So sad to witness the gradual loss of memory…how to do familiar tasks..worrying about time to do things, inability to settle to watch and follow TV programmes……the heart is heavy that sees these things.
Looking through a pile of unopened mail, birthday cards addressed to me for tomorrow I saw one addressed to Teresa Collins and Family!! what is this I wonder, then realised it was the card purchased today by husband John. He asked me to go with him to the shop and then asked me which one I liked……So sad to think he could no longer do this simple task without my help..my heart is heavy and there is nothing I can do.
the sun is shining, the sky is blue….all is quiet on the road outside
but I am at the bottom of the pit.
The radio keeps reminding me it’s a Holiday weekend but I am stuck here with nowhere to go and nothing but housework to do…………….Not even a chance of seeing family…they are all too busy visiting or entertaining friends.
A short drive to a local beauty spot would be nice!!!!!!!!!!
As I ponder the idea of going anywhere I realise that all throughout my married life, if we did go on holiday I was the one to organise it.
Now I wan’t to be organised by someone else. the stress and worry of such things is too much to contemplate. Sadly the only significant other is way past doing such things .
Today I decided to crack on with the scrapbook I have planned to make for my eldest Grandson.
I realised the other day that I had to complete it before November next year when he will be 30!!
I belong to a Scrapbooking club and we meet once a month and based on the progress I have made over the past six months I am not going to get the job done.
I have made five complete books for my other grand children and have almost completed a sixth for our youngest grand-daughter who will be 18 in 2019.
I also made one for our youngest son to mark his fiftieth birthday. As he is a guitarist I decided to make it in the shape of a guitar!!! Well this turned out to be quite a challenge but I succeeded in completing it. I have been searching my photos for a picture but can’t find one to share with you.
Here he is opening it! You can just about make out the shape .
The first one I made was a record of my visit to Canada when we went to Vancouver Island, then on the Rocky Mountaineer from Vancouver to Calgary. From there we flew to Moncton NB and on to Miramichi. We stayed with friends there and also had a weekend on PEI. We were following in the footsteps of William and Kate who were a few days ahead of us!!!
Then I decided I would make one for each of my grand children as they reached their 18th birthdays. My eldest Grandson had already passed this milestone hence the reason for celebrating his 30th with one.
Most of them have been 12 x 12 format but this one is 8 x 8 and you can get a glimpse of it in the picture at the top. Today I have managed 3 pages and planned a fourth.
Google chrome is refusing to work and windows 10 won’t share my photos!!! I’ll try to outwit it!! I’ll find a page from the most recent book I have almost completed!
Yay!! I managed it !!
I’ll be interested to hear from any Scrapbookers!!
Whilst the talk is of holidays and busy motorways, airports etc fills the TV and radio news my heart is heavy with the knowledge that I don’t stand much chance of escaping from the day to day. I will have to remain here!!
Daughter has flown off to Spain with her husband. Eldest son and his wife are in Sri Lanka and second son will shortly be off to the Edinburgh festival with his Family.
at this very moment I am enduring endless Irish Folk music as my Husband delves into his ancient collection of discs and tapes which remind him of days gone by. ‘It’s a long way to Tipperary’ A song allegedly written for a 5 shilling bet in Staleybridge and taken up as a marching song by British Troops in the First World War.
This week we have been investigating the possibility of trading in his Accordion for a smaller model. this is because he has started to play it again and is finding it too heavy to manage. It is a lovely instrument, quite pristine and well cared for : a 72 bass Galotta, he bought it many years ago from a retired gentleman who was having a similar problem.
The nearest place I could find after an afternoon browsing the internet, was Birmingham a city in the Midlands about 80 plus miles from Peterborough UK where we live.
Only an hour and a half by road (traffic and road works permitting) but in my mind it might as well be the moon!!! Would it be worth the effort when it’s perfectly possible that he may change his mind about playing a new one or even forget how to!!!
Browsing through photos to find one to insert I was reminded of numerous holidays both here in UK and also far far away. we even managed to get away in the winter to warmer climes, on the Spanish island of Tenerife and then a couple of years we made it to Florida!
Our trip on the Rocky Mountaineer and then a stay with friends in Miramichi NB was a great one. I made a Scrapbook of the whole trip which also included a visit to Vancouver Island, staying with an old School Friend.
Our second visit to Canada was also great. We stayed with another friend, just outside Toronto. During that visit we made it to Niagara Falls and Niagara on the lake.
