scribbles tagged ‘list-o-philia’
I’ve been driven around different desirable areas in Minneapolis (thanks Peggy Pearl!) and will get some home choosing advice from a professional realtor. For now, these are the things influencing my likely choice of Wendy House in Minneapolis.
Warehouse conversion in downtown Minneapolis as a home because:
- Meeting neighbours. Making friends, in lifts, in corridors, in the shared facilities - garden, gym, swimming pool, garage, other social spaces
- Managing structural maintenance. Apartments have management companies. I won’t need to find, interview service providers and make arrangement to let them have secure access then check their work and follow-up if there are any problems.
- Size appropriateness: Not too big, not too small, not too many bathrooms to clean, no huge basement or loft to fill with stuff that I don’t need or use. Under the bed is enough space for unused stuff….
- No snow shovelling to get my car out. A warehouse apartment must come with some form of covered, maintained garage.
- In home Sampo care. Some apartments provide a service for caring for your pet while you’re away
- Walking places. The sidewalks downtown will allow me to walk to places (temperature permitting) like a range of restaurants, shops and galleries
- Bus services nearby. The Minneapolis bus services were pretty good, the city centre provides a central hub enabling me to get all over the place easily, not just use the ‘local’ route that goes through the village.
- More people like me. Single, no children living with them and elderly.
Arts and Craft’s house in a village style location in suburbia as a home because:
- Commute time and traffic. My work place is in a suburb with some very nice villages within easy distance with relatively light traffic (compared to Berkshire or Seattle)
- Can’t hear neighbours. I love living in a detached home, though I’ve had a lucky history in town homes (terraced housing)
- Garden for Sampo. Sampo has always been an indoor cat, but she does enjoy a wander in the current Wendy House garden and watching the other cats and birds play there
- Property space for the price. I can get more square footage for my dollar. Feels like more of an ‘investment’.
- Gardening. The relaxing pleasure of planning, planting, caring for, and watching my own garden grow
Have I missed anything that you think it’s important to consider? How would you rate the value of things. Not hearing the neighbours is a fairly weighty requirement…
I bought my first sofa aged 31 in 1994. At £899.00 it was a BIG purchase. Only the house and car cost more. We visited many sofa shops, we asked friends, we searched online. I saved up for a year and we used interest free credit for 3 years. It was a cast iron frame, hand made, sofa bed. I loved that sofa, it was so comfortable, in forest green, mustard and rust colours. The sofa moved several houses with me and eventually went to Seattle.
After 10 years of intensive use, in 2004, it looked its age. The arms had faded, the pattern was dated. It was still awesome to sit and sleep on, but I’d tired of it. I tried selling it on Craigslist as an imported, handmade classic British sofa. But even for $50.00, there were no takers. Eventually I got to a point where I was grateful that someone just took it away. It left to adorn a nice fellow’s mountain cabin porch where his Great Dane would enjoy lounging on it.
I’ve procrastinated on buying another sofa since then. 10 years of procrastinating, that deserves some kind of award. Close friends have pointed out that a front room without a comfortable sofa is not really good enough. I’ve got individual chairs, I’ve got a 17th century ‘Settle’, I’ve got a love seat. There are places to ‘sit’ comfortably. But a sofa seems a social necessity.
Since moving back to the UK I’ve been searching. I even have a Pinterest board dedicated to my search for a sofa. I’ve sat and bounced on sofa’s in stores, on my own and with friends. This has helped me to refine my awareness of my sofa purchase criteria to:
- Enough room for a cat to run underneath it
- Enough room for a vacuum cleaner to run underneath it
- Classic or innovative design
- A tight proportion of seat-space to sofa-size. No big arms or areas not used for sitting-on
- Plush, something that says ‘luxury’
- I can fall asleep on it (sat-upright and lying down)
- It can fit through my cottage front door and round the immediate hallway corner
- Must tone in with my golden and orange Persian rug
Finally I took my credit card to Bright of Nettlebed and commissioned a 2.5 seated Coleridge with claw and ball mahogany legs, feather seat cushions. The photograph was taken in the Nettlebed showroom. I’ve placed my choice of fabric over the back. The gold is a thick thread that has a delicate pattern as part of the weave using different textures. The orange thread is thick, like a dense chenille. It reminds me of the
- Designs of Charles Rene Macintosh
- Warmth of fire
- Symmetry of Japanese designs
- Gentle curves of nature.
The sofa will arrive in August… …when they’ve made it.
