Friday, November 27, 2015
Friday, November 13, 2015
So imagine my surprise at myself when a few days before Halloween, I came upon the 'Christmas Shop' in Marks and Spencer and felt a sudden uplifting of my spirits at the sight of all the sparkling ornaments and jolly old St. Nicks! I suddenly felt the lost sense of excitement that Christmas used to bring to me but hasn't for many years now.
The past few months have been for me one of frustration and sadness at the state of the world, of Europe and of attitudes so many of us have towards those less fortunate than ourselves in the West. The Global State of Mind is pretty depressing right now. Yesterday's meeting in Malta proved once again that Europe is impossible to run. Millions of people are desperately trying to leave deathly dangers and we look at them and wring our hands and can barely bear to see. The idea of ever closer union among European nations seems to me to be a sick joke. One of the reasons for fighting wars in the Middle East was to keep the battles 'over there' not 'here'! Well guess what -- there is no escaping the consequences of that stupidity and the sooner we figure that out the better. And 'not in my back yard' is not the right answer...
So while I am feeling all uplifted and happy at the onslaught of the celebrations to come, it will behoove me to remember the message on the Christmas card that reads "Peace on Earth and Good Will to All Men"!
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Thursday, October 01, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Throughout our time on earth, ours has been the stories of mass migrations and social upheaval. By now it should have taught us that not only is migration inevitable, it is necessary for our ultimate survival.
Building fences or walls, sending armed marshalls or guards only foments hatred, dissent and fear among all the peoples affected and separates us from each other in ways that can take centuries to overcome. And all to no avail because one way or another migratory change is going to happen.
So why then are we all not taking positive steps to help incorporate new societies into the fabric of our own and stop wasting time and resources in preventing what is impossible to prevent.
Of course there are moral issues. We are watching scenes of devastating poignancy daily on our television screens and we are being threatened with dire consequences if we don't stem the tide of the masses that will overwhelm us. And so we convince our inner souls that it is right and necessary to turn our backs on those who so desperately seek our help.
What is very disturbing to me is the dissention and, indeed, vitriol within our own society, within families and among friends -- nevermind Internet colleagues -- that is now rife. Personally, i come from a nation of immigrants and cannot forget that heritage. We are in fact all products of ages of immigration and migration and it is at our peril to forget that.
Friday, August 21, 2015
Sunday, August 02, 2015
It is a very long drive from Southport to the Lot. We left on July 8th and arrived here on the 10th. The house was in its usual state -- lots of dust and spiders. Nothing unusual -- that is until there was a 'bang' of sorts and the electricity went off. After a short investigation The Man got us re connected and we are still nome the wiser as to what happened..
The result of this scare, however were frayed tempers resulting in The Broad storming out in 38C heat to walk to the village shop to by tomatoes-- which I had forgotten to by earlier.
The next day all was much calmer and necessary apologies were made or I would have stayed on my high horse and time was not to be wasted ...
Alors ... time could not be wasted because we had a family of five coming to stay for 4 days in less than a weeks time. Fortunately, the grass had been cut and the terrace had been successfully treated to stay clean so all The Man had to do was get the swimming pool up and filled with water.
Ha! We arrived on Friday. The Man had set aside Sunday to set up the pool. Sunday came and with great anticipation he began the task. From the terrace I heard a sudden anguished "OH, NO"!!! Upon opening out the pool he discovered to his absolute horror that mice had ingested much of the bottom with giant Swiss cheese effect...
Ho, hum... the discovery on Sunday in La France Profond meant that a replacement pool woul have to wait until the next day. Fortunately, we found another pool the next day. It was even bigger that the one the mice ate. 18 feet across instead of 15 and 4 feet deep instead of 3.5.but of course that presented us with problems we hadn't anticipated...
In the meantime I was fighting my yearly battle to get some kind of
Internet connection. Before we left England for France I learned that I mcould get a pay-as-you-go connection with Three -- 10 gigabytes for £15 per month and that I would pay the same amount while in France. I have a little mobile router that enables me to do this, but when I got here I could not get connected! Needless to say I was not very happy about that.
Then we tried to get the TV up and running. A good friend was coming to watch the Wimbleton Final. The reception kept breaking up. In fact it was just impossible to watch. Then we discovered that we could not receive any of the BBC channels! We know that we are on the edge of the 'foot print' but last year we were fine.
