The simplicity of my day to day.
This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
|June fifth 4th blog for
I’ve just been listening to a Podcast by the author of his new book called the Kindness Revolution.
What an amazing man Hugh Mackay is. Now in his mid eighties he’s been social commentator throughout his life. He’s an Australian writer and has written about kindness and happiness, not in a religious or preaching way but more to help us live our lives, maybe in a more simple, or at least not so aggressively perhaps. The podcast can be heard by checking out ‘Conversations with Richard Fidler’ on Australian ABC radio.
I think his last five minutes gave me food for thought when he was talking about death. The interviewer, Sarah, was asking him how he felt about dying and if he feared death. He said that in his experience people on their death beds hoped they’d been a kind person, that they’d been a good parent, or friend and that they hoped they’d be remembered kindly or fondly.
He then said “you know, why wait until you’re dying?” Let your last thoughts at the end of the day be “have I been kind today. Have I really listened to someone who needed a friend?” It’s just as easy to be kind than not.
He gave an example of how humans have the capacity to be kind to people they don’t know even when it’s an inconvenience to themselves. The interviewer suggested that maybe we might help someone to make ourselves feel better. The example was: You’re running late, it’s pouring with rain. A person on the street, spills her groceries all over the wet road. So, naturally you stop and help, you get wet, cold and now you’re even later for your appointment. You feel worse not better. So why would we do that? Why make ourselves late, cold and wet to help a complete stranger? Because we’d feel like a terrible person if we didn’t? He thinks as human beings most of us have an innate kindness within us all somewhere.
Anyway I think I’m going to take it on board. I shall ask myself at the end of each day: Have you been as kind as you could have been today?
This is my third blog for the Bard’s Hall blogging challenge.
It’s been a strange day. A truck rolled over right in front of us this morning. He was turning onto the on ramp to the Freeway. Luckily we weren’t going onto the freeway but going straight along the highway. If we had turned with the truck I very much doubt I’d be telling you this story.
It made me realise how fragile our lives are. One minute you can be blissfully getting on with your day, in my case going to pick up my new glasses, then the next, you’re spattered across the Highway.
The on ramp is still closed as yet another truck barrelled into the roll over and completely blocked the entrance. There has been no news as to the condition of the drivers yet, but I hope they are not too badly injured.
Anyway I carried on and picked up my new glasses. I don’t know whether all you other spectacle wearers about there, feel the same about replacement glasses as I do. I really hate selecting a new pair for a start. You are shown hundreds of frames and you try them on but of course you can’t see to tell what they look like. I always feel at the mercy of some young assistant who exclaims that they look really great. It’s a harrowing experience. Then the day comes when you pick them up. The store is so brightly lit that it shows every flaw on your face. You slip them on under the gaze of the assistant and look in the mirror. Shock is the first emotion. Who is that old person? Then, especially if the prescription is stronger you get the feeling you’re in another dimension. Anyway I’m wearing them as I write this blog, I think they are an improvement as the reading part of the multi vision glasses are a stronger prescription. My husband liked them, he said I look sophisticated! I might slip my old ones back on for a bit though, I don’t quite look myself.🤓
What a glorious winter’s day it is here in Perth Western Australia today. The three of us, my husband, dog Lucy and I went down to the beautiful river Swan for a walk. There is a great coffee van that’s always there. The coffee is just as I like it.. We shared a huge blueberry muffin, I think Lucy actually ate the paper case too. She nothing if not environmental! After a walk we sat in companionable silence on a park bench watching the ducks hovering around waiting for some tasty morsels. Sorry, not this time but we will remember to take some scraps next week. The only thing to break the silence was the occasional plane taking off from the airport a few miles away. I wondered where they were all going as not many Australians are travelling abroad these days. There is yet another lockdown in Victoria on the other side of the country, so I shouldn’t imagine many people would be flying there for a vacation as they would be forced to quarantine for two weeks on return.
I haven’t felt the urge to leave the relative safety of home lately, so as looked to the sky at the departing planes, I felt no envy.
This is the first time for absolutely ages since I blogged about anything outside the 30 day blogging challenge.
I went to my writing group today. They are a beautiful group of very talented writers. Each week we run a raffle to raise money to print our annual anthology. We each take it turns to bring the prize. It is usually only to the value of $5 , so nothing exotic or extravagant.
Anyway last week I admired the prize. It was a mug with a elephant on it. The lady who’d provided the prize said it was her own art work which she printed on ceramic. I joked I should have won it as I love elephants and have a small collection. When I arrived today she presented me with a large framed print of her elephant. I really didn’t know what to say except thanks of course. I feel rather embarrassed. Now I’m trying to arrange all my pictures in my house to find a place for it.