A selection of tweets you’ve missed because for some reason, that I haven’t quite fathomed, you’re not following my awesome self on twitter:
- Getting distracted from work by imagining the back stories to these requests for information http://www.whatdotheyknow.com
- Ready to date… ….Fig and walnut
- Defrosting archaic frdige. My hidden talents from the 1960′s are multitudinous
- “I can hear your voice like real in my head when I read the emails you sent me” But I’d never sent her any emails.
- My voice was captured by Cornish piskies. Negotiations for its return are ongoing. Inbetween floods.
- I washed my dreams in a hot white cycle. Distracted, I left them fermenting in the machine. Now a scent of garlic taints my aspirations
Yay! The awards for highlights of our teams’ recent Snowdonia hiking trip starting in reverse order start with 3rd place:
Bronze winner: Good kit
- Boots – that fit (NO BLISTERS), are waterproof (Goretex), green and by Berghaus in 1995. The hike guides had insightfully bought some compede plasters along to ward off blisters for the few people did suffer.
- Jacket – early Sprayway goretext (DRY) in a rather fetching royal blue from 1995. Between us we managed a full rainbow of colours
- Daypack – hung low on my hips carrying lots of yummy food, drink and holding emergency warm gear. On the two times that I fell over I landed on my bum and this 2004 Arcteryx bum bag gave me a wonderfully soft landing.
- Flapjack – sticky-sweet and freshly made by LargeOutdoors staff Saul and Gareth at the Hostel. Everyone enjoyed the benefit of the flapjack, no hike should leave home without some good home cooking that includes honey!
- Welsh water – Oh my! The water in wales tastes SO good! I wish the suppliers would do a deal with Thames water.
- Outstanding guides – the LargeOutdoor guide, Sian, was a local Welsh lass who really knew how to herd a large group of inexperienced hikers through the basics of outdoor health and safety and make sure their spirits are kept high.
- Excellent company – friendly adults of all ages. I mainly work with people in their 30′s so it was really refreshing to meet some more plucky ladies in thier late 40s. Yoga teachers, Engineers, Working in Child protection services, Project managers…. all sorts…
This experience achieved ‘3 Smiles’ :) :) on the Wendy House rating scale - Ratings explained
I hope that you’ll agree that this highlight feels all the more fabulous when set against the scurrilous backdrop of the recently winning downsides:
Not a trivial achievement:
- getting all the bits to mumzie’s house (where the sewing machine lives)
- working out how to cut-the bedspread so the patterns line-up sensibly on the cushion cover
- threading the sewing-machine (including loading and installing the bobbin)
- cutting the bedspread, pinning it together in the right arrangement
- troubleshooting the elderly sewing machine idiosynchracies while putting my foot to the pedal – vrrrrrroooooom
- clearing up the debris from the table, floor and up my not insubstantial nose
(warning: long budgety scribble heavily influenced by Excel)
Money’s not yet too tight to mention, but the UK budget announcements on Wednesday may tip the balance for many people . The average UK salary is near £26,000 per annum. I’m lucky enough to earn more than average, a ‘middling’ salary that helps me support my 1st luxury of living alone in a house that demonstrates my detachment. My purchase-ability has been steadily dropping since returning to England in 2007. My expenses have also steadily dropped. I am lucky enough to be able to live within my means, and like most people, my means are systematically shrinking
Once my salary has gotten into my bank account this is approximately how it leaves:
50% on home mortgage and insurances
My 4th mortgage. Each home more gorgeous than the last. This upscaling is why, after 20 years, I still only own half of my home. Some friends have repaid their mortgages because they’ve lived in one house for a long time. In Reading town I’m primarily paying a premium for living near a station with a 25 minute one-stop commuter ride to London. Spending this money is both a ‘basic’ because I need a home and a luxury because I could rent, or live further from London, in a place that would only take 25% of my salary. Being able to choose to live here and invest in ‘property’ makes me feel like I am a rich person
6% on home services
Water rates, electricity, gas, council tax for local services like rubbish disposal, police etc
12% on home maintenance and improvements
Replacing broken equipment (e.g. washing machine) paying for plumbers, electricians, roofers, cleaning equipment, painting equipment and plants
12% on transport
Being able to travel any way other than on foot feels like a luxury. My 2nd big luxury expense is tanking Thomas for petrol, insurance, servicing and parts. Some money goes on public transport for holiday journeys like my train ride down to St. Ives at Christmas
10% on health, food and appearance
Toast, marmite, tea, socks, pants, shampoo etc The stuff that makes up most of my weekly shops
10% on entertainment, friends and family – mainly eating and drinking
0% on savings
Um never really managed to save. I have managed to get ‘Savings’ this happened when I started jobs that paid ‘Bonuses‘ for good performance – in 2000. This amount is nothing like the size of Bankers bonus! Normally, It could cover the cost of an extra pint of beer a week.
