This week I’m asking myself, why did I ever get myself involved in Stream of Consciousness writing? I mean, I know participation is always voluntary, every post is done of my own volition, and there is such a lot of freedom in creating a piece of free-form writing each week evolving entirely from one prompt word or idea. Posts can be voluble, volatile, revolutionary, and as convoluted as I like. And yet… here I am, stuck for something sensible to say, with whole volumes of nothing echoing endlessly around in my head… 🙂
‘When’ is one of those tricky little words that fills me equally with hope and despair.
How may times in my life have I thought along the lines of ‘When I leave school…’, ‘When I grow up…’, ‘When I meet the love of my life…’, ‘When I have kids…’, ‘When I lose weight…’ and pretended to myself that when all these ‘whens’ are reached my life will really begin, I’ll be happy, or whatever the desired consequence of each particular ‘when’ condition may be… So that’s the hope part.
But the trouble is, I sometimes become so engrossed in looking forward to the imagined perfection of the illusory ‘when’ situation that I lose sight of where I’m at right now and instead of focusing actively on celebrating what I already have in my life all I can see is the passive promise of what I don’t have yet, and that leads all too easily to despair…
Apparently tonight from 11pm onwards should bring us our best opportunity to see the Perseid Meteor Shower, weather permitting. Apparently it’s something to do with the earth passing through a debris cloud from the Swift-Tuttle comet, which happens every year. And thankfully it does seem from the forecast for later on that weather in our part of the world does indeed permit. Hooray!
However, it has also been suggested that to have the best chance of experiencing the meteor shower, you should find a vantage point out on a wide open space as far away from buildings and trees as possible. Oh, and with not too much light. Bummer – we live in London, surrounded by buildings and/ or trees and where the light pollution is undeniably atrocious. And to cap it all, the moon is pretty bright just now – a 75% waning gibbous, to be exact.
Still, my husband and I have decided provisionally to venture out later tonight onto Wanstead Flats near to where we live, which is the nearest thing to a wide open space we have, and take pot-luck on the light pollution situation. We may see something exciting, or we may see nothing much at all. The odds do seem to be stacked against us, but we can always plan a nice romantic walk together and just see what happens…
Although of course it cannot be denied that the biggest potential barrier of all to us seeing any meteor shower may be less to do with prevailing conditions outside, and more to do with particular conditions inside our flat, namely the level of comfort afforded by our sofa at that time of night. So at the moment, at 6pm, I’d say there’s probably a fifty-fifty chance of me actually getting off my ass and out into the night to view any potential meteor shower.
But how I might be feeling by 11pm, and whether or not we actually make it out of doors as planned, is anybody’s guess… 🙂
Yeah I know I’m a day late with this post, but I was just too tired last night to make any real sense – me rambling on while firing on all four cylinders is bad enough, but when I’m suffering from brain-drain even I don’t understand myself what I’m trying to say!
Anyway, Linda’s prompt for this week is to use the title of whatever book we’re reading and write a post linked to the title. I’m currently reading ‘Pretending to Dance’ by Diane Chamberlain, and the title most definitely reminds me (with a wry smile and a chuckling laugh) of the latest ‘dancing’ I’ve done, with my young grandchildren, in front of their TV.
My youngest daughter lives in a house right in front of a bus stop, which is really handy when catching a bus but must cause a bit of amusement to any passengers who happen to glance out of the bus window in passing. Because although from the outside no-one can see my grandchildren dancing about below the level of the window, they can certainly see me, fully-framed by the lovely picture window dancing like a maniac, apparently all alone.
The thing with my grandchildren is that in spite of their fierce concentration on their own moves, they also expect full particiption from everyone involved and so check frequently that I am indeed joining in properly. No pretending is tolerated – it’s real dancing or nothing! And you know what – it’s such fun! I don’t care how silly I look, playing with my grandchildren in whatever way they choose is one of the best feelings in the world… ❤
PS My three-year-old grandson’s current favourite dance tune is Gangnam Style, and yes he knows all the moves, and yes, he expects me to know them too… sigh! So whatever crazy visions of the scene you may have conjured up in your head, however over-the-top and ungainly they may be, double it and you’re almost there 🙂
Ooh, I really love soaking in a deep tub of hot water, feeling all pink and relaxed… sheer bliss… ahh…! 🙂
This naughty-but-nice political poster caught my eye yesterday, ripped edges flapping flamboyantly in the breeze – ‘Mistress May Make You Rue The Day’.
When it comes to Theresa May’s continued reign as Prime Minister, she may still have the reins of the country in her ‘strong and stable’ hands – just – and she certainly has the bit between her teeth when it comes to Brexit, but she may find she needs to rely on the three line whip a lot more now she’s lost her parliamentary majority, especially as there are a larger-than-ever number of MPs who may be more than happy to rain on her parade! 🙂
Is it a sign of things to come in the uncertain times we live in that, when I saw a Police van parked directly in front of the entrance to our local tube station, I hesitated before entering. I felt myself hold back, just for a second, and it seriously upset me.
