Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Sunday, 25 September 2011

Waiting



What am I waiting for?

Waiting for what?

His return?

My acceptance?


I am waiting for my life to change.

I am waiting for change.

New horizons?

Fresh Beginnings?

Hope.


What am I waiting for?

Waiting for what?

The pain to stop.

The hurt to subside

End.


What am I waiting for?

Waiting for what?

His return?

My acceptance?

Hope.


Dix

Sunday, 24 July 2011

Keeping busy but...

There were times yesterday when I didn't hurt so bad. I kept busy, really, really, busy. I chopped wood and gardened and the front of the house looks a bit better. A long way to go but at least I now know it is do-able.


I was knackered. Actually sat in the chair and fell asleep. Another good thing really as I haven't slept like that for over a week and it felt OK to sleep because I was tired. But the trouble is as soon as I stop, as soon as I have a moment all the terrible thoughts just come back and I am eaten up by the pain and the anger.


I don't want to be but I can't stop my mind. I woke up the morning after a pretty good nights sleep and realise I was dreaming about her, about telling her what I thought, about telling her just how much pain she had inflicted on me. And it was awful. I don't want this to happen but it happens anyway.


Then I get up and I feel the physical pain inside. It is like grief and I guess I am suffering grief. A pain of loss. Yesterday I thought about the feelings I have for him. Guess I do still love him (or maybe it is just care for him a little bit). But we had 30 years together and even though he doesn't thinks so - most of the time it was good. We were friends, he was my support. We had good loving sex and were together. Now I don't have that anymore. He told me it is over and that is that but I just can't get to that point yet. I will I know I will but for me it is going to take a lot longer that just a week.


I realise that I shouldn't beat myself up about this. 30 years to a week - nothing. I realise it is OK to be frightened, even though things were bad he was still about, I still depended on him for a lot. These are the things I have to get used to. I can't ask him about cooking, I can't ask him to help with Boy, I can't talk to him about my beautiful girls. These things I can't do anymore. Yesterday I nearly texted him about where something was. I didn't. I get it - I can't anymore. And all day in my head I kept thinking about reasons to text him. I didn't. Instead I asked myself why I wanted to do this. And I guess the answer is above.


In my mind I know things will eventually get better for me (even though I suspect they will get worse first before they get better). In my mind I know that learning to be strong and independent will be a really good thing for me. In my mind I hope that one day I can find someone new and be loved again. Even if it is not a permanent thing. In my mind I hope I can bring up Boy on my own and do a good job. But at the moment my mind is also racing full of all the pain and suffering and the hurt. So there is a lot of competition in there.


And that competition is not always such a good thing.


Dix

Friday, 8 July 2011

Affirmation




Affirmation by Savage Garden




I believe the sun should never set upon an argument



I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands



I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you



I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do



I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem



I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone






I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned



I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned



I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side



I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye



I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality



I believe that trust is more important than monogamy



I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul






I believe that family is worth more than money or gold



I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair






I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires



I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness



I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed



I believe that God does not endorse TV evangelists



I believe in love surviving death into eternity






I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned



I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned



I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side



I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye




I have recently been listening to this album. In our house we call it Sandwich Garden after my friends young son got it wrong. I love this track and I love these lyrics. Mainly I agree with them.


Haven't worked out how to publish from YouTube but here is the link in anyone wants to have a listen.




Dix

Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Oh so sad....... probably



I am beginning to wonder if I am a really sad person. Why? Well I expect some could find lots of reasons but today I am talking about Christmas. The thing is I really like Christmas. It is not that I am some altruistic hero or something but I love looking for and finding presents that I think are just right for people. I love it when people truly like what I give them or I visit their homes and find my present in pride of place. My friend H, told me that the paintings I got her for her Christmas and birthday are some of her most prized possessions. I loved that.

So already, and it is only the beginning of of June, I am amassing, for it feels like amassing, Christmas presents. Most weeks I find something, some little bit from the pound shop or a painting on ebay or just some little thing anywhere. Rummaging around for Christmas presents. Often these things are original, cheap or reduced but all are chosen with an individual in mind. When I buy them they make me smile; or think of my family or friends; sometimes they just seem perfect.

I have them all in a big box at the top of the stairs. I try to write things down as I get them but usually fail at this task. So spend a quiet half hour, every so often, sorting through them, remembering the emotion of buying them and listing them (in the vague hope that I won't buy too much for one person and not enough for another). I hate buying last minute. Or even worse buying the same thing twice -I have managed that in the past.