Before my salary gets to my bank account a lot is deducted in tax and:
20% on pension
I got my first job after completing my PhD in 1991. Having missed years of making pension contributions, which meant I had some catching up to do. I started by contributing 15% of my salary to my pension in1991. As pensions have become less reliable and effective saving schemes, I’ve increased my contribution to 20%
What do you do? How do families with only one income cope? How do couples use the extra income that joint expenses release? How can families earning less than average income afford to provide for children?
How will the budget affect you?
(WARNING: BORING – this is a DIY story)
- Decide on a colour – Deciding what colour to paint the hallway and bathroom has taken 4 years. 4YEARS! Currently the bathroom is white – too clinical and boring. The hallway is a pale custard-yellow. Too insipidly polite for my taste. The colours I like are too dark for these rooms which have small or north facing windows. Then INSPIRATION! - during a particularly dark dream about people being abducted (for their body-parts on the healthcare black market) from an Opium den that I was ejoying – I saw the wall colour sparkling through the candle-light and smoke…. GOLD!
- Purchase 3 test paint pots – all marked as ‘gold’ looking like slight variations on the colour and damn sparkly. Each with a slightly different product names, produced by different companies, brands. Minor tea-fest to celebrate
- Move furniture and plants – out of the to-be-sparkled dark hallway and bathroom into the sun filled Orangerie. Had a cup of tea
- Sugar soap the walls – standing on my fabulous bauhaus bar stool to reach the high bits. Discover the bathroom was painted either before the plaster dried or without adequate priming….unexpected…. Chorus: wash hands, moisturize hands, have a cup of tea
- Peel-off poorly applied paint – peel the ploosely attached paint. A satisfying experience. Chorus…
- Paint 3 test squares on west, north and south facing walls then spend the daylight hours drinking tea and pondering how the natural light affects them at different times of day and artificial lights in the evening… Chorus…
- Cut-in Hallway edges – a time consuming task because one of the main characteristics of hallways is that they have lots of doors (4 in this hall) and windows. Chorus…
- Sleep – overnight while the paint dries
- Cut-in the Hallway edges 2nd coat and leave for 4hrs to dry Chorus…
- Prime bathroom bare wall. Chorus….
- Visit city recycle centre. Oh! Errrr! this is where the th 40-something attactive men hang-out on a Sunday afternoon…. ……I’ll be doing a tad more spring cleaning this spring… Chorus…
- Paint hallway 1st coat. Then pack stuff away ready to finish with a coat or two next weekend Chorus…
(DIY story on pause until the redecoration is finished… )
I enjoy reflecting on the last year, remembering all the fun things that happened and then weighing those up against the things that have caused pain. So this is an uncharacteristically long scribble. You’ll see from the bullet points below, this year has been a good year
Highlights of 2011:
Fun with friends – Including a
- Solstice celebration with some Berkshire locals
- Barcelona holidaywith friends from University, Seattle, and work
- Loughborough get together with some Doctors and an Italian from my University days
- St. Ives meeting with a real lumberjack and an exceptionally engaging blogger
- Bunch of local Reading town house parties – Reading town people have a wonderful community spirit
- Wrote, illustrated, got feedback on, revised then submitted a short story to a competition (unplaced). Thoroughly enjpyed my friends generous feedback on their experiences of the story. Listening to their interpretations was fun and inspiring
- Regular blog readers, some of you have been dropping by for all of the 6 years that I’ve been blogging! You deserve long-term service awards thank you for all the encouragement
Fun with family – several family trips including:
- Christmas pantomime – seeing ‘The Hoff’ play captain Hooke at the Bristol Hippodrome. The man can sing!
- Birthday outing to see ‘We will rock you’ lots of audience participation!
- Holiday in Hull uncovering family history from my favourite Aunt then meeting her daughter in Barcelona…
- Wandering around the ‘See no evil’ graffiti in Bristol with my brother was fascinating – more public art please!
Fun on my own – included
- Long weekend in Dungeness - Derek Jarmans garden, light houses, power stations, bleak beaches and fabulous locals
- Studying for and getting a PRINCE2 practioners Project Managers qualification
- The fabulous funky barnet giving me a new Bob which appears to be a crowd pleaser!
- Writing an article that was selected for publication in an international, professional, magazine
- Fabulous new Miele washing machine and HTC Desire phone!
