Kindness:

The WordPress suggestion today is one I responded to before, so this time I shall tell you about the kindness of a special English teacher, Miss Street. Miss Street was a dedicated teacher and inspired me to have a pencil and paper by the bed, and a dictionary. As a consequence I’m constantly coming across words that either I’ve heard and not really understood, or are totally new. Reading constantly unfolds new ideas and words. I always remember this teacher when I write the words down.

Here are a just a few recent words:

Invoilably: that must not be violated, kept free from violence, or treated as if sacred.

Peripatetic: walking or travelling about, itinerant.

Malfeasance: the doing of an unlawful act.

Wordpost: The Kindness of Strangers, by Ben Huberman

When was the last time a stranger did something particularly kind, generous, or selfless for you? Tell us what happened!

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/the-kindness-of-strangers/

Holiday Fun:

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One handed! At least they are tall enough now, not to be lifted to reach.

One handed! At least they are tall enough now, not to be lifted to reach.

Dog in a mummy's costume

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Stamp collecting will be a thing of the past, since letter writing is going out of fashion.

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Mackenzie’s robotic dragon

Dog in a mummy's costume

Dog in a mummy’s costume

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Jack’s random shape

 

Mackenzie is determined to read all of Roald Dahl’s books. He completed ‘Matilda’ in two days. I’ve already been beaten at chess!

Happy Holidays!

 

Christopher Pyett

Barbara

Barbara, wife of artist, Christopher Pyett

I did say I’d show you this finished painting. Chris has experimented on this one using graphite, (pencil), gouache and water-colour.  He has now gone back to another he started of our daughter in law, Rachael.

We have the grand children staying, so I may be missing from the blogosphere for a bit. Happy holidays to those of you who are having school holidays!

Marmalade and Olive:

Marmalade and Olive

Marmalade and Olive

Olive:

If I was a cat and looked like that I’d hide my head in shame.

Blue eyes so blind that cannot find a mouse or even cheese.

Since then my life has changed to please a little one called Hazel.

Her eyes so blue, her cuddles true, my heart is full to bursting.

She loves me with all my faults, with pride and joy we both exalt.

6am is time for fun, even before the rising sun.

 

Marmalade:

A marmalade cat was meant to be                                                                                                       Asunder a merry Christmas tree                                                                                                                   To be given to a small, wee friend                                                                                                                 On whose arm I shall append.

Marmalade

Marmalade

 

The Golden Hour: The Daily Post by Michelle W.

6:00 AM: the best hour of the day, or too close to your 3:00 AM bedtime?

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/the-golden-hour/

 

 

A Glimpse into Death and Dying:

In our culture, talking about death is unusual, yet it is part of everyone’s life. There are other subjects that are taboo, such as: religion, politics and sex. I shall leave those alone today, but would like to write a little about death.

Visiting a dying friend yesterday made me ponder on differences. J.is dying of cancer and has come to the stage where he is wanting to die. His wife is distraught and wants him to fight it.         J. wants to die at home. Z. wants him to go back to hospital where he’ll get further physiotherapy. All he wants is to give up and die at home. I can see how exhausting it is for Z. but am sad that she can’t accept that J.’s time has come.

This weekend the children will return home for a family conference. Z. wants them to encourage J. to return to hospital. There are services that can be organized to help Z. at home, but they are expensive. They are financially comfortable and this would be possible.

If I put myself in her shoes, would it be selfish to expect my partner to prolong his agony? One can’t step in another’s shoes. I just hope that I have the courage to face such a situation, if it were to happen, more selflessly, and vice versa.

Watching my mother die, I remember how tiring it was. I think it was the uncertainty of not knowing how long it would take, that I found most difficult. I loved her dearly, but didn’t want to see her suffer. I left the room when she talked to the doctor. I respected her decision to take control of how she ended her life, and she had a doctor who respected her wishes. I just wish Z. could find the courage to accept J.’s wishes too, and not fight to the bitter end.

I’m sure there are many of you who have had to deal with death in your own families. Never an easy thing. I’d be glad to hear from you  with your beliefs, experiences, if you want to share.

Living in hope.

 

 

Simplicity is the beginning and end of my reasoning. I called my blog with my name, BKPyett, in the hope that when I publish this will be a launching place for my books. If my name becomes familiar, then people will recognize my name and be tempted to read more of my work. Living in hope is better than living without it.

All About me, Daily Post by Michelle W.

Explain why you chose your blogs title and what it means to you.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/all-about-me/