Anyway we were not fine now and The Man had two theories. The first being that the decoding box was old and had been playing up for some time. To that end he had our son get us a new satellite box and give it to the family coming to stay with us in a few days time. His second theory was that we needed to invest in a larger satellite dish...
In the meantime back at the pool, which was hour after hour after even more hours filling with water. This pool took a lot more than the mouse-ingested pool! And we were about to discover that having the groung absolutely level is very very important. .
Thursday, June 18, 2015
|At breakfast our 1st morning|
Cyprus is a very popular destination for many British people and over my years in England i have heard a lot about it, but this is my first trip. For the past few years we have heard from many that the Greek south of Cyprus has been spoiled by over commercialization and beaches that have been ruined by tall buildings and sprawling hotels. We were advised
That to experience the 'old Cyprus' we should go to the Turk.ish north. And infeed here we are in a beautiful little hotel in Kyrenia right by the sea.
we arrived late on the night of the 10th of June. Our travel rep had sent a car to meet us in Larnaca in the south of the island so we had to cross the line dividing the country and show passports to gain admittance. It wasn't until a few days later when we were driving around that we saw the irrefutable evidence of Turkish presence. Time and as we drive from one place to another we come upon wire fences with signs warning all not to take pictures and saying that it is a military zone. Several times The Man has been thwarted when attempting to find some place that he had known long ago only to find the way blocked.
The Cypriots that we have spoken to have all said that they are hoping that their small country will be reunited in the next couple of years. But I see many signs that this may be wishful thinking. Everywhere are Turkish monuments to their presence. These monuments are to be seen in the towns and atop cliffs and embellished in grand public work schemes -- as if to announce tonthe world that "Here we are and here we mean to stay".
Sunday, May 31, 2015
More and more I am using expressions that I remember my grandparents and aunties using, like 'in my day' or 'when I was a girl' or even 'back in the 60's' or worse, 'back in the 60's when I was young...'
When I was a young woman, it wasn't a problem finding a job -- there were always loads in the paper ...
In my day, I had no trouble getting an apartment that I could afford on my own ...It was all so Happy Days and comedy sit-com-land! Can you tell I come from white middle class America? Indeed!
I used to love comedy programs -- now I can't appreciate the comedians my children find hilarious. Most movies do not interest me at all and when I go The Man doesn't want to go with me because the sound is so loud it hurts his ears. We are both old codgers and there is no going back...
We are going away for two weeks for my birthday to a warm Mediterranean location. I have not been told exactly where -- which is fine with me as I do like surprises. And old codger that I am I do still enjoy travelling -- although the long haul trips do take their toll on me when I get back home. And my back aches a lot -- well everything aches first thing in the morning.
The weatherman said this morning that for the next couple of days it will feel more like the end of October and early November than the 1st of June. Needless to say, he got that right. I am off now for my slippers and very cozy dressing gown before settling down with a hot drink and the next installment of Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell...
Monday, May 18, 2015
I fervently hope that this country decides to stay part of the European Union. But I can understand why more and more people now have a negative attitude to our membership. First there were the annoying rules from Brussels that seem to most of us to be ridiculous -- from the curves in bananas and cucumbers to how food must be labelled. Why were certain countries allowed to become members when they did not meet the financial criteria that were supposedly required for membership. (France did not meet the financial criteria and it was one of the original members!)
When a country joins the EU they join as an equal member -- with the same rights and privileges as every other member state. And part of the equality is that its citizens are allowed to travel and settle in any other member state. Many people in Britain and in other of the wealthier countries are very unhappy with number of immigrants that are now here quite legally -- because there is work and because there have been very generous benefits given by the State.
The Man and I have several Polish friends who have very freely admitted that the reason they have come to Britain is because "of the benefits"! But now that they are losing many of those benefits, they are busy getting themselves second and third jobs -- jobs that are all low paying -- wives are no longer staying at home, teenagers are finding work after school and on weekends. Every foreign worker that I have met is contributing to the economy, many with jobs that no Brit can be found to do.
Two of my sons have had jobs in the EU -- one now in Italy and the other a few summers ago, in France. The Man and I can visit our vacation home in France as often and for as long as we like. We can travel throughout the EU freely, buy goods and bring them home pretty much without restriction. We even have a medical card which gives us the right to receive the same care as each state provides its own citizens.