- Successfully completing all last year’s resolutions! Writing ink-pen letters, completing another painting, producing an illustrated story for a competition, home grown edible crops of raddishes, spring onions and courgettes
- finding a fabulous foxy hat – for me!
- A pay rise and a bonus that funded my trip to Barcelona
Lowlights of 2011
- No new roof – Waiting 7 months and making many phone calls to get the results of a pre-application for planning permission to install solar tiles on the wendy house roof. The pre-application resulted in advice to use different tiles and the builder recommended not bothering to install alternative tiles. A builder turning down work?! I took the builders advice
- Taking a break from working as a Samaritans in favour of supporting the emotions of people nearer to home
Resolutions for 2012
Healthier lifestyle – including things like
- Proactively use Reading’s True food co-operative more often
- Continue using my garden to grow plants that I subsequently eat. Yummy – fresh from the garden
- Reduce my alcohol consumption and shift to drinking wine rather than ale
- More regular exercise of some kind built into my daily activities.
- Get out some more. I’m still a bit of a hermit, enjoying my home and the company of Sampo
Something ‘Housey’ – maybe one of the following…
- Paint some rooms to change their ‘mood’
- Replace the bath – its gradually falling apart but works ok
- Replace the fitted mdf cupboards with fitted tongue and groove cupboards
- Get a furniture maker to design and build Edwardian style fitted cupboards around the fireplace
- Replace the ceilings in the bedroom by opening-up the space to see the rafters and adding modern insulation to the roof from the inside
Step back up to make more socially valuable contributions – this could be
- Re-joining the Samaritans
- Finding, engaging in, or setting-up, a mentoring scheme for women in the IT industry
- Investigating ways to encourage the British Psychological Society to systematically contribute to the IT industry
- Changing the focus, content, of this blog to be more effectively supportive of a wendy-worthy cause
I hope your 2011 bought you some heart-felt smiles and 2012 will bring you more. I’d love to hear your suggestions for ways I could make this blog more valuable, relevant, to you…
The English language has some fun collective nouns for animal groups:
a shrewdness of Apes
a cloud of Bats
a flutter of Butterflies
a murder of Crows
a seething of Eels
a business of Ferrets
an implausibility of Gnus
a troubling of Goldfish
a loveliness of Ladybirds
a parliament of Owls
a mutation of Thrushes
a chime of Wrens
As the winter nights draw-in the endless possibilities of entertaining new collective nouns snuggle into the wendy house:
a ________________ of celebrities
a ________________ of Journalists
a ________________ of activists
a ________________ of celebrities
a ________________ of lawyers
a ________________ of bankers
a ________________ of MPs
a ________________ of commuters
a ________________ of cyclists
a ________________ of doctors
I recently checked out a few details with my Dad, about his mother – Vieno Tuulikki (born) Kolehmainen. I met my her only once in 1968, when she visited our family in England for a couple of weeks. I was 4 years old. She was a quiet, affectionate, frail old lady
This is what I’ve found out about Vieno Tuulikki Kolehmainen:
- Studied Medieval English (probably at the University of Helsinki)
- First son, dad, born when she was 24 in Viipuri – 1933
- Arrived in England 1934 aged 25 when her Lutheran minister husband was posted to Hull
- Daughter born in 1937, died less than a year later in 1938
- Vieno’s home in Hull bombed in 1941
- Russia attacked Finland in 1939
- Finland attacked Russia in 1941. England was an ally to Russia. Russia declared war on Finland and Vieno was included in the exchange of diplomats. Pressumably returning to Helsinki
- Dad evacuated to safety with a family in neutral Sweden – Linkoping
- Helsinki home was bombed one month after the birth of her second son – 1944
- Returned to England 1947 – suffered from clinical depression
- Returned to Finland 1948 – without her children – divorced 1950
- Visited England in 1968 – stayed with dad and met her grandchildren – but never met her second son who refused to visit out of loyalty to his father – Vieno’s ex-husband
- Died from a heart attack following slipping on doorstep ice in 1969
I see so many unanswered questions in this storyine….
In 2004, when I first started blogging, the people I followed (Jenn, Lacroix, Raymond, Jen) posted* between 1 and 3 times a day. Over the years, I’ve seen novice bloggers start with the enthusiasm of daily posting then watched that proliferation fade with one or more of these symptoms:
- not posting every day, sporadically missing a days
- posting every other day
- posting a couple of times a week
- taking a break from posting for a while – a week, 2 weeks, a month, a season….
