I’m going to be honest here as I feel I need to release, I hope you don’t mind…
I’ve had a pretty emotional last couple of weeks and to be trueful I’m finding it hard to motivate myself …
I’ve had to rehome my little lap dog due to having to have my other dog put to sleep for health reasons, my little lap dog would not cope without her because sadly I had to leave them on their own for hours whilst I went to work. The little dog has a lovely new home with dog play friend, lots of laps & human company. He is very happy. My home is quiet and I’m still grieving. I miss them especially my dog that was put to sleep she was the most beautiful dog, ever so faithful, full of love. It hurt to say goodbye. There are times when I forget they are gone, then it hits me hard.
I also had an ugly ending to a fake friendship that I considered real the other day, which still hasn’t settled within me. This was not the right time but then is there ever a right time for dealing with matters that affect the heart and mind?
My braces cause my teeth to permanently ache, they give me a slight lisp and I’m craving for certain food but if I have I won’t manage to eat them. I can’t chew and am paranoid of keeping the braces clean. This I would normally cope with but it’s just not the right time to have added suffering.
I can’t seem to relax to read, watch a film, play my ukulele or anything that would normally bring me enjoyment.
I know of the sound advice I give to others and to myself but I can’t seem to apply it.
I feel I have been zapped of my zeal for life.
I need to shed some tears but I have become numb with all the emotion that is whirling around my head & heart. They well up but they won’t tumble anymore.
The words that I’m hanging onto is ‘Time is a great healer’.
At school a child was reading all about ‘sand’ they got fascinated by some of the facts. I was able to tell them about the coloured sand rocks at the Isle of Wight, how people used to be able to scrap them to get a rainbow colour of sand in a glass. You now have to buy the glass jars ready made up but still lovely to look at the rocks in their glory.
I then remembered when I was little I used to visit Weymouth, South of England, there used to be a sand sculpture on the beach, where a theme would be chosen & made entirely out of sand.
The child was very inquisitive to find out more so off we went to research …
We found that the sand sculpture pitch on beach had turned into a sand world. We flicked through the photos both open mouthed & wide eyed. Some were amazing, people are very talented, look at what we can create out of different materials beautiful skilled art work.
Anyhow I found this one and just had to post for all book lovers out there!
Image from sand world, Weymouth.
The book Moby Dick (Herman Melville) probably considered by some to be the greatest book written tells of a great sea adventure and of human determination.
I recently discovered that in 2009 Fred Beneson (data engineer) had a light bulb moment. Why not turn this great book in English literature into the future of modern expression … Emoji! At first he did consider translating the bible into emoji.
Emoji’s are used in text, emails & social network … 💻 📱 👀
Influenced by how modern cultures, language & communication relies a lot on digital technology, he set about fund raising, then contracted thousands of people to translate one sentence each into emoji. Then a vote took place, the best ones entered into the book.
Example of text –
Call me Ishmael …
The Library of Congress added the book to it’s massive collection of great classics.
Very interesting …
What do you think?
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In my car I had to go down a street that is very narrow due to residential parking, at the ends of the long road cars queue up facing each other.
The unwritten rule is to let a few go one end then a few go the other. Cars seemed to pile up in the middle so there was an halt to movement. Slowly but surely cars started to move again, then I ended up at the next small street which joins with a main road. It has room for a couple of cars to wait at the bottom so you politely wait at the top so you don’t block the road, which is what I did (waited politely that is) … But the car behind with the blacked out windows decided he did not want to wait. He overtook on two wheels with a screech and engine revs that were sooo loud it sounded like an aeroplane (slight exaggeration but called for to help you visualise). Only to be met with a land rover coming the other way, lucky no one got hurt. The land rover done a one finger wave to black out window car. When they managed to get past each other I was able to shift my car forward and ended up behind Mr black out window car. Then I found myself mouthing something like ‘silly man’ the true words have been omitted because they were xrated!
The reason why I’m telling you this is because I was reading a psychology piece saying that you should sing a song of joy 😦 if someone cuts you up etc (cuts you up as in car not as in axe murder because if someone was doing that, I’m sure I would not be singing a song of joy).
It stated to let the driver, drive on out of your life do not let it impact you negatively …
Ok that’s a good point, but then it adds we are all fundamentally the same, though you may not be the aggressor, loose cannon driver, there are aspects of that person that are just like you. Then it lists things like …
They could have graduated from the same school!?
They could like the same books!? …
Well that’s when I just burst out laughing!
So the moral of this is when an idiot cuts you up and nearly causes a crash my dear little bookworm friends just wonder if they are reading the same book as you …
Journey by Aaron Becker.
I came across this book at school, we are doing a massive literacy unit on it. We launched the start and the children & adults absolutely love it, a fantastic book for all ages. Where the book differs is it has no text, so the reader interprets the story solely through the pictures. This allows the reader to get deeper & more intricate each time the book is picked up.
It is a masterpiece, the art work is beautifully detailed. The story revolves around a young lonely, bored girl where she travels through a imaginary world with her magic red crayon.
It encourages rich vocabulary from the reader with it’s lush, visual, jaw dropping pictures. It is a book you can share and debate as to what, why, when etc …
The start leads to the end and the end to the start, which you don’t notice on the first ‘read’.
The illustrations alone are so impressive, a stunning book for all bookworms out there…
It would also make a wonderful gift, one to remember!
I found my self being transported back in my mind as I finished reading ‘Mrs Pepper-pot’. I had found this book on the shelf in the school library and just had to re-read as it was a favourite when young. I recalled picking this book and many more up from my local library. My mind reminded me of visiting the local library which was ten minutes walk from my house at the local shopping precinct. There was another library in the town which was a bus journey away, then there was Birmingham City where my nan lived. We used to have a day trip out to the massive library there and the Birmingham museum … Days filled with joy and adventure!
I decided to look up the library from childhood as I moved from that area when I was in my early twenties. I discovered that it still stands but it is boarded up as the council want to expand it into a one stop shop and cater more for adult learning. To be trueful I don’t quite remember it like the picture, I can remember walking down what used to be called the ‘spine’ but it was the 70’s and architecture has moved on since then. It is quite a contrast to my local library now that is situated in a little town, housed in a beautiful grade II listed building, but never the less it’s the inside that counts and I spent many happy hours in there reading. I now live in a village and we have a mobile library that visits the streets, I’m unsure how many of these buses still operate. Sadly libraries are slowly being replaced, the next generation to come will not know of the fun to be had, sitting in a building where you are surrounded by books, hearing story time by an adult who loves to read. Having your little ticket stamped and carrying those books home with an excited skip, hop and jump … Sigh!!!
At work today I was in the staff room and one of my work colleagues mobile went off, she picked up this gorgeous embroidered bag to retrieve her phone. After putting her mobile back I said ‘what a gorgeous bag!’. She replied ‘yep it’s my sisters birthday present, I liked it that much that I didn’t give it to her in the end’. Well there was division in the staff room of whether this was ‘ethical’, which I found highly amusing. My mind drifted off to my bookcase where I have endless books, some bought as gifts but never quite reached the person intended. Here is one of them such a delightful book ‘Heels on Wheels’ similar to Haynes car maintenance books but so much prettier. It covers how to ride a bike in a skirt, how to change a tyre & how to pimp your ride. It was meant to be a friends gift but when I got home I thought it was too cute to let go, besides it just fitted in the space on my book shelf. I think I may have a little problem with being a bibliophile! I did get my friend another gift, it was a book again but this time I bought two exactly the same, one sits on my bookcase, the other made it to my friends house! 😉