Am I sad for this? Maybe. Have I got the spirit of Christmas, if somewhat materialistic - not sure. Will I continue to do this? Yeah, I expect so, when finances allow.

I guess I will never change. Christmas is just my thing. I love decorating madly with lots of colour and sparkle. I hate 'designer Christmas' - colours, themes bla, bla, bla.

So am I sad? You tell me.


Dix

Saturday, 4 June 2011

Shutting the Curtains



Now I know during this entry I am probably going to really show my age (and my inbuilt snobbishness) but I can't help it. I realised, reading other's bloggs, that I love the ones that are someone giving an opinion - even if I don't agree. Well here is my opinion on curtain pulling.


You see, I can't understand why people keep their curtains pulled all the time. We have scarce little daylight in the winter so getting any of it through the windows is an absolute bonus and during the summer, especially this year we are having some gorgeous weather and I can't wait to get up in the morning and let in the sunshine. And maybe that is me, my hippyism that enjoys the outdoors and nice weather. I certainly know that sunshine makes me feel so much better and helps my mental health, going outside, walking the dog whatever the weather helps me feel me good.


Anyway, back to the point. I have noticed that with each generation it seems to get worse - that each generation seem to want to spend there whole day with the curtains closed - shut inside a big dark den, burning electricity, watching TV or DVD's or playback on Sky+, playing computer games shut into the big dark den. First is was my own girls, who are both heading towards 30 now, they would never pull their curtains. Their excuse was we live in a bungalow and didn't want anyone 'purving' on them (they meant the guy across the road but that's another story). They have both moved out and into their own homes and still do it. I go to see my eldest daughter, who has this really cool bungalow with wide patio doors in the lounge and windows at the front down a nice long drive and all the curtains are closed. The sunshine is well and truly shut out! My younger daughter lets a bit more sunshine in when we are there. She has the biggest front bay windows on a flat in a Victorian villa, but I know she shuts out the sun loads too.


Now I have boy - he has been away this week, doing activities (and it has been gloriously quiet) but as soon as he came home all the curtains in his rooms were closed - well and truly firmly shut. From the outside it just looks horrible. I go in there and open them but as soon as he goes back in they are shut up tight again. In fact he has requested thicker, darker curtains to keep out the sun- huh!


When you drive around the area, there are a few houses that always have the curtains shut - well I know this is snobby but these are the houses that always have run down paintwork, rusty old bangers in the garden, old bits of furniture and black sacks hanging around and looked generally really unloved. The curtains look so tightly pulled together that it appears they have never been opened and often apart from the permanent rubbish like no one actually lives in there. These are not always young, or youngish people, but they are a type of person. You expect them, if they ever come outside, to be very pale, almost deathly looking, squinting at the sun as it burns there unprotected skin. These houses often have deliveries, like Tesco's and unidentified parcels. Just the door open quickly, a hand comes out, signs if necessary and then back to curtain drawn abyss.


Now, I guess I am old fashioned, but every morning my mum would get up, put the kettle on, let out the dog and pull the curtains. It was about starting the day and letting the daylight in. Even in the winter when it was either grey or still dark, the curtains were pulled and life began. Often with a conversation about what sort of weather we were going to have that day (is that very British or do all nationalities do this). I love to wake up with the daylight. If I get up in the night I will often pull the curtains, especially in the summer, to allow the sun to naturally wake me up. It is wonderful, to hear the birds, to feel the warm of the sunlight oozing through my eyelids and warming my soul.


Do I care if the neighbours are looking in? Not really, there is nothing much to see here, just us getting on with our daily lives and honestly, me with nothing on - not a pleasant sight and not one that anyone would want to experience often. Let them look I say, what have they to gain, but life through someone else. Not for me, although I like a bit of noisy but don't want to be watching others live.


So am I old fashioned. Should I really shut out the world and keep myself hidden behind curtains, not watching the wildlife or experiencing the weather. God I hope not. I hope up until my end of days I have the energy to get up in the morning, put the kettle on, let the dog out and pull the curtains. I do so hope....

Saturday, 22 January 2011

This year I have been mainly eating Jelly....