- posting once a week on a pre-arranged day – Darlings I’ll post on Sunday…
- deleting or ‘hiding’ the blog
- dropping one blog and moving onto another or rebranding the blog with a new name and theme
- stop posting altogether
Raymond is the only blogger that I followed in 2004 who persistently, reliably, posts once a day. Most bloggers seemed to stop posting within 3 or 4 years of starting. Sunday afternoon posting won’t be a reality for me while I keep recieving encouraging personal emails
* Posting is not a euphemism for any other activity. No, definitiely not, I can’t protest enough that this post should be read at face value without drawing analogies between posting and any other activities
PS 198 word post before the PS
As we walk into the 1930′s building that houses the Reading Fine Arts degree show we are passed a clip-board with a pen attached on a long string. The
Building Occupants Register
A dedicated labelled plynth proudly holds the list of visitors on a smartly painted brick wall above what was once a modern radiator.
As I leave the building I wonder whether my name should be struck from the list. I’m no longer an occupant. Where does visiting end and occupancy begin? For a firefighter, tackling a blaze, “who’s in the building?” is the key question. A partailly accurate paper list will not help them.
Can you improve Cemetery Junction?
Is it so gorgeous that any changes are more likely to ruin its existing gorgeousity?
Is it so icky that people have given up hope of being able to improve it without first obliterating it?
The question raises all sorts of emotionally charged, creative, cynical, optimistic, pragmatic and other reactions from people who live near, or pass through, the infamous local junction of the A4 (London Road) and A329 (Kings/Wokingham Road).
A local councilor, Rob White, is working with local action groups to improve the Cemetery Junction area. At the moment he’s consulting with locals. The co-op has a big cardboard suggestions box decorated with a collage of magazine pictures of pretty things. Excellent stuff. It made me feel like being back at school where having a go was important, encouraged and easy.
I’m loving the humour and creativity evident in this summary of suggestions to improve cemetery junction made on a ‘Get Reading’ news article:
- i’m thinking giant dinosaurs
- how about a cinema or a roller disco?
- Make it a spooky theme park
- How about a monorail?
- A small tactical thermo-nuclear device
- Bit of paint and a clean should do it….or if you really wanna prettify it, hanging baskets
- An underpass
- make a big roundabout where resturant is
- Nuke the site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure
- re-install the gallows that used to stand on the site now occupied by The Granby? It might act as a deterrent to the hoodies and wannbie gangsters in that area
- What about an H Bomb?
- Prevent shop keepers and traders from parking cars and vans on the pavements
- The overhanging bushes on the London Rd side need trimming… …new paving and signage
- can’t be improved – its a dead loss
- A Tesco supermarket each side of the road, with a couple of Tesco Expresses sprinkled around Liverpool and Cholmeley Roads
- big ornamental archway would brighten up the area considerably
- Give me some explosives and a bulldozer and Ill give you instant results. Guaranteed
- Zombie Apocalypse
Inspired by Ms Scarlet’s facebook advertisement. Here are the first 36 things that you can try, some in combination, others take the whole bath to complete:
- make up a story
- grow tomatoe plants
- Launder a duvet
- Defrost a large Turkey
- Store the contents of the Freezer during a power cut
- blow bubbles
- re-enact the sinking of the Spanish Armada using rubber duckies
- squeeze some zits
- sculpt freshly fallen hot candle-wax
- improvise a scene from jaws
- teach the rubber ducky how to dive
- epilate at liesure
- wash your hair
- sculpt a soap bar
- trim the split ends of any long hairs
- launder a bucketful of socks
- henna your hair
- sort out your fingers with a warm steamy manicure
- sort out your feet with a soft soggy pedicure
- read Graham Swift’s Waterlands
- sleep – ideally with some comfy cushoins and blankets
- pretend you’re in a sleep chamber – close your eyes and float
- sing harmonies with the cat
- send a text message
- make a phone call
- build bubble mountains
- engage in reflective thought
- practice reflexology
- count moles
- plan a vacation
- check for absense of cancerous lumps
- drink a frothy coffee
- sink a pumice stone
- remove a facepack
Do you remember the experience of your pen sporadically supplying ink, tapping the nib on a spare piece of paper to make sure the ink is all at the bottom of the cartridge? That time when you still have ink, but the inconsistent flow makes your writing messy. Unscrewing my pen confirmed that the cartridge was near-as-damn-it empty
The 5 page letter below is to a friend who rarely uses the computer, email, her mobile phone and she definitely doesn’t have a facebook account. Rebel!
