A third blog? A good idea? A fresh start? A disaster? An omen? ...who knows anything?
I nearly gave up on blogging and WDC. Then life threw another huge curveball and I felt like giving up on everything. But I'm Scarlett...I keep trying and hoping. I know not where this will go but I take it one day at a time. |
|If someone had told me I’d be posting this from an apartment 32 storeys high in Bangkok I’d probably never have believed them. But then a lot of my life events could never have been anticipated, particularly over the last couple of decades. And still the bizarre and unexpected continue. I guess I should be grateful in some ways it’s not a boring existence.
Thailand is much as I envisaged it, though that doesn’t mean I feel confident or able to cope with everything. The grand monsters take everything in their stride and seem fearless, but then they are well travelled creatures and used to Asia, Their main concerns are food, WiFi and what times the swimming pools are open, but I guess that’s pretty normal.
We’ve had some incidents and accidents along the way, some very funny and others rather scary. I won’t say it’s relaxing or orderly, but certainly interesting and unpredictable and I’m pleased that I can still embrace new experiences with an open mind.
So far I’ve witnessed traditional ceremonies in the quietest, poorest rural areas and now the manic hustle and bustle of a crazy city. To be continued...hopefully.
|I have always been a night owl. Even as a child I rarely felt tired at night, but hated waking up early in the morning.
Now I often envy the larks of this world. When I read of people watching the sun rise and being able to tackle many tasks during the early hours of the day it makes me want to be a morning person. But as we know old habits die hard and it's difficult to change our routines.
Yesterday was one of those days I wished I'd stayed in bed. I had no specfic plans, but do have a lot of things to catch up with as well as preparations for our trip to Thailand. But it seemed I was destined to achieve very little after unexpected visitors and phone calls. Much as I tend to complain when days go by without any human contact, I can well do without not having a minute to myself to do what I want. It left me feeling frustrated, edgy and rather annoyed if I'm honest as I frequently seem to be the listening ear for other's trivial problems yet am rarely asked how I am getting on.
Last night I retired late as usual, but woke with a jolt after a bizarre dream. It's not often I can't catch sleep again, but this morning was one of those occasions and as it was light outside I decided I might as well get up. I was horrified to see it was only 4.45am.
There was no way I'd go back to sleep, so decided it was an opportunity to get all those unfinished tasks completed, then spend a leisurely afternoon writing, knitting or just watching a decent film. By lunchtime I felt like I'd been up for days and weariness was creeping on. Just as I sat down my son phoned to say they'd all been strawberry picking and were dropping in to bring me some fruit. Two hours later I have a kitchen full of bowls of fruit to sort out, wash, freeze and store, juice stains on the carpet to remove and a sink full of pots to wash.
I think I will be having a very early night and conclude I'm just not cut out to be a lark.
|I think I should maybe write a book of excuses instead of attempting anything more complex. It seems many things, including writing, are cast aside because I'm too tired/busy/ill/absent/braindead or because it's too wet/cold/late/early/difficult. For the first time this year I can honestly say it's too hot.
I'm hoping, but not holding my breath that it will continue to be warm and dry, because next week I'm spending five days in Brighton with my sister. No doubt the weather witch will influence conditions down south, but whatever I'm sure we'll find plenty to do and have a good time. No writing progress will be made of course.
On that front I have been busy with other projects including my Grumpy Granny column for a village gazette, a competition entry and writing and editing for my writing group's collabarative novel which has now gone to print. Here it is on Amazon.
We're hoping it will make us all rich and famous and become a bestseller as well as selling the film rights, but in reality we just hope to sell some copies at the book festival in our town in July. We did qute well with an anthology last year, but this book has been quite a challenge to complete. I'm still not sure how it will be received by anyone reading it for the first time, but only time will tell.
I'm still not sure whether to focus on my own story as a book or a blog, but hope to be around long enough to attempt both. But not today...it's too hot...and not next week...I'm going to the seaside...better start packing.
The only creatures that would appreciate our June weather are ducks as far as I know. I have heard rumours a month's rain has fallen in two days this week and it's still precipitating. Flaming June indeed. It has flattened and left some of my summer plants waterlogged, but on the plus side I won't need a watering can for the foreseeable future.