But the most important disadvantage to Britain not being in the EU is 'commitment' to Europe. By being part of the Union we are giving substance to the belief that we are part of Europe and that we can find ways of working together to solve problems and find solutions -- both economic and social. Seventy years ago we began the process of ending our mutual history of being one of many warring European nations. The EU has been part of that process and Britain was slow to become part of it. To quit now seems to me a backward step and one made out of fear -- to the detriment not only to Europe, but especially to this country.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Since my political leanings are more to the left of Centre, I am not exactly thrilled with the outcome -- but satisfied at least the we have one of only 8 Liberal Democrat MPs. I am now in the midst of filling out my citizenship application so that next time, God willing, I shall be allowed to cast my ballot and not feel 'left out' of the proceedings!
I sincerely hope that by the time of the next election the UK will still be a member of the European Union -- that will be the next big fight. And the Conservatives will probably be doing most of it amongst themselves! Apparently, One of the first bills to be put through by the new Government will be the Abolition of the Human Rights Act. Sounds ominous to me -- doesn't quite have the same 'ring' to it as say the Abolition of Slavery...
It is good to be home, though it would be nice to suffer from a bit more warmth in the air. The winds are up, but the sun is out. The cherry blossom lasted all of two days -- one of which was all but lost on me due to jet-lag. And speaking of the 'lagged-jet'!
Our arrival back to Britain was delayed by 10 hours, which means that we are each receiving compensation from the airline to the tune of 600 Euros! The Man remembered reading that EU passengers have the right to compensation for delays over 4 hours and so he duly wrote to the airline and was rewarded with a prompt and positive reply.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
It has been a lovely New England Spring day in Boston. We left my niece and her family at 4.00 to be sure of ample time for returning the car and getting booked in. En route to the airport I received a text that our flight to Paris would be delayed from 20.45 to 00.35! If there is one thing to drive The Man around the bend it is to have to wait for just about anything for even 5 minutes. Instead of arriving at Manchester Airport at 13.30 we
Will now arrive at 21.30!!!
The staff claim the delay is caused by technical problems in Paris. However, i don't believe them. I believe the flight was cancelled because they didn't have enough passengers to come close to filling the huge Airbus 380 originally scheduled to fly. Saying it is technical means they don't have to fork out compensation.
Ho-hum! And Logan Airport only offers 45 minutes of complementary wifi so I better publish while I still can!
Thursday, March 26, 2015
So with a few excuses to myself I have recently acquired a new toy. To be precise a 'Wireless Mobile Phone Monopod'.
"What's that?" asked all three of my boys, to my bemusement. When I told them, each one of them in turn laughed out loud at me and shook his head. On thinking about it for a few minutes, the eldest of my children -- who is in his 40's decided that perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea after all. But his children, the eldest of whom is Sam age 14, laughed...
The monopod was just challenging enough for me to deal with and feel a sense of achievement at mastering its technology. I learned how to assemble it and how to turn it on and re-remembered how bluetooth works. After initially failing to successfully operate it when I pushed the handy button, I discovered once again how important it is to read the directions. Actually, to be fair to myself, I had a bit of bother finding the directions -- but that was just a momentary lapse on the learning curve! I wish I had had it in Korea. However, it will be very useful on my upcoming trip to the States when all the family will be together. Though I can understand why it is banned in several high profile places!
Yes, fellow bloggers, I am now the proud, if laughed at, owner of what is generally known as a 'selfie stick'! Click!
Monday, March 16, 2015
I am so glad that winter is finally coming to an end. I have been busy making arrangements for The Man and me to go to the States in April. We leave the Wednesday after Easter and return to the UK three weeks later. The joint memorial service for my brother and my mother will be on the 18th. Throughout the 3 weeks of our stay we will be seeing close family and friends and travelling from Boston to Vermont, to Connecticut, then to Washington, DC before returning north to Cape Cod and then again to Boston to fly back. The Man will do most of the driving!
The trip to DC will be a nostalgic visit. It is where I went to University, where I lived for 17 years and where I met The Man. I haven't been back there since the 1980s. I have not blogged much, if at all, about my life in the Nation's Capital. It was there I did most of my growing up, had my hippy days, made foolish mistakes, had wonderful times and met wonderful people.