Letter writing involved
- a traditional format – senders address on the top right hand side above the date
- a traditional opening phrase ‘Dear (name),’
- the first spelling challenge in the 3rd sentence
- hastily omited letters retrospectively inserted into words (squishing, writing a letter above the word and placing an arrow below it)
- smudges,I’m not sure how, they just arrived
- crossing-out letters that had over-enthusiastically added to words where they did not belong. I round the letter ‘r’ was the biggest offender, wishing to be in every word it can be. Liquid paper (Tippex) might head-off these rogue arse in future letters
- hand-ache by the 2nd page
- writing on only one side of the page
- use of blotting-paper
- an illustrative sketch per page
- Regular tea breaks helped prevent my pulling a muscle
- a pleasing end result that fitted in the envelope and awaits carrying to a letter-box
I made the squiggly white lines using ‘Paint‘ to obscure the personal contents.
PS 254 word post before the PS
highlights of 2010 included
- Suprise snow - getting snow-stranded in Pangbourne and meeting the other people stranded by the snow and the excellent Hotel staff who turned no-one away and made sure we were all warm, safe and fed
- Fun with friends - Highlights included a winter solstice and Lunar eclipse on a snow covered Streatly hill drinking some hot non-alcoholic glug, mead, some simple pagan ritual and then sledding fun followed by cooked vegetarian breakfast. A Dr. Who and Torchwood tour of film sites in Cardiff with a quiz on the coach and lots of lovely people.
- Travel - discovering Turin with spottydog and meeting with US friends in Paris, several fund and inspiring weekends at the writers retreat in Sheepwash
- Positive departures – I left the Bank I’d been with since 1983, my home insurance company, and my internet service provider. Replacing them with potentially superior services. Saved a decent amount on my monthly bills. Hoorah!
- New arrivals – a Stovax woodburning stove that Matrix enjoyed before leaving, a woodshed, log store and stove-top kettle
- Kitty health – Sampo’s diet is having a slow, sure effect. She’s more of a melon than a pumpkin at the moment
- Creativity - completing my first portrait painting for over 3 years
- Family - the 3rd Annual ‘House’ family trip to the Bath Theatre Royal Christmas pantomime where 3 generations gather to produce dangerous decibels of laughter at dangerously poor quality jokes
- Focus. Successfully completing all last year’s resolutions - though one was tweaked slightly from a Llloyd Loom Sofa to a garden set where some of the chairs are also indoor chairs. Achieving some stuff at work that was not easy, feeling good about how I’m contributing to my employers business.
lowlights of 2010 included
- Kitty health – Matrix’s old cat wobbliness from 2009 was the beginning of a trend. She suffered several fits, numerous visits to the vet and eventually I decided to let her go before she suffered too much. After 15 years together it was heartbreaking to lose such a beautiful friend.
- Creativity - spending the best part of my evenings in May troubeshooting upgrading my SQL 4 to SQL 5 database for wordpress 3.1 compatibility. 3 different organisiations (database service, hosting service, wordpress communities) failed to help, each pointing me to another. Eventually I tracked the problem down to the WordPress default labelling of their tables. Once diagnosed only took 5 minutes to fix – all three organisations should have known this was a likely problem and been able to provide quick easy problem diagnoisis feedback. Disappointing.
- Austerity. Friends loosing jobs, homes, looking for work and all the stress and sadness that comes with such things.
Resolutions for 2011
- Creativity. Write more using an ink pen, and other antique writting implements, to regularly write and post hand-written letters to friends, family, and occassionally an odd organisation. I’ve been practicing. Paint more, I’m already planning my next painting and it will be of people rather than pets. Painting the Hallway Bathroom and Kitchen is a distinct possibility…
- Self sufficiency. Attempt to grow some tasty plants in the garden – Beetroot, potatoes and raddishes
- Get out more. Travelling ‘oop Norf’ to visit friends and family who live above the Watf0rd Gap. Hull and Helsinki are possibilities. Locally, visit people more, I have a tendancy to be a bit of a home-bod, happily sat infront of the fire with Sampo for company.
My overdue trip to join Reading library. Overdue will not turn into a relationship theme
I walked up to the desk opposite the door with the large sign saying membership. A young lady watched me as I picked up a leaflet describing how to join. easy, fill in this form provide evidence of address (Driving license) and normal signature (Debit card). As I reached for a pen from the pot on the far side of the desk the young lady walked over. She picked and passed me a pen as she sat down good, I get to sit down now
wendy: can I take a photograph of that sign?
staff: Oh! No-one’s ever asked that before…Um…if there are no people in the picture
Excellent, the Saturday staff feel able to make decisions on unusual requests. The girl sweetly listened to me tell her about Kevin’s blog as I completed the form. Then she went into coorporation style ‘rote-retell’ mode as she desciribed the contents of the new member’s pack before handing it to me.
