write about a fictional road trip where you meet up with your fellow competitors from the 30DBC! Who do you visit first? Do you bring any gifts? Tell us about the crazy blogger shenanigans you all get up to! Well I honestly don’t like road trips. The long endless miles listening to the same songs over and over. Mind you the company one keeps makes a difference I suppose. I would need to be entertained and I think Mr. Waltz’s knowledge of all things diverse would fill in a few hours as we cross the Nullarbor. The Nullarbor, meaning place of no trees. Oh, yes didn’t I say we’re going on Highway One. This will send us all around Australia. But I must warn you there is plenty of nothingness between places of interest. QPdoll  will keep us amused with her “why you say that” information and Kåre Enga in Montana   ’s knowledge of travel on a shoestring budget will surely help us too. We actually need a good cook, I’m not sure which of our 30 day blogging challengers would fit the bill. Please don’t depend on my culinary skills, cooking up a kangaroo or two is not in my skill set. However I’m sure a good time will be had by all. I’m actually starting to look forward to it. |
| PROMPT May 16th Do you believe in ghosts or other supernatural entities? Have you ever experienced something you could not explain? I actually have never believed in ghosts and yet that strong belief I have that there are no such things was shaken a few years ago. Even now I try to rationalise the experience but find it hard to explain. My husband and I were on vacation having left our beautiful dog in the care of our daughter. We had a call to tell us that Mitzy had been killed in an accident. We were devastated obviously because we never got to say goodbye. We arrived home and it was then the reality hit me. She wasn’t there to greet us. I was so sad. I decided to go for the usual walk Mitzy and I would go every afternoon at the same time. It was winter and getting dark early. There was a mist and it was very quiet un the woods as I walked along thinking about this precious animal I’d rescued six years earlier from an abusive situation. It had taken so much love and care for her to learn to trust. I looked up as I heard something and out of the mist came a dog. She looked just like Mitzy the same distinctive markings. I called out, I was shocked and thought I was hallucinating. But this dog came closer until I could touch her. I spoke to her and asked “is it really you?” Then she turned and disappeared into the mist. I suppose it could have been a random German Shorthaired Pointer but I’ve never seen that dog again andI walk there still every day with my new dog. Was it truly Mitzy come to say goodbye? |
| PROMPT May 15th Write about a time when you or someone you know acted selflessly. What was the motivation and what were the results? I truly think there are those people in the world who always put themselves last. Why do they do it? Do they do it because they know they will be thought better of? I don’t know, because I’m not one of them as much as I’d like to think I’m kind and thoughtful, which I believe I am. I try to help if I can but not to the detriment of my family or my mental well being. I believe we owe it to the ones we love to take care of ourselves first before we can be expected to take care of others. I once said to my daughter that she had no sense of self preservation, as she would let herself be walked over by various people undeserving of her. I think people who rush into burning buildings and swim out without rescue equipment to save a drowning person haven’t thought it through. What will happen to others they love if they die in the attempted rescue? Of course if it was one of my children drowning I too would try to save them, it goes without saying. My husband has given 350 blood donations, he enjoys going, he likes the staff there at the centre and it’s something he’s proud of. Why does he do it? I don’t really know but he does get something from doing it. I was pleased he had his first blood transfusion recently, he deserved it. I think the only true example of selflessness I can come up with is the medical profession as a whole throughout the Covid 19 crisis. They’ve put their lives on the line to care for others. Individually each would have his or her reasons but without them what would we have done?  |
| PROMPT May 14th What was the best/worst letter or email you ever received or wrote? Write about the situation surrounding that letter, and why it was so significant. I’ve never been one for sending momentous news by email they seem so impersonal. Much of my first few years after leaving home and learning to cope in my adopted country was spent writing to my Mum in England. Phone calls cost £1 per minute then so they were saved for special times like Christmas. I missed everyone and was gasping for news from home. Every Thursday I would drop a letter into the postbox and each Friday I’d get one from Mum. For years this went on and so much news went back and forth. The letter with the worst news was that my Grandma had died and I knew then I’d never see her again. The letter I sent with the best news was that I’d given birth to undiagnosed twins! I expect that would have been my parent’s most surprising and happy letter they received from me. That was back in 1973. |