Dennis and I suffer from cabin fever, so it's been a bad week for both of us. Dennis tends to think it's my fault when it rains and gets grumpy when I don't switch it off so he can go out. I just get grumpy. On the plus side, I have had one really good afternoon out with a very special friend, despite the weather conditions. Thanks again.
I now have one and a half cats and a fly. How come these stupid creatures can find their way in through the smallest of gaps, but cannot find their way out through a wide open door? I refuse to kill any creature deliberately and also will not get emotionally involved with any more flies after Guy the Fly the third drowned in my orange juice several years ago. I remain aloof while attempting to encourage it to go outside, but wherever I go it's still following me.
Preparations are beginning as regards the trip to Thailand which seemed a long way off, but now isn't. I have the itinerary, which exhausts me by simply reading it and I've had a Tetanus injection which has left my left arm feeling like I've been continuously lifting weights for a month.
Work on my proposed book is virtually at a standstill as I'm not happy with the way it's developing. It's too factual, flat and reads like a newspaper report. My thoughts now are most of the story is here in blog entries going back years. Why should I need to rewrite it? By picking out relevant entries, adding and detracting, altering bits here and there it could tell the whole story. Research into blog memoirs informs me it's not a good idea but to me, the facts, characters, humour and trauma are all conveyed more sincerely and accurately as blog entries. What say you? All advice appreciated.
|Almost June and I have to question again where the time goes or who is pinching it. It's going to be a very busy month with quite a few musical performances to attend. I'm very fortunate to have seen many famous artists on stage including The Beatles several times. I have seen most of my favourite bands and solo singers and hope I will have time to add a few more. Tonight Rod Stewart will be on stage in Nottingham and I'm saddened I won't be there. He is the one artist I would love to see perform before I fall off my perch. It got me thinking what five things I'd love to achieve in what time I have left. I know it's a bit morbid, but immortality isn't an option yet as far as I know and we are constantly being reminded to make the most of our days. So apart from seeing Rod Stewart on stage here are four more things I should be able to achieve that I've never done before. Of course I'd like to win the Lottery, cruise round the world, meet Robbie Williams, buy my son a house and see a resolution to Brexit, but for once I have to be realistic.
Complete my book and see it in print one way or another.
Visit Kimbolton in Bedfordshire where my Dad was stationed during the war.
Successfully achieve my recommended weight.
Sample every pub, restaurant and cafe in my home town.
Nothing amazing or even shocking, but maybe not as easy as they sound. But I can try.
Maybe you'd like to ponder on five things within your grasp you'd like to achieve.
It's only taken around six weeks to shake off the worst of what is supposedly a simple virus. I could worry that my ability to fight them off is weak, but know of several others who have suffered similarly. I conclude we are being invaded by superbugs.
In other news...
After a few glorious days May has turned into the coldest, wettest and most miserable month. I keep hearing how much we need the rain, but am left wondering why we need so much when states like Arizona thrive quite happily on so little.
When I had a cat flap installed for Dennis I opted for an ordinary one instead of the expensive type which only open when triggered by your cat's personal microchip. This was mainly due to the fact I have a very enclosed and private back yard where I had never seen another cat. I now have a ginger feline visitor most evenings that seems determined to invite itself in for a midnight feast. Cats are such crafty creatures.
After a long search and being let down several times, I finally found a workman to paint my exterior window frames which were in dire need of treatment. He was a lovely bloke, but on inspection I reckon I might have been able to do a better job myself if I had the courage to climb ladders. Standards of workmanship seem to have dropped severely in present times, while the costs are extortionate.
My son had a visit this week from a lady he met in Thailand. I think she was brave and admire the fact she was determined to make the effort to fly over here alone to see him. My first impression is she's a very level headed, humble, thoughtful and sweet natured lady, but feelings of deja vu are bound to kick in. Only time will tell.
The price of carrots eludes me, but I suspect it will rise whatever the outcome of the farce of the U.K. and Brexit.
VIRUS - an infective agent that typically consists of a nucleic acid molecule in a protein coat, is too small to be seen by light microscopy, and is able to multiply only within the living cells of a host.
Apparently I have another one of these.
MEDICINE - a drug or other preparation for the treatment or prevention of disease.
Apparently there are none available to treat a virus.
CURE - a substance or treatment that cures a disease or condition
Therefore there is no cure.