I am really appreciative but it’s not something I would have chosen to have on my wall. What would any of you do with it? What shall I tell her?
She’s very unlikely to know I’ve put it away. But I know.
Well, that is a first world dilemma, which won’t keep any of you awake, I’m sure. I suppose it’s a little like giving people a story you’ve written to read. You have no idea what they do with said story. Unless they actually tell you they read it and their opinion, it’s embarrassing to ask what they thought of it. They maybe using it in the bathroom!
|PROMPT May 30th
Congratulations on making it to the last day of the competition! What was your favorite prompt from the last month? What was the most rewarding aspect of participating in the competition?
I liked the smells of childhood prompt. The sense of smell, has always been important to me, memories flood back from certain smells. When I smell freshly cut grass I’m transported to hay making time. Walking through fields of drying grass when I was about ten years old. My mother’s perfume of course reminds me of being close to her. Farm animals, pigs especially, even though not actually pleasant, take me back to the past immediately. So many smells, so many memories.
The reward for taking part in 30DBC is as always connecting to the other participants.
Thank you so much, one and all. Hope to see you in July?
|PROMPT May 29th
We need your help filling the Challenge War Chest with new prompts for future rounds of the 30DBC! Write three of your own prompts and then use one of them to finish the rest of your entry.
This month has flown by again. I know it’s gone at the same speed as every other month but...
Anyway it’s been fun reading all your entries and points of view.
New prompts are always tricky to come up with. Each one on 30DBC usually drags up some hidden or forgotten memory. What they always do is make me aware of my values and perhaps hidden biases.
I’ll try to come up with something that doesn’t involve memories, childhood or vacations.
1. What are the core principles and values that guide everything you do in life?
2. Give five adjectives for these words.
3. What makes you laugh out loud?
3. I laugh easily but not at contrived humour. I laugh at little children’s reactions when looking at a simple magic trick. I laugh at certain comedians, strangely they are both Scottish. Billy Connolly and Michael McIntyre crack me up. So many things, life throws up so many ridiculous scenarios it’s hard not to laugh.
|PROMPT May 28th
What would you do if you knew you could not fail?
Oh I’m sure I’d have a crack at most things if the “but what if?” was removed from the equation.
Paragliding was my first thought. The only thing that has stopped me is finishing plastered to a cliff face😱
Obviously I would write a novel which became a world best seller. It couldn’t fail to, could it?
|PROMPT May 27th
Write about your first _______. (You fill in the blank. Ex: first car, first job, first crush, first week at college, etc)
Loved my first and only time in an Air Balloon. That experience has prompted me to write about the experience in various stories. The feeling left me breathless.
First experience of Australia arriving in Perth 1972? Not very favourable if I was to be honest about it.
What I imagined was nothing like the experience. The time was 2am, the weather was freezing July, the place a very dated airport, and the first night was spent in a very damp Graylands immigrant centre.
There have been so many firsts I could talk about. Childbirth! Let’s not go there.
First time being in control of a moving vehicle. Terrifying.
Life is a series of firsts. Let’s hope there are still a few more before I die.
|PROMPT May 26th
Make a list of your top five short term goals and a separate list of your top five long term goals. What steps will you take to achieve them?
Go for a walk down by the river tomorrow.
Post the letter I’ve been carry around with me all week.
Complete the 30day blogging challenge
Worm treat the dog
Call my friend tomorrow
Commit to my exercise programme
Book that weekend away with friends we’ve been promising.
Attempt to get my husband to dress smarter. 😩
Plan see our son and daughter-in-law in Far North Queensland
|PROMPT May 25th
Write about the most exciting, odd, or valuable thing you’ve found on the ground or abandoned on the side of the road. Invent a story about where the object came from and who owned it before you found it.
Well, the most exciting, odd and valuable item I found on the ground was a bag of money.
I went to a shopping strip and as I was just entering the post office I spotted a plastic bag on the ground. I picked it up, saw that it contained money and I asked in the post office if anyone had dropped it.. The Mail lady told me that she wouldn’t hang onto it as I suggested. She directed me to the police station. So I handed it in a total of nearly $600 and the policeman said if no one collected or claimed it in three months that it was mine! So I went back after three months fo see if anyone claimed it. No one had, so it was mine!
Another occasion was when VCR’s were phasing out. A news agency was getting rid of his stock of videos. My husband bought them all for $50. We had them hanging around the house for over a year and I suggested we chucked them out as I was sick of seeing them. As I was throwing them away we decided to check inside the boxes. In one of them was $800. Someone had obviously decided that was a good hiding place and then forgotten where he’d put his cash.