Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Dipping another toe back in the water...


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Starting to read some blogs ....and reading some lovely posts..I must stop lurking and make a comment or two.

The house if full here with both students at home and their Dad (a teacher) working from home..well trying to... it's a work in progress.

Our city is in 'Hunker Down' mode and most stores and facilities are closed. But on the bright side there are stores in the grocery shops (at present) and we can enjoy the parks and trails if we keep quite the physical gap ...and people seem to be adapting well to that and are often more inclined to call a friendly greeting in these strange times. The dog must wonder why the holidays have come early this year.

The news ...is the news.... and I need to ration the time I spend looking at it ...otherwise it is infuriating/depressing/worrying all those adjectives and many more.

I also find too much news makes you start to feel unwell and a 'good walk' has the opposite effect so logic decrees exercise should win the day.

The ducks are happy that it's not so darn cold at night at the moment.. below freezing but not way below and the good quackers are laying nicely. Which in these times I truly appreciate.

Samuel West (son of Prunella Scales and Timothy West) is reading poems and uploading them to sound cloud for all to enjoy (which is both lovely and kind)
 here's a link to one of his readings to start you off  click  HERE

This week I intend to sew face masks using one of these tutorials and I'd like to work a little on family history as a sanity saver (I just hope I don't send others round the twist)

so ending good thoughts and wishes I'm off to make a coffee and to gather up a tub of fire wood
you just take care xxxx

Mask tutorial links
 HERE 1
 HERE 2
 HERE 3
for reference
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from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)