It's true. Since the beginning of January I have been eating loads of jelly. And I am really enjoying it. It started with just a silly thing - I was tidying my kitchen cupboards and found this jelly all nearly out of date. Well I thought silly to throw it away - so I didn't.
I made up pints of orange, strawberry and blackcurrant jelly. I have been eating them on their own, or with ice cream or with cream or sometimes with both.
I like to make up my jelly with lemonade and that worked out well as I had some 'still fizzy but not for long' lemonade left over from Christmas. When you add it to the warm jelly it fizzes up and if you can get it to set quick enough then it keeps the fizzy taste.
When you eat it it kinda melts fizzy like into the mouth - which is really nice and feels kinda wonderful.
I am wondering why I am enjoying the jelly so much. Am I regressing to childhood, enjoying the child like food of jelly. But I have always eaten vodka jelly at adult parties so maybe what I really want is a bloody good party. I like the melting, lumpy, fruity taste in my mouth - no rude comments here please - the taste and texture.
When I was a child I used to steal the telly from the cupboard and pull of cubes to eat. Me and my brother used to do this often. Then we found out that eating jelly is good for bones and nail growth so we used to tell Mum that is was ok for us to eat the jelly raw (so to speak) as it would help us grow. Not sure it every helped my fingernails much as I have always bitten them (well as long as I can remember) but they have always grown back fairly quickly even though I just bite them again.
So I am going to leave now - try to find something worth watching on TV and eat blackcurrant jelly and ice cream.
See - this year I have been mainly eating jelly....
Dix
PS I love the image of the jelly brain - I think it is so cool - wouldn't that be a great jelly mould.

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

The Case of Matching Underwear


Firstly I start this blog with a massive apology. JC I fully and completely apologise. I was wrong (as I often am ) and you should take absolutely no bloody notice of me in the future or ever again!!! Well certainly when it comes to clothing advice anyway.
When JC and I first became friends she used to say that she only wore matching underwear (sorry for putting too much info out there JC but need to for this blog!) and I thought it was well, very anal. What did it matter what was under you clothes as long as they were clean and comfortable. But I was wrong.
Recently I have purchased a couple of sets of matching underwear - nothing expensive and from Adsa but pretty and feminine. And there is the rub - wearing matching underwear makes you feel pretty and feminine. It makes me have that little smile inside when I think about it. I don't even mind too much at looking myself in the mirror in them. I think about my pretty underwear and I think about sex (in a good healthy way - I hope) and I think I am pretty, I am a women. This then leads to other positive thoughts. I do have a voice, I can have my dreams, I can get a job that I want. I have value. All from £9 worth of underwear you ask. But yes, it works for me.
As I walked the dog on the beach this morning, in my matching underwear (and believe me my dog walking coat, Deputy Daug hat and big black boots are not sexy at all - just warm) I thought about my mum who always used to tell us to wear clean underwear in case we had an accident. And it was a nice memory and made me smile. And then I smiled as I thought about my pink flowered bra and matching pants (even though I wanted to pull them out of my bum - I managed to ignore the impulse -well you do have to have some class even on the beach and anyway someone is always watching when you think you are alone).
So what have I discovered, that a simple thing like matching underwear can make me feel better, better about myself and then better in the world.
Matching underwear can help me be 'fortified by optimism'.
What I want to learn in 2011 is that the little things can make life alright.
The little things can make life good.
The little things can make life worth living.
Life has its ups and downs (2010 has felt like lots of downs and not enough ups) but I have learnt in January 2011 that wearing matching underwear can make me feel good. That wearing matching underwear can make life feel good. One little lesson for the month to help the world seem easier. Gotta help - hasn't it??
Dix
ps obviously I look nothing like the picture on my blog - it is just an illustration (and anyway I have never worn a thong although I am told they are comfy - think I will give them a miss for now, perhaps an experience for later in the year??)

Saturday, 26 June 2010

Last night



Last night me and JC went to a Uni do. She really didn't want to go and I kinda made her - which gave me a huge responsibility. Then all day I was thinking of ways of not going and in the end I just thought why I am so worried - just go say goodbye to the course leader and come away. So we went - with huge trepidation.

Anyway when I got there I felt ok. There wasn't anyone else from my year and it was a nice relaxed atmosphere. I spoke to my Visual lecturer, (and I think JC is actually right in what she said about him but that's another story), I spoke to the Course Leader and got to say thank you - and got to say that it really did matter and it really had made a major difference to my life and thank you, thank you, thank you. I spoke about football to the poetry guy and it was a nice night.

So we decided to go - our time was over - I even spoke to 'folder holder' but just hello but JC didn't (but that's another post).