- 2 hours of free internet access a day
- The addresses and opening times of all the branches, including one in Palmers park that opens ’till 7pm 2 nights midweek
- A free CD/DVD loan because of my new membership
- Frequently Asking Questions
- Special services (alas all the ‘coffee mornings’ are on weekdays, when I can’t join in)
- Adult services (adult book groups. OH! who’d have guessed?! One group meets in the ‘Back of Beyond‘)
- Children services (they have Pyjamma evenings in the library – wish I was a real child!)
- Toy library
After this preliminary dance I was let-loose on the stock. …..ooOOOOooooo…. I left with an unabridged Audio book; Ian McEwan’s ‘On chesil beach’ read by the author. It may not smell of book, but the commute to work this week will be a joy….
Goodies, lovely goodies…
Would you stop by for a cup of tea with the person who’s Saturday shopping trip included
- cat food and litter
- a large axe
- soda crystals
- the axe is still quite large
- WD 40
- that axe has a handle for swinging
- long handled matches
- the axe has a blade protector
- lavendar shampoo
- the axe is in the corner of the front room, for the moment
The UK’s National Bullying Helpline (Charity) cited number 10 Downing Street as being a place where the bullying of 4 staff members happened. Who did it? The main assumption appears to have been that the Prime Minister is a bully.
The reaction of members of the labour party to the accusation of bullying at 10 downing street probably demonstrates something of British attitudes toward bullying. I’m not impressed. These are the responses I’ve heard so far.
- Not me. Gordon Brown is my friend, he’s never bullied me. The most common response from Labour party members.
- Not Witnessed. I’ve never seen or even thought of Gordon bullying anyone. For example, the BBC reports Alan Johnson as saying “ in 17 years he had “never” heard Mr Brown raise his voice”. The Telegraph cites Ed Balls as saying “I’ve known Gordon Brown for 20 years and at no point has it ever occurred to me that Gordon Brown is or would ever be a bully”
- Honest behaviour. I’d rather be lead by a real person who has weaknesses and shows them than by someone calmly insincere. For example, part of this argument is illustrated by the Telegraph citing Gordon’s wife Sarah as saying “‘What you see is what you get” While this is not the dominant discourse it has been expressed by several individuals and news papers.
- Expected behaviour. Gordon’s got a tough job, tensions run high, he cares about what he does, people should expect that he’s going to loose his temper and shout sometimes.
- Desired behaviour. Bully’s have the qualities to be exceptional leaders you don’t want a wuss leading the country. For example, the Telegraph cites Ed Balls as saying “constituent… …would say he gets things done, he is tough, he is a leader, and that’s what we need.’“
- Desired behaviour. Supporters actually demonstrating that bullying behaviour is acceptable. For example, in the Telegraph: ”I think this attack on him by this prat of a woman down in – where’s she from, Swindon? – I think that’s backfiring on her”
The BBC is one of the few sources that mentions Downing Street’s processes for dealing with bullying, calling it “rigorous” but providing no evidence of the process or rigor.
I’ve set up an anti-bullying hotline for the fluffballs but they still persist, Sampo ambushes Matrix on her way to the food bowl and Matrix pushes Sampo out of all the best sleepy spots. My rigorous processes have failed to ameliorate the problem.
Highlights of 09:
- wendy house garden pruned, blooming and growing
- Thomas joining planet wendy
- friends and neighbours (weddings, games nights, enouragement and support)
- visiting Cairo, a Sheepwash thatched cottage, Cornwall, Canterbury, Hampton Court, Avebury, Chepstow castle and Penshurst place
- enjoying wonderful live performances by David Byrne, John Hegley and local bands at Reading Arts Centre tribute nights
- reading some outstanding books
- committing at least 6hrs per week voluntary contributions to a health related non-profit organisation, and enjopying it!
Lowlights of 09:
- Just a bit Brrrrrr in the house on cold days
- Some of my guests have to sit on stools at parties…
- Someone broke into the Wendy House!
