Sunday, February 28, 2010

28th Feb 2010

Well it’s the last day of February. I had a walk to the garden with Robbie. He’s a clever dog and walking really well. Keeps the pace and doesn’t weave all over the place. I am amazed at how quick he is learning all these new things. He’s a ratter of a dog though and jumps and pounces and chews with a relish that could be construed as disturbing.

It’s been a grey day and I thought perhaps there was the threat of snow in the air but it never materialised. Perhaps today was the last gasp of winter before spring. The garden has the last vestiges of snow in cool, hidden corners and it is now covered with a thin skein of black speckles now. How different from the pure white when it fell.

The garden has fared reasonably well over the cold weather but the tenders have been well and truly tenderised by the hard frosts. The pond is still frozen and cheeky chappie ran over the ice; so lucky that it was. I figured I was going to get cold feet. I also had to pull him out by his backside from a rabbit hole under the fir tree. Ah, you’ve got to watch them all the time.

Yesterday finally went to see Avatar at the IMAX with Nick...I loved it from start to finish. So stunning, desperately sad and yet, sometimes so beautifully moving and always, always enchantingly hauntingly inspiring. It is probably the best film I have ever watched in my life and if you haven’t seen it yet, please go and see how a world could be so differently imagined. James Cameron must be so proud of his achievement.

Hope you’ve had a good weekend.

Friday, February 26, 2010

You might have to think about this

An attorney arrived home late, after a very tough day trying to get a stay of execution. His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had failed and he was feeling worn out and depressed. As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him about, 'What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been? Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it'. And on and on and on........

Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he poured himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he dragged himself up the stairs. While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered and was told that her husband's client, James Wright, had been granted a stay of
execution after all. Wright would not be hanged tonight. Finally realizing what a terrible day he must have had, she decided to go up stairs and give him the good news.

As she opened the bathroom door, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, bent over naked, drying his legs and feet.
They're not hanging Wright tonight,' she said.

He whirled around and screamed,



Trevor Adams, my assistant programmer, can always be found

hard at work in his cubicle. Trevor works independently, without

wasting company time talking to colleagues. Trevor never

thinks twice about assisting fellow employees, and he always

finishes given assignments on time. Often he takes extended

measures to complete his work, sometimes skipping coffee

breaks. Trevor is a dedicated individual who has absolutely no

vanity in spite of his high accomplishments and profound

knowledge in his field.. I firmly believe that Trevor can be

classed as a high-calibre employee, the type that cannot be

dispensed with. Consequently, I truly recommend that Trevor be

promoted to executive management, and a proposal will be

executed as soon as possible.


The idiot was standing over my shoulder while I wrote this report.

Kindly re-read only the odd numbered lines.
A posh northern superstore

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Soft falls the snow tonight as the world dims into dusk. It hugs my warmth like suicide as it slowly fades and leaves this moment and becomes something else. Its passing takes something from me; though I do not know what? Perhaps the solitude of winter, or my eagerness for spring. Warmth is escaping me in this snowstorm as the cold passes through my clothing, but cold hands at last fall upon warm fur and loving canine dances. I am home and just as the snow is leaving have you come to fill days with your innocent wonder. For what the world takes and changes, we must wait to see, but always it replaces a sorrow for a joy.
Swift roads leading to home carry shadows of spring. They lengthen from birth each day and on a faintly remembered breeze, blow our forgotten dreams.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

21st Feb 2010

Wow Sunday already...haven’t had much time this week with little Robbie needing attention and lots of watching. I’m learning to be especially suspicious when he’s quiet! He’s very bright though and learns things quickly; that may or may not be a good sign. He’s also discovered the outdoor yard and has been having a whale of a time rolling around in the snow this weekend. He’s also learnt that if he does other stuff he gets lavish praise and a treat. He’s a quick learner and does most of his business outside now...that’s a relief. He can be boisterous though and scrambled up Nick’s face yesterday making a deep gash in his ear from his sharp claws. So first blood to Robbie and now if he’s chewing my big toe I think I’ll stop him.

I’ve bought a baby gate and I have been bewildered by just how much different stuff is available. I swear they’ll have puppy Pampers any day soon. It wasn’t like this when Jenny was a puppy.

It’s been snowing on and off all weekend but hasn’t reached any great depth and doesn’t look likely too. When I was walking to work the other morning the snow fell thick and fast and I was entranced watching the swirling flakes cast shadows under the streetlights. It was like a swarm of insects in a summer thermal. Almost spooky I thought. Right enough for the moment. He’s in the other room...he’s quiet and I should be worried.

Just checked...I think he’s got a grumpy look at being ignored. Hope you had a good weekend. I’ll try to do my pictures later.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Little white dog of mine

You are my new valentine

You make a joy of each day

I love the way you can play

Even if and when you’re bad

I could never for long be sad

You soft fluffy ball of warm

Never will you come to harm

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

16th Feb 2010

Still walking to work and for amusement this morning there were 2 drunks shouting and hollering at 6.30am on the high street. Welcome to the New Britain 2010. I think they were trying to intimidate people, but not very well and in any case probably hard when you can only just about keep upright. Still makes you think perhaps walking to work might not be as healthy as I thought.