In all the fifteen years I’ve lived in London I’ve never stopped living my life because of fear – I’ve deliberately kept clear of certain busy places at particular times because I don’t like huge crowds, but never because of fear. I’ve been here during terrorist attacks, and along with many other Londoners have always just kept calm and carried on, vigilant yet undefeated.
But today it wasn’t the threat of potential terrorist activity that held me back, it was more an awareness of a growing unease across the population as a whole. People are becoming more and more desperate and angry – angry at out-of-touch politicians consistently making decisions that are divisive, politicians who are then highly critical of increasing divisions in society and blame the people rather than reassess their policies.
People who have the least power but the most need are tired not only of constantly struggling but also of being dismissed as unimportant by successive governments who dangle them like puppets, unwilling players in their vanity project political games. This is how riots begin – anger leading to unrest that quickly becomes more and more heated until it all boils over and spills onto our streets, a conflagration of frustration.
Recently I’ve felt that sense of overheated danger spark ominously in the air again, electrifyingly charged, crisp and crackling close to the surface in some public spaces – and it was my awareness of this air of unease that stopped me in my tracks yesterday. It passed quickly enough, and I carried on with my day as usual. But just for that split-second moment, I hesitated, and that hesitation worries me…
So I attended the 2017 Bloggers Bash here in London earlier today, but I must admit to taking only one photograph while I was there, with my phone, and that was a badly-exposed image of the huge window of the hotel meeting room – epic fail on my part, especially with a blog based as much on photography as writing!
Anyway, I had a really great time today (even if my camera didn’t), and if anyone out there is wondering what the Bash is actually like and is maybe thinking about attending next year, please do seriously consider it as everyone is so friendly and welcoming, even for socially inept introverts like me – first and foremost it really is a fun event.
I caught up with some of the wonderful bloggers I met last year, and also met some new friends along the way. The best thing is when you start chatting with someone you’ve never met before and suddenly realising you already know them from their blog, and they’re exactly the same in real life as they are in their posts!
Overall the Bash is the perfect mix of semi-formal structure and informal mingling – neither a full free-for-all nor a fixed lecture-style format. There was an interesting presentation on monetising your blog (and the importance of using multiple social media platforms) and another on making the most of Pinterest in order to drive traffic to your blog, as well as an open panel discussion with various blog-related questions taken from the floor.
The ongoing presentation of the Annual Bloggers Bash Awards (the ABBAs) was also interspersed intermittently across the day, with lots of extended breaks in between for coffee and chatting – and also for each of us being collared individually by the lovely Hugh to say ‘hello’ on video. (Resulting film clips to follow in due course, no doubt!)
Hats off once again to the most excellent Blogger’s Bash committee for working so hard for the third year in a row to organise such an amazing event, their commitment deserves so much more than a mere ‘thank you’, but it’s the best I can do – big hugs all round guys, sending lots of blog love your way and I hope to see you all again next year… 🙂
Given my current stress levels – we’re in the process of selling our flat here in London in the South of England, with the intention of relocating lock, stock and barrel to Inverness in the North of Scotland – it’s a wonder I’m not imploding with the enormity of it all.
I know some people move up and down and all around the country all the time without giving it a second’s thought, but I’m definitely a home bird and I like to keep my daily habits and routines (not to mention my immediate environment) intact as far as possible, so this feels like a big emotional upheaval for me to be caught up in the middle of.
There’s been a lot going on for us for a while now, long-standing work issues and ongoing health issues and financial considerations and a very frustrating legal process dragging on in the background forever and a day, each on their own more than enough to be dealing with long-term, but cumulatively almost too much to bear. Almost, but not quite: I have to give us some credit for sticking to our guns, because we’re not giving up on sorting out any of it.
In spite of it all of it all – perhaps because of it all – we’re choosing to move to the other end of the country, so right now we’re just focusing on the future and looking forward to settling in to our new life, in our new home, wherever in Inverness that home may turn out to be… 🙂
Here in the UK our clocks go forward an hour tonight – oh joy (I hope you spot the hint of sarcasm in my tone). With us the Spring time change is always on the last Sunday in March, and for some reason no matter how old I get it’s always an issue for me to adapt. It’s as if I’m such a creature of habit my in-built body-clock simply rebels against being messed about – oh, and I stuggle with awful jet-lag, too, it really zombifies me for ages.
I think the worst ever March for time-changes for me was probably the particular year we flew to the USA for a family visit with my in-laws. We arrived there on the first weekend in March, and a week later I was just about getting used to the six-hour time difference when the clocks went forward an hour. Then the following weekend, just as I was starting to feel more like a human again we flew back to the UK with yet another zombifying jump in time difference to get used to – and then just for good measure, a week later the clocks changed here, too… 😦