| PROMPT May 13th Writing Sprint! Set a timer for 10 minutes and write without stopping about whatever comes to your mind. I challenge you to deny your urge to edit yourself as you write. If you must, you’re allowed to edit, but only after you finish your ten minute sprint. Ready? Set. GO! Right off I go. I was thinking about funerals today. Yep an odd thing to be thinking of I know but however I was. I decided I wanted to have Always look on the bright side of life played at mine. You know the one from Monty Python’s Life of Brian. He’s hanging on the cross, Brian not Jesus and he sings that song. I think we’ve all had to drag out our optimism lately. 2020 has made us all rethink our values and the way we look at life. I’ve always been a bit of an optimist which can be annoying. My daughter was telling me a story of something which had happened. I opened my mouth to say something and she said “don’t come with any of the Always look on the bright side of life shit!” I was a bit taken aback I can tell you but saw the funny side of it. Perhaps I am a bit of a Pollyanna, but that’s surely got to be better than being a Scrooge type character hasn’t it? At least we’re being let out of our homes now, especially in Western Australia. When I look around at so many countries and how they’ve suffered through this crisis it makes me realise how lucky we’ve been. Of course it could be down to good governance, good timing or good geographical situation. Whatever it is I’m grateful. I don’t know how long I’ve been writing and hope that none of you even attempt to read this stream of consciousness. I’m doing what I’ve been instructed and not editing myself as you can probably tell. I’m lying on my bed writing this and as I look through the window I can see the blue sky and white clouds of another gorgeous Autumn day. I know it’s probably Spring where you are from as most of WdC members seem to come from the Northern Hemisphere. I’m happy that it’s Autumn here though it’s my favourite time of the year. Summers are too hot by far for this English skin of mine. When we have visitors from the UK they say I’m like a vampire always seeking the shade. They say this as they stand in the mid day sun burning several layers of skin from their faces and backs. Then they return to a chilly England where they can’t show off the tan they travelled so far to get. Surely ten minutes have gone by? Apparently not, no sound of the warning bell yet from my watch. So it’s been a strange week I’ve been busy playing Florence Nightingale looking after my husband after his heart operation. I’ve realised I’m not a great nurse but have done my best for him as he’s struggled with getting dressed etc. Mind you if I’d had my sternum sawn open I’d probably be a bit more sympathetic. I’ve been astounded at the resilience of the human body as it starts the healing process. I’ve also been impressed with our wonderful hospital system and of course the medical profession. Okay that it’s folks |
| PROMPT May 12th Write about a fork in the road in your life, and how you made the decision to go the direction you did. What would have happened if you chose the other path? I actually can’t think of an example but there must have been many. It’s like a sliding doors situation we make a decision but we’ll never know what the consequences may have been if we’d chosen otherwise. I do have an example when my friend was driving up to some traffic lights. They started to change to red so she decided to turn left to go another route home, one which she rarely took. She had an accident and is now a quadriplegic. Since that time I never change my mind to avoid a red light. |
| PROMPT May 11th Look at a picture from your younger years. You don’t have to share the photo with us, but try to describe it in as much detail as possible. What led up to the photo being taken and what happened after? This is a picture of me, I was 27 years old. I’m standing at the railway station waiting to catch the train to London. It is 1972 I’m wearing a very short dress and a black leather coat. I’m holding the hand of my three year old daughter and telling her we are going on a big adventure. My parents are taking the photo and saying goodbye to their only daughter and grandchild as we leave our home to fly to Australia. I don’t look in the least concerned which astounds me now when I think of the huge undertaking we were about to embark upon. It would be at least three years before I saw my parents again and that is when they visited us in our new country. |
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