Robbie the Westie is doing well, eager and playful with perhaps a few lessons to learn in the toilet department. I’d forgotten how much work a puppy is though! I’ll take some more pictures soon. He’s just had his last jab and is free to explore the outdoors in a week.

Mike’s mum has made an amazing recovery from major surgery. But she can’t go home yet (perhaps never will,) as she’s struggling to walk. But that’s to be expected. She’s one tough old nut that’s for sure!

Weather is cool and slightly snowy and looks set to continue for the rest of the month but the mornings and nights are getting lighter so it’s all good.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Check out this website...really good and some amazing pictures

A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet

Someone as beautiful as you, I’m unlikely to meet

When I hold you tightly in my arms all emotion soars

Your love to me is sweet revelation opening all doors

So today’s a time for hearts to fly swift across the moon

My soul is yours and holding you could never be too soon

Friday, February 12, 2010

There may be the sound of tiny feet once again reverberating around the house tonight…I’ll keep you posted.

Other than that not much has been happening this week. Weather is cold but bright and continues to stay that way for the immediate future. Not like the US where Scott informs me (and sent pictures to prove it,) that the snow is up to the level of the windowsills. I’m still walking and in any case the car wouldn’t start the other day when I tried it. Needs a new battery I think. I probably need a new car but who’s going to buy a car in this economic climate. The recession is over…yes right! Does anyone actually believe that? Not I at any rate and as I still have a job and it’s now 5.30am, I better make a move. Have a great weekend.
Come moon from behind the thinning that are clouds flying westward across the infinite space above me that I know holds all the answers. I have asked all the questions, but the replies as yet evade my understanding. Moon shower your heavenly silvered light on me so that it may bathe me in the rays of enchantment for if we cannot know the answers we can at least be washed in wonder.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Now for something funny I think!

A couple were 85 years old and had been married for sixty years. Though they were far from rich, they managed to get by because they watched their pennies. Though not young, they were both in very good health, largely due to the wife's insistence on healthy foods and exercise for the last decade. One day, their good health didn't help when they went on a rare vacation and their plane crashed, sending them off to Heaven.
They reached the pearly gates and St. Peter escorted them inside. He took them to a beautiful mansion, furnished in gold and fine silks, with a fully stocked kitchen and a waterfall in the master bath. A maid could be seen hanging their favourite clothes in the closet.
They gasped in astonishment when he said, 'Welcome to Heaven. This will be your home now.'
The old man asked Peter how much all this was going to cost. 'Why, nothing,' Peter replied, 'remember, this is your reward in Heaven.'
The old man looked out the window and right there he saw a championship golf course, finer and more beautiful than any ever built on Earth.
'What are the greens fees?' grumbled the old man.
'This is heaven,' St. Peter replied. 'You can play for free, every day.'
Next they went to the clubhouse and saw the lavish buffet lunch, with every imaginable cuisine laid out before them, from seafood to steaks to exotic deserts, free flowing beverages.
'Don't even ask,' said St. Peter to the man. This is Heaven, it is all free for you to enjoy.'
The old man looked around and glanced nervously at his wife.
'Well, where are the low fat and low cholesterol foods and the decaffeinated tea?' he asked.
That's the best part,' St. Peter replied. 'You can eat and drink as much as you like of whatever you like and you will never get fat or sick. This is Heaven!'
The old man pushed, 'No gym to work out at?'
'Not unless you want to,' was the answer.
'No testing my sugar or blood pressure or...'
'Never again all you have to do here is enjoy yourself.’
The old man glared at his wife and said, 'you and your Bran Flakes. We could have been here ten years ago!'

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Mike’s mum has just undergone a very long and serious operation and at 87 it is a big worry. But she’s strong and matriarch of her clan. My father is now 77 and strong and patriarch of his clan but even so, sometimes I wonder if living is worth the worry of wondering when everyone else is going to leave. I think there comes a time in everyone’s life when the balance of years lived means that those that came before us are now nearly ready to pass. Some already gone, the rest soon to follow and it is but a great well of sadness we now look down into. A hurt comes to each of us that cannot be assuaged; that we have to bear; no matter the cost. Yet how I wish, I could leave first and delude myself it might never happen. That leaving soonest would be the easiest; if selfish beyond measure. So I will wait and grieve until it is my turn and I truly hope no one grieves for me, for that is what would hurt the most of all!

Time runs and we cannot ever reach its fevered pace
For the end was written before we entered this space
Our stories unfold in a lifetime of natures great dealings
The cycle of life runs and ends but will always bring healing

Monday, February 08, 2010

I’ve walked to work nearly every day since the New Year. I haven’t walked it back so many times but I figure that 50% walking is good and much better than none at all. It’s getting easier to walk the two and a half miles and I think there are undiscovered muscles lurking in my shins...because they do ache slightly by the time I get to work. I think if I am enjoying it now then when the warmer, brighter mornings arrive I shall be having a ball strolling through the avenues of birdsong.