Next has to be our trips to Dubai. Our eldest son lives and works there so we see it from a different viewpoint, totally different from your regular tourist. My last visit was with my daughter and grand-daughter and the highlight of that one was the Burj Khalifa, tallest building in the World.
February or November are the best times to visit Dubai as the temperatures are good.
For many years, in fact 14 altogether, we spent a week in the Springtime on the beautiful island of Guernsey in the Channel Isles. We spent many a day rambling along the cliff walks, stopping for coffee at the various little cafes looking out to sea, or picnicking in a sunny spot.
It is good to have memories but they are not the same as actually being there!!!
As I ate my bowl of strawberries and Greek yogurt ( sorry i know it should be cream but Yogurt is supposedly more healthy), I was musing upon the title and wondering about the composer of the song ‘Strawberry fields forever.’
Attributed to Lennon and MCCartney it was actually John Lennon’s childhood memories of playing in the garden of a Salvation Army children’s home as a small boy.
it sparked my memories of my own children when we lived in Kent, famous for the fruit grown there. Every year when the strawberry fields were bursting with fruit they were off to pick some. The local Farmer had a mini bus and all the youngsters would hope to get picked up and taken out to the Farm. They earned their summer pocket money.and learnt how to value it’s worth. My youngest son even earned enough to buy a bike!!
I’m not sure the current generation of teenagers would even consider such hard work, for that is what it is, or was then.
Strawberries and Cream is also synonymous with Tennis and Wimbledon here in the UK. First and second week in July we have the All England Championships and together with watching the Tennis a Strawberry Tea is apparently ‘A must’!!
This year we have been sweltering in some incredible temperatures comparable to Dubai or California. It has even caused me to invest in a cooling fan without consulting my Husband I made a unilateral decision!! I am enjoying it’s cooling breeze even as I write. My Husband refuses to enjoy it !!! hey Ho!!
As we grow older tolerating the heat becomes a challenge. My feet and ankles seem to swell up every day as the temperature rises. cool spots are hard to find in the house, and cooking meals is not a pleasant task. Salads have become the order of the day. No doubt the Strawberry Harvest will be a bumper one.
The last really hot Summer I recall was in 2006 when we were still living in Kent but poised of the brink of a challenging move to Cambridgeshire. The house was full of boxes packed with many of our possessions, the rooms were looking bare, some of the furniture had been sold or given away and there wasn’t a lot to do but while away the hours in the garden with a good book. Of course I was 11 years younger then and a lot healthier than I am now!!!
we took a trip to Nottingham that year as we waited for a prospective buyer to make up their mind. Our second son and his family live there. They took us on a day trip to Lincoln and there we visited the Cathedral. Being further north and closer to the North Sea the weather was rather inhospitable that day!!! Not wet but rather chilly!!!
The Cathedral visit was an amazing experience with an exhibition of some very striking carvings.
it’s surprising how thinking about one thing can jog so many different memories! those of us who retain our memory should be truly grateful. Living with someone whose memory is fading is deeply challenging.
are you wearing too many hats? I definitely have too many.
I made a list of the one’s I seem to be forever popping on and it seemed rather long.
yesterday it was eleven today I had to add two more………no wonder I feel somewhat exhausted at times!
I got up today with a list of ‘to do’things in my head but suddenly it seemed like a mountain too high to climb. Which hat to put on first? I tried a few diversionary tactics like sitting down and e mailing my cousin, checking my e mails, looking at FB………..
So I finally got dressed and put on my Housekeeper’s hat, made the beds and vacuumed 3 rooms, put some washing out to dry and decided on the mid day meal. Whilst doing these tasks I determined I would then go down to a regular Coffee morning in the village , hopefully to engage in some interesting conversation.
this would also include a walk which I need to do everyday..luckily the weather is really balmy ,blue skies and a gentle breeze. A good crowd of friendly faces greeted me at St B’s hall. conversation ranged from theatre trips,family history, poems by AA Milne,the news and several more topics. Several of the group remembered particularly the poems in A A Milne’s book When we were very Young and took to reciting them together……. I have just found a battered paperback copy on my shelves given to our youngest son by my beloved sister Mary (RIP) at Christmas in 1961!!
The King’s breakfast was one of my favourites. someone else remembered Halfway down the stairs.
I have just thought of another hat i could put on! Raconteur! that would bring the total to fourteen.. Too many I think. I will have to dispose of some of them.