Then as we were leaving two students turned up who we worked with and really liked, especially N and it was just like being back in the old days. So much creativity just oozing out of us - ideas and challenges and a definite push to get the Cherry Picker published (how great would that be). We sat for absolutely ages just talking ideas and JC looked so alive and so happy and it was just well, FAB. I got ideas for stories and was able to make promises to take work with me for a meeting next month to talk about our work and start putting it together for CP.

I am so glad I went. I am so glad it was so positive and brilliant. I have a positive closure and a way forward.

Just thankful I was brave enough.


Thursday, 4 March 2010

Thursday 4th March

1969 - The Kray twins Ronald and Reginald were found guilty of murdering John McVite.


Now I remember this being big news, mainly because my Mum used to say how some of her family still lived in the area and had met the Krays, mind you she also said that they were bad people - so one of those strange claim to fame conversations.

Swallow your pride occasionally: it's non fattening!

Nothing, repeat nothing is non fattening - believe me I know - I am sure even the fresh air is fattening - or is that just my excuse because I eat too much. Hmmm.....

Tuesday, 2 March 2010

Tuesday 2nd March

1970 - The Prime Minister of Rhodesia Ian Smith, declared his country a republic.

I remember this, I don't think he really wanted to do but kinda had to. Things were changing in the world and Rhodesia couldn't stay the same, although South Africa hung on for a while. I think it was a really good thing but something is nagging in the back of my mind? Maybe I should look it up.

Speak the truth, but leave immediately after.

Hmmm, don't think so - isn't that just being a coward - if someone needs to hear the truth then I believe it should only be said with love and then you stay to listen to their opinion and be prepared to be wrong. Or you say it to someone you dislike and stand there to watch the fall out. Or maybe you just run!

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On a personal note today is my nephews 40th birthday and god it is making me feel old. I will say I was only 8 when he was born (so now you know how old I am) but I remember he was such a lovely little boy - so gentle and really beautiful. Don't get me wrong he is still a good person, a nice man and a good father. (And he hasn't had the easiest of lives so even greater to him than man he has become) but wow it has just made me feel really old. It will only be a couple of years and my eldest will be 30 - should I take to my bed now??
Mind you it's my 50th next year - hope I am here to celebrate it.

Sunday, 31 January 2010

The weekend 30/31


Before I post up my facts and quotes I just wanted to say 'how the hell did we get to the end of January already'. I can truly say it has not been a great month for me - in fact it is pretty awful. And I think things are only going to get worse but I am sure there will be an end to it all - somehow. At the moment I bounce between worse possible scenario eg losing home and just about everything (which ain't such a lot) and then bouncing back to hoping that we can be saved somehow and hold on to our home. Of course I know that in this country being a white, British working person (apart from an MP who claim anything, get caught, appeal and it is all OK again!) isn't such a good thing in terms of being helped (and I am sorry if that is prejudice and ignorant but hey that is how it feels) but I just hope we can be astute enough to understand and play the system and hope we come out the other end relatively unscathed. At this moment I think the odds of this happening are pretty low.

I realise that a lot of this is our fault, (although I am in the terrible position of not actually knowing the debt my husband was running up). Well I knew some of it but not the terrible truth. But the truth is if the recession and constant stream of cheap immigrant labour hadn't happened we would have been able to pay our bills. And then of course my husband's health has failed and hey, well basically we're screwed. But I guess we are what the Victorians would have called feckless, and useless and destined for the workhouse - not sure what 21st century workhouse equivalent is but think I am going to find out.

Anyway sorry but I think today I just needed to rant. I guess I can't really talk to anyone how I feel about it. I am angry and frightened and I feel stupid and I guilty - like I deserve this and I can't talk to 'him' as he just wont dealt with it or talk about it. I am not sure where this leads us but not in a good place I guess. So my blog gets it -warts and all.

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On the 30th January 1965 former Prime Minister and World Leader, Sir Winston Churchill, was given a state funeral.
I think I vaguely remember this - it was a big deal on the TV and I remember sitting and watching bits with my family. I would have been nearly 4 years old so I guess it could be a real memory.
He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
God I hope this is true although I don't feel very 'rich' of soul at the moment.


Thursday, 28 January 2010

27th & 28th

On the 27th January 1606 the trial of the Gunpowder plot conspirators began.