Apologies for my lack of input on WDC and life in general, but unfortunately a mere virus can make you feel so ill and unable to function it's frighteningly difficult to cope with. Doctors can insist there is no effective treatment for a virus, but I for one believe it's about time they discovered something.
Hoping to survive, but unsure how long recovery will take.
|Someone is pinching days again. Where did seventeen of them go without any blog entries? Must try harder. I think life seems more a like a surreal dream every day that passes and like dreams it's hard to recall them or make much sense of anything. It continues to throw curveballs and surprises however.
I spent a couple of days at my sisters in order to visit a craft show in Birmingham. I came away with nothing, but enjoyed the experience and time spent with family. However, after ensuring a cat sitter would drop in to feed and deal with Dennis's needs I returned to quite a poorly cat. I spent a weekend visiting the vets for necessary treatments which was costly as well as causing a lot of anxiety. Although still not fully recovered I think he's on the mend. Better touch wood.
This has made me worry about leaving Dennis for time away or holidays and I don't want to put him in a Cattery. I'm having problems finding a cat/house sitter for July when I'm supposed to be going to Brighton for five days with my sister. It's not reasonable to have to spend all my time at home because I have a cat, but I do feel I need the right person to care for him. Sadly, the sitter I had when I went to Tucson is fully booked so the search continues.
Sis and I made a pact to lose a stone (fourteen pounds) before visiting Brighton, which seemed achievable at the time. The first week's efforts paid dividends, but being at my sister's place then having a few days out with friends has brought me back to where I started. Only three months to go so I'm hoping it can be done. Motivation isn't so easy these days and energy levels low so it's creep and go. I look at all the clothes I have I can no longer fit into and that should be enough incentive, but then I start questioning if I'll ever go anywhere to wear them as I suspect my days of travelling on ships and attending posh social occasions are over.
The grand monsters have not seen their mother in four months, but now the powers that be are attempting to set up short, supervised visits every alternative Saturday. It annoys me my son has to give up some of what little free time he has to drive to Derby where she still lives, but at the same time I would welcome a healthy relationship between her and the children. The first visit was last Saturday and though not quite a total disaster was poorly organised and left my son in an anxious state.
On the strength of this I have agreed to accompany them on a holiday to Thailand in August. I must be mad. So again I'll be looking for a good cat carer, be bogged down with childminding no doubt, suffering another long haul flight, ferocious heat, unfamiliar food and overdrafts, but you never know I might have lost that weight and be able to wear some of those redundant clothes. I won't hold my breath however.
I sometimes feel a bit useless as regards my family and guilty because I can't help out like my husband used to, mainly because I don't drive any more and I'm not much good at DIY jobs. I do as much childminding as I can and frequently climb ironing mountain at their home and I know I'll always be there for them whenever they need me.
When my phone rings in the morning I tend to fear the worst and when it's my son I anticipate there's a problem. This morning it seems there was a dire emergency. Angel needed her eyebrows waxing. Apparently she's been nagging him all week to make her an appointment and was in a strop because he'd failed to oblige.
To be fair it's a bit much to expect a bloke to know anything at all about beauty treatments and I'd be a bit worried myself if he was in the know about eyebrow waxing and shaping. But you know what these young girls are like and as far as Angel was concerned it was his duty to arrange her an appointment. When he phoned me he confessed he hadn't a clue where to find an appropriate place or what to ask for.
Nanna to the rescue. Within minutes I'd found a decent place in town on the internet and made her an appointment, thus saving him from a fortnight of sulking and apportioning blame. I always warned him what lay ahead when he had a teenage girl on his hands, but never anticipated he'd be dealing with it all on his own. Good to know I still have my uses even if they are only small matters.
What happened to that cute little poppet who used to sit on my knee reading Spot books?
Turn around indeed.
|School holidays mean a lot of grandmonster sitting so there's little time left for writing or other activities. Today the subject of careers cropped up with possible choices discussed by the older two while Bobby remained quiet.
' What would you like to be when you grow up?' we prompted. He thought for a little while then announced,
' I just want to be a normal person.' I didn't like to tell him there's not much chance of that in our family.
'That's not a job though,' the others said. 'What would like to be when you grow up?' they repeated.
Another long pause. 'I know,' he finally announced. 'I'd like to be Santa.'
A good job I won't be around if he achieves this aim as it would go against the grain to have a bah humbugger in the family.