When is it time to hang up the keys?
When is it time to hang up the keys?
‘I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.’ E.B. White
This quote describes the cleft stick that many feel torn between. Or, are we improving the world by staying positive and doing the work we enjoy?
My letters to politicians may be a very small token to improve the world. I guess I must content myself with small increments. Improving the soil quality in our garden and growing our own vegetables brings satisfaction and cleaner air! Keeping the house clean makes it better on a micro level. Those small tasks completed to retain a semblance of order avoid chaos.
I used to think when my own grandmother was very old sitting in a chair and becoming negative, if only she could be aware that her thoughts are important! Positivity is contagious and helpful. Where as the opposite is also contagious, and can depress and hurt those you love.
So, as I get older, I am trying to take my own advice and remember to smile, as it uses fewer muscles than a frown. As my father used to say, ‘If you can’t think of something positive to say, say nothing.’
George Bernard Shaw wrote wisely about happiness: ‘The secret of being miserable is to have leisure to bother about whether you are happy or not. The cure for it is occupation.’
An amusing Noel Coward quote to finish on: ‘I’ve brought you here to enjoy yourself and you’re bloody well going to.’ Mother to child at the seaside, Cavalcade.
This prompt is kindly suggested by myathiestblog., as an alternative prompt from WP.
Food for the Soul (and the stomach) by Michelle W. Tell us about your favourite meal, either to eat or prepare. Does it just taste great, or does it have other associations.
If I’d been asked this question earlier in my life I would definitely say a roast dinner; be that chicken, lamb, beef or pork. As a child the roast was a traditional meal that was cooked on Sundays whilst we were at church. It was the condiments that made it special, either: stuffing, apple- sauce, mint sauce or cranberry sauce. The associated memories of eating as a family brings back a flood of warm feelings.
These days our eating habits have changed to many simple but tasty recipes. Eating fresh fruit before the meal has become the norm. One simple recipe that my beloved adores is sausage-rolls.
This is a simple meal, that can be made a little healthier with a salad.
Daily prompt: Ephemeral by Krista
Ephemeral is a modern condition. As a first wife, I felt ephemeral. Thinking how this affliction affects our lives is wide ranging from food, clothing, cars, movies, books, friendship, flowers, plants. I see people discard furniture to replace it with more popular updates, and even their houses can be replaced by newer more modern versions. I prefer to retain objects that remind me of people evoking memories. True friendship cannot be replaced.
The art world is full of ephemera. Here again, I choose to hang a painting I love and cherish, rather than have something temporary, that is fashionable.
Colour of houses and clothes change with fashion. Is it worth changing something that you’re happy with? Of course in nature there is much that changes, and that is the way the ephemeral is meant to be, giving us a time to look forward to bulbs and blossoms shooting in Spring; with Autumn leaves turning and dropping in their turn. There is enough change in nature without our wasting our resources creating more landfill.
Helen Carey books has written about words being omitted from the dictionary, that I think will interest a lot of you. Re-blogged in case you missed it. Thanks Helen.
Originally posted on helencareybooks:
Regular followers of my blog will know that I am concerned about words fading out of the English language. So imagine my dismay when I read recently that the Oxford University Press has expunged several words from the Oxford Junior Dictionary. And no, the deleted words are not out of use or particularly outdated, they are just apparently not ‘relevant to a modern day childhood’. The missing words include acorn, adder, bluebell, dandelion, kingfisher, otter and even conker. And the words taking their place in the new edition include broadband, blog, bullet point and, wait for it, celebrity!
It worries me that so many of the excluded words refer to our countryside, our fauna and flora. Do we really want to educate the next generation to give priority to cut-and-paste, voicemail and chatroom, over pasture, cowslip and cygnet?
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Daily Prompt: Weaving the Threads by Michelle W. Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to the other, but create a common thread between them by including the same item- an object, a symbol, a place in each part.
Dripping with water, Michelle lay down on her towel on an isolated beach and allowed the sun to dry her back. Her thoughts morphed into dreams. Poke! She was shocked into consciousness. The sun had disappeared behind a stranger standing over her. ‘I just thought you might like to know you’re getting burnt,’ said the stranger.
Gerry on his way to the beach swerved to avoid the echidna crossing his path. The bike skidded and he flew through the air head over heels, Gerry found himself sprawled on the tarmac. Blood oozed and he felt giddy, his helmet had cracked with the impact. He came to, finding a girl putting a towel around his shoulders asking him questions. The sun blinded him so that she looked like an angel.
The seagulls squawked as they threw the last of their crusts out the window. The sun was sinking into the water. They canoodled in the back of the car as twilight dimmed to dark. Jake pressured her to go a bit further. She wanted to save herself until after their marriage. ‘It’s alright,’ he said, ‘I’ve got a towel, you won’t damage the seat.’
Aunt Beulah asks questions of herself that I’m sure many bloggers are asking themselves. I admire the way she expresses herself and she always inspires me to better things.
Originally posted on Aunt Beulah:
Shortly after I began writing a weekly column for the local newspaper, I was pondering a head of lettuce at the local supermarket when an elderly gentleman with gray bushy eyebrows, a battered cowboy hat, and a painful-looking limp wheeled his cart my way.
“Hey, you! Yes, you.”
Startled, I looked around, but saw no other shoppers. Was he talking to himself or me? Finding either alternative alarming, I clutched my lettuce and prepared to flee.
“You’re Janet Sheridan, right?”
I nodded. In my hurry, did I cut him off in the parking lot? Or, heaven help me, had I run over his foot?
Without altering his stern expression, he limped on by, tipping his hat as he said, “I like your columns, young lady. They read real good.”
No words could have pleased a fledgling columnist more. When someone finds something of worth in my words, I feel…
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