Um, this made me think of the latest debacle with this Iraq enquiry. Cases take ages to come to court and then the outcome has already been decided long before the case is heard. Poor old Guy Fawkes was made a bit of a scape goat so history would tell us whereas our politician come out of shit smelling of roses. Or so we should believe.


Gratitude is the best attitude.
Trouble is sometimes people can just be too grateful, too bloody humble so that whatever they are thanking for just makes you want to punch them!
Today in 1813 Jane Austin's novel Pride and Prejudice was first published.
I am not a great fan of this or many of these classic novel - don't mind a bit of Jane Eyre but mainly I find them well 'mindless and boring' but I know others love them. I like things a bit newer. I love Rebecca. It was really sad to hear that JD Salinger died today. Something about 'Catcher' will stay with me forever. Also the suggested link between Salinger's book and possible conspiracy theories has always greatly interested me.
If you're going through hell, keep going.
Ok, I admit, I am going through hell at the moment and quite frankly can see no end to it. And the trouble is there is no alternative but to keep going. (I seriously considered the alternative a couple of years ago and believe me that is just a worse type of hell). Every day I dream that I will have a end to my severe financial difficulties and every day just gets a little worse.
Is it wrong to pray for help with money? I know it is, everything I learnt in church as a child and later as an adult tells me it is but where else can you ask for help when all the alternatives are used up. Guess I am going to hell in a debtors coffin? Guess my soul is becoming bankrupt?

Tuesday, 19 January 2010

Tuesday

Austrian born actress and inventor Hedy Lamar died today in 2000.

I wonder what she invented - maybe worth an investigation. I think my dad used to talk about Hedy Lamar so guess she must have been a bit of a looker.

If you add to the truth, you subtract from it.
Is this not what fiction is all about - I think my fiction definitely adds (or I hope adds) to the truth. The best stories come about by adding to the truth.

And to Monday

This day in 1892 American comedian and film actor Oliver Hardy was born.
I will always remember the piano scene and how much it made me laugh. Even thinking about it now is making me smile.
There is more to life than increasing its speed.
Trouble is I feel that the speed of my life is being increased and I don't have any control over it. I am running quicker and harder and just can't keep up. Is this my age or just modern life?

Thursday, 7 January 2010

And to Thursday 7th

In 1927 Basketball superstars, The Harlem Globetrotters played their first game.

This one brings back memories as I once went on a school trip to see the Harlem Globetrotters at Wembley Arena. In fact, apart from a very boring and sick making trip to our local sugar processing factory - this is the only school trip I ever went on. I really like basketball at school and I wasn't too bad at it. It was one game where I was not one of the last to be picked and I was quick and tidy on the court. Not the best at shooting the hoop! as I was always a bit under tall (now only 5 foot 2 3/4 inches) but I could get it forward and somebody else could always score.
It was the only sport I really enjoyed at school mainly because the horrid girls, the thick legs country girls, the bullies - couldn't give me a hard time over it. Anyway I digress, the trip was good, I went with my mate Angela and the boys PE teacher (who was also my RE teacher) and with whom I was madly in love. My first proper crush. It didn't matter he had a wife who taught Sewing or that he was Welsh. I actually found a photograph of him that I managed to sneak on that trip and he now reminds me of a 70's porn star with a proper curled down bushy moustache and sort of crimpoline beige trouser but hey it was in fashion at the time. I remembered he drove and really cool car - a red sports saloon and seemed much cooler than our other teachers.
Anyway the Harlem Globetrotters were just proper amazing - what they could do with that ball and the show was really entertaining. They were also so very tall. I remember having a good time and thinking it would be great to see them play (or perform) again. I never have - Yet.
Anyway the coach trip back was typical of my school, the cool kids on the back appeared to be a bit drunk, the popular girls sat on the back seats with the popular boys and one couple appeared to be actually having sex. I was so embarrassed (I was only 13 and not really ready to understand it all yet). I think me and my mate just tried to ignore the giggling, the groping sounds and general sex sounds and tried not to choke as the coach filled up with Embassy No 6 (green and blue packet) smoke.
I saw the guy who had sex at the back of the bus not long ago - his name was Richard ? and he looks really old now. God know what has happened to the girl, can't even remember her name. Guess she didn't end up as his wife!!!!
It's funny what things jolts our memories. Anyone else got strange memory connections?
And the quote for today
Great ideas need landing gear as well as wings.
Maybe sometimes its the landing gear that pulls us back to earth so quickly that we crash away our dreams.
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