Yesterday was Mothering Sunday/Mother's Day here in the UK. I learned something in church that in light of current affairs and our concerns with things ethnic, in particular, I found very interesting. The service yesterday included children in the Parish and the scouts. The vicar asked them how many times they thought Mary, the mother of Jesus, had been mentioned in the New Testament. The children guessed figures from 'zero' to a thousand, but the one who came closest said '14'. My guess would have been '10'. The correct answer is '12'. Then the Vicar asked how many times Mary had been mentioned in the Koran. Nobody got that right! The answer is '36'! Not only is she mentioned three times as often in the Koran as in the New Testament, there is even a chapter in the Koran (Chapter 19) called 'Mary'. Food for thought...
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Just as well I had donned the down! Several paces from the store a sudden fierce whirlwind took hold of me and spun me around -- I was holding the coat I had been wearing earlier, which didn't help. At the same time a mixture of rain, snow and sleet lashed down upon me making it almost impossible to see. It was difficult to stay on my feet, but I did manage to make my way slowly toward the car. At last, I was nearly there only a few more seconds ...
when what to my wondering ears did I hear, but the car starting up and thrown into gear!
Horror struck and wind blown I watched as the old red Volvo wound its way to the other side of the car park to the entrance of the store I had just exited. Snow and rain and hail, not to mention wind continued to pummel me and I began to try to get to where the car now was. Then The Man saw me and slowly made his way back to where I was standing. I opened the door -- not easy in the wind and with the elements making their way into the car before me and The Man bawling me out for not waiting for him in the store like any sensible person would do!!!
I closed the car door and the wind stopped, as did the snow, as did the rain, as did the sleet. Then The Man took me to my girlfriend's house, where I had a very nice cup of tea and a delicious piece of cake!
Here are some pictures from my friends in Cape Cod where a blizzard is a blizzard:
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
As frail as she was before the illness in August, she become much more frail and was wheelchair bound. And she also had long periods of being extremely confused about where she was and who she might be talking about. So, without a doubt, she was ready to 'go home'.At the time of her death, she had not been told that my brother had died.
In the last months of her life she often spoke about being ready for death, but as various ills befell her, she simply replied that, "I'm just going with the flow"! In fact, when my sister visited her on the second day of her last illness, expecting her to be close to death, she had in fact rallied again and was quite lively and chipper, and repeated what had become her mantra of 'going with the flow"...
In April there will be a joint memorial service in Kent, Connecticut in the same church where we had the service for my father. A few days before her ashes will be interred next to my father. It is all being arranged and we all agree. We all know that the tragedies of the past weeks all for the very best, but, of course, we are all very sad.
She was the last of her generation. I imagine them being all back together now and my brother with them. All are free of illnesses and infirmities. That generation and the one before left our family a legacy rich in love and goodness and they all of them live in my heart.
What startles me is the sobering thought, that I am now the family Matriarch!
Wednesday, January 07, 2015
He was living in a nursing home in Raleigh, North Carolina, near his wonderful only son and wonderful daughter-in-law. They picked me up at the airport and I was welcomed with open arms.
When I saw my brother the next morning, he was greatly changed from the athletic 6 foot three inch 'big' brother he had been when I last saw him 20 months earlier. Bill had always stood straight and tall. When I saw him for the first time in the nursing home I was taken aback to see him hunched over on a sofa like a very old man.
He knew me right away and with a little prodding straightened up and was ready for a visit. I had been well prepared for his disorientation and confusion about where he was and what he was doing there. Since his collapse several months before his mind had become seriously re-wired. For example, as we walked along the corridor together he explained to me that this was the railroad station and we were walking along the track. Walking to his room later, he pointed out that several of the rooms were the offices of the CEO of his company. However, he was able to come back with me to his son's home where we enjoyed a barbecue and sat outside in perfect Raleigh spring weather -- no bugs and no extreme heat!
In November Bill had a fall and broke his hip. The prognosis was that we would be wheelchair bound -- probably permanently. In early December my two sisters were able to visit him for the first time and they had a lovely visit, which Bill and they very much enjoyed. His son told me that it was soon after that that he began to fail. He called me on Boxing Day, December 26, to say that his father had become very lethargic on Christmas Day and that his Doctor said to prepare for the end -- probably that night. They were surprised he managed a few days more. He was only 64...
The same day, my mother, suffering from old age dementia and very very confused, was moved from her nursing home to a new place 10 minutes away from my youngest sister. Life throws up such sudden unexpected changes. From one day to the next the world can turn upside down and turmoil reign. But when I stop to examine my life and my family, I see how fortunate I am that we are so loving and kind and caring toward each other and that is truly a great deal in this life.