There are few people around at 6.30am and one soon attunes to the routine and at certain places certain people walk by like clockwork. For the moment I can survive well without the car and that’s got to be a good thing. Besides walking to work gives me time to think and also to notice how dirty the pavements actually are. Who knows what they are doing with all the tax money?

Somebody asked what I was doing up the tree. I was cutting off some branches with the chainsaw. I’m quite sure that method of pruning isn’t in the manual so don’t try it out. It’s a small battery chainsaw and quite light but in the wrong hands quite deadly...ok I’ll get rid of it!

Hope you had a good weekend

Thursday, February 04, 2010

You are the radiant sun that penetrates the winter mist

On the frostiest day you are always there to warm my face

You are the breeze that takes my dreams away into the dusk

Sending them gently into the ether floating safe for eternity

I know that all of me is safe, loved by your touch on my life

I thank you for finding me in time and letting me love you

I shall never now consider my life anything but yours alone

To take comfort from, wherever you should go in the world

Though I might be far from your touch for a time, it will pass

So I shall never feel guilty for we both have waited so long

And the sweet green world will always bring us together

On a sunny day, both at the right time, in the right place

To reward at last the remainder of our days with such joy

I shall never ever let anything come between that thought

And once you look within my eyes and see my aching soul

You will know it always and almost I cannot wait but I shall

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

I found this prose and rewrote it for the winter. Here’s the original

Tonight the world wraps us in cool silk and softly the delicate fabric touches the soul tracing a glimpse of autumn across the senses. For the breeze whispers between heavy golden boughs bathed in a waning sun riding lower in the sky ripening tall grasses hanging bowed with buff-coloured seeds.

So we come to this time of miniature frogs clambering from warm ponds to feast upon the regal ant couples that fill the dusky balm. To ripening fruit and swelling roots that shall make us give thanks that the summer has come and still yet shall linger. For our heart would stay in the warmth a little while.

And here’s the other

Tonight the world wraps us in cool silken flakes and softly the delicate icy fabric touches the soul to melt and then trace a story across the numbed senses. For the breeze whispers to me as I walk in the cold and its voice is always inspiration.

So we come then to the cusp of a new cycle and slowly, in me, will awaken the call of the spring to come. I hear the words, but as yet my heart is empty and only golden boughs bathed in a waxing sun riding higher in the sky will assuage me. For until then my heart would stay in the cold little while more.

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

The rain too soon eases leaving wet plants unwarmed in the thin evening sun. Night descends and a frosted hand makes all now sparkle with endless possibilities. The moons smile gleams off crystal covered paths that shimmer and reflect light in the weak spotlight of a decaying evening sun harnessed into a cool brilliance. Night comes slowly and softly as the light dims. The last birdsong decays as feathered bodies fluff and relax into the torpor darkness brings. Our footsteps tread over the glistening paths that wind toward home. For silence rides in on the back of darkness to lull all to dreams of a bright day welcoming them into a summer dawn when each plant and flower unfolds onto a stage and every thrumming insect works the crowd along every emerald traced branch

Just once I look into the skies of autumn, shimmering with stars set upon a blackest clarity and feel the coldness reach and touch within me like an iced finger. It cools toes and fingers and sings with a cruel warning to go inside. For if we are found naked and alone within the thrall of night by the frost we shall not see the day again. Yet I shall stay a little longer and let the numbness spread through my limbs, for the cold teaches the lesson of mortality. I am not of consequence save within the thoughts of those that would care. So I gaze upon the night sky spread like an obsidian robe and ponder the world. Like an ant that would gaze up at me I cannot understand what I see and yet I would try. For it moves me to somewhere else that is magical and fearful and how I so wish I could go there. Perhaps one day I shall

Monday, February 01, 2010

The shortest days weave through the year leading to spring

Day’s cold with snow falling in white flakes amid freezing winds

And nothing will now grow that sustains a man in rapturous cuisine

For the fields lie empty and the beasts are needed for the future

All quiets in lanes and hedgerows as nature beds her children to sleep

Till the warmer days come and days lighten with the rising gold sun

Tis a lonely time when skies lie silent and the nights echo empty days

Yet for me this time is one of great hope and joy for all I hold dear

For at this time not all that long ago was the world blessed with you

A child of these shorter days and born to a cold and barren world

And yet see how the grace of a year is harvested in one such as you

I was born on the first breath of spring when sap rises in noble trees

But you are the blessed child of autumn and take hold the world

Comforting us all with your grace so we can look to spring for

Offspring of warmer more hopeful times would know nothing of the...

Calm dignity of the world without the love of children of the fall
Nick's brother is going to paint one of these as a picture for case you're wondering