…sort of.
I don’t know why this exists (who would even think of it?!) but I’m glad it does…
Hope a good chuckle helps chase the rain away.
❤
Minding
Once again, another part of my childhood has gone.
Yesterday (8/5/22, UK time), Dennis Waterman died. I remember watching “Minder” as a kid – back then, I would have seen the actors as quite old. It’s strange to look back from here and see that he was only in his early 30s when it started (so young!), and still seems too young at 74 to have died now. George Cole (Arthur) seemed impossibly ancient to me then, but was only a year older than I am now!
Dennis Waterman was one of those actors that I associate with longrunning series that I watched with the family. I also remember being impressed that he sang the theme tune, as he also did for “New Tricks“, which we watch now on catch up TV.
There’s a sadness in growing older and having to continually say goodbye to bits of the past – seeing the inevitable march of time going by…
RIP Dennis
You were so good for us…
Still Here (Free)
I saw this on my YouTube recommendations – I haven’t listened to Florence + The Machine for a while. The addition of Bill Nighy just made it a must see!
Not entirely sure what it’s supposed to mean in the end. Maybe that you may not be able to get rid of anxiety, but you can learn to live with it?
I’ve never really had an anxiety disorder, but I have had panic attacks over the years. I remember the first time, when I was sure I was going to die… as I’ve gone on I’ve learned to breathe through the breathlessness, and remember that things aren’t as bad as they feel.
We’re (hopefully) coming to the end of forced inactivity through Covid and its charming longer term gifts. I got to a point a couple of weeks ago where I thought I was getting back to normal, and then fell back into respiratory issues. I’m halfway through a course of antibiotics, so I’m back on track 😀 The rest of the household has been variously ill and on their own timetable of mending, except Biggest Boy, who seems to have had no issues with surviving Covid, but has been left having to Mother Hen the rest of us and keep the household going. He has been wonderful, and I’m very proud of him, but I’m sad he’s had to worry about us all.
Going back to anxiety – I don’t know whether Covid just dampened down my reactions, but some of what was happening would have normally got me panicking. Maybe I just didn’t have the energy for it! I have barely been out of this room for nearly four weeks, and then only for necessities (and a visit to the doctor last Friday) The last couple of days have been the first time in a while that I’ve seen the possibility of ordinary life resuming.
Still a few days of antibiotics, and staying quiet for a bit longer.
Then, maybe I’ll dance on the tabletops!
Soaking It In
Every day I’m getting better…there are niggles, but I can see light ahead!
I managed to get the cleaning done today. It’s not great, but I wanted to have a soak in the bath. To do that, I had to clean it first. Soaking, and reading, in a hot(tish) bath full of magnesium is one of my indulgences, and my reward for cleaning.
I’ve been reading so many books lately. I didn’t want to read library books while I was virusy, but there are plenty of books in my personal library that I haven’t read yet. Today, though, was the day to start catching up on my library books.
This is my library basket.
It’s always full.
There’ll be a few more days of reading. I’ll try to get back out into the world sometime next week…
…also – this is fun 😀
Hang On…
…I think I may have things the wrong way round. 😆
This is a YouTube clip I’ve watched quite a few times in the last few days.
Yes, I know it’s Easter.
I don’t really know why I watched this originally, but it makes me giggle. I posted a song for Good Friday, and there’ll be a couple more tomorrow (incidentally, the singer for those was the founder of this group 🙂 )
I’ve been navigating Covid since Tuesday night. I haven’t had much energy to be online (had to get my Babe to set up the laptop for me the other night, for something that needed to be done) My emails have been multiplying (got them sorted just now!), and I haven’t been doing anything, physically or mentally, strenuous. Just giggling at a musical tutorial on how not to make Christmas biscuits…
Maybe I’ve turned a corner today. The days before now have been spent isolated from the rest of the family. I haven’t felt like eating, and even drinking water has been difficult. I have had cups of tea and bits and pieces of food – it just takes a while. Sleeping has been upright, for breathing purposes, and most nights I’ve had the light on, alternating between reading and dozing. Today took a while to get into, but a lot of things are better 😀
I think there’s about three more days until quarantine ends.
Just off to watch YouTube…
Waking Up In Different Ways
This week seems to have flown by – is time actually speeding up or am I just getting older?
I’ve had a few bouts of feeling down, and have been finding it hard to get stuff done. It’s all a bit blah sometimes… feels hard to create something new or innovative. It’s good to remember that sometimes, rejuvenating, revamping or repurposing an already existing structure can be enough. We all put our own stamp on things. Sometimes, that creates something amazing!
I’ve been watching lots of music “reaction” videos (fun!), and have seen lots of variations on original songs.
Here are three versions of one song – all amazing renditions, all showing the personalities of the artists.
Here’s the original.
Perhaps a bit of country acapella?
Or just a romp through time.
With cellos.
Whichever one you choose (and you can even choose all of them!), I hope you wake up with a sense of purpose, and knowing how you can make your mark on your world.
❤
Of Dried Roses And Dancing Waves
My birthday was weeks ago now. Seems like years, in some ways… I still have a lovely bouquet of roses that I was given. They dried beautifully – even kept a bit of their colour.
Today, I am still recovering from some surgical procedures from last week that didn’t quite go the way they were planned. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but I had to be woken up, and still need to go back at some point to get things done again.
I feel almost like the roses.
Dry. Past their best. A bit more fragile than they were.
Still functioning to create beauty, though.
After I was woken up, they tried to explain some of what had happened. As far as I understand, any future anaesthetic could be dangerous for me, and I need to warn medical staff if it’s needed at a later date. Also – I still have the original issues that prompted the whole thing…
I think that all this isn’t likely to affect my daily life, but sometimes I still feel the fear of possibilities. I pray to, and trust, God to hold my life, and to do what’s best. There’s still those moments, though, when I am alone in the darkest hours, and the bottom drops out of hope and light.
Just for a second.
In the last week or so, this has been the song I’ve been listening to –
There’s always room for dancing, however high the waves.
And remembering Who I have to fall back on…
1000 Fields of Roses 