- Matrix starting to get extreme old-cat wobbliness
- Sampo’s new nickname is ‘the pumpkin’
- Never got around to blogging on the books I’d read
New year resolutions for 2010:
- replace the wendy house front room gas fire with a wood (pellet) burning stove that will reduce my carbon footprint and increase the wendy house warmth and energy efficiency
- buy a Lloyd Loom sofa
- arrange a diet for Sampo
- do more health related non-profit work
These are possibilities rather than commitments…
- replace wendy house original 1840′s slate roof with felt-lined, insulated slate roof
- tile the kitchen and refit the kitchen worksurfaces
- design a garden mosaic based on the tree of life
- enroll as a student on a counselling course
I have old lady
- shoes (ecco)
- no-sholderpads (apparently the 80′s are back)
- bras -because banana bras are back in fashion
- natural arctic blonde highlights
- smile at babies reflex
- living arrangements (with two cats)
I wonder what comes next…
producing interesting conversation
a slow reader
occassionally shedding tears
animadversions is not a creative pastiche of
Animadversions is used by the Foriegn Office (FO) to describe the contents of the last despatch (message) by the British Ambassador to Oslo in 1975, Ralph Selby. For Ralph, being a diplomat was a family business, his father and wife’s grandfather were ambassadors. The style of expression within the despatch is rather fun, I particularly liked this phrase
‘I agree with the gentleman who’s signature resembles a trombone’
In honour of this outstanding phrase I am considering changing my signature to resemble a swan.
Ralph’s animadversions included
- Newer diplomats did not put sufficient time and effort into studying languages
- Diplomats circulate way too much paper “the flood of paper which has grown in a single generation is fantastic”
- Diplomat’s wives are not paid for their valuable contributions – this disadvantages diplomats who’s wives choose to have a career.
- Domestic staff are exensive and time-demanding ‘I do not nowadays find it easy to recruit staff who are willing to lick other people’s boots’
- Retirement provisions are insufficient
- There is a temptation to eat and drink well – exercise is needed “our specific calling’s snare is drink; and it is profoundly depressing to see the number of members of the service who are engaged in the process of destroying themselves by it“
- Not enough freedom of thought
- a pole dancing topiary bear
- a Virgin balloon full of hot stagnent air
- Woodwormed Jacobean panels beside a spiral stair
- Ms Scarlet’s radical stealth mohican-style crop of not-ginger hair
- some bushes (not Scarlet’s)
This week I passed a threshold. The ‘in my day’ threshold. In my day…
- Phones were connected by cables to walls in the hallways of homes or in red-boxes on the street.
- Televisions had a dial with 4 positions on it, one for each of the known channels and one spare channel
And much much more or less
Popular conversational topics #5: cooking competencies
what do you cook? unless you include toast and porridge I dont really cook. You don’t cook? Do you eat out all the time? the question is asked with the intonation of shock, disapproval or possibly repulsion. I eat out once or twice a week, having a quality meal produced for me is one of my favourite luxuries.
If you don’t cook and you don’t eat out, what do you eat, microwave meals? My questioner is still intoning in a disapproving manner. For a few moments I wished that I had aspirations to conform to the social norm of interest or pride in the preparing and cooking of food. Those moments pass quickly. My lack of indugence in use of the microwave, only for porridge, allows my interregator to release a wrinkly or two from her brow. I mostly eat cheese, tomatoes, cheese cucumber, cheese, coleslaw, cheese, necturines, cheese, toast, cheese, marmite, cheese, twiglets, cheese, triffle, cheesecake, peanut butter, date and walnut or battenburg cake. All raw, no cooking involved. You like cheese then? My interregator appears to be reasonably satisfied with this reply. But still their hangs a a niggling doubt over my ability to be a fully functioning member of society if I don’t cook.
can you cook? It had never occured to me that people don’t cook because they can’t. At high school all girls were required to take cookery classes, under the title of ‘home economics’ classes. They taught me to do things I’d been doing at home for years. I used to cook, a lot. As a student I rarely ate out and hand’t yet lost my verve for food preparation. In my 30′s I used to host about one dinner party per month and the food seemed well appreciated, in my 40′s I hosted fewer parties with more guests and they seemed well appreciated. I can cook. I only really enjoy it when I’m cooking for others and not doing it in a rush. My interregator appears convinced that I can cook.
All my lasting lovers have been excellent cooks, deriving pleasure from whipping up food to whet my palatte and I certainly enjoyed them doing so.
figure hugging fab frocks,
I’ll be wandering over the rocks on the coast.
There will also be the standard Wendy, none-rock chic, outbreaks of:
A bit of paddling
collecting pretty coloured, pocket-sized, pebbles
eating fish and chips wrapped in newspaper for supper
- wearing Sunhats galore (consecutively)
- reading a book about the Medici
- blowing rasberries at the seaguls
- riding the local BUSES on windy cliffside roads
Excitedness levels are already Amber. OH!
An action packed weekend in the Wendy House garden:
- a fuzzy-buzzy bee feeds on a rotund allium
- a Peacock butterfly feeds on another allium
- the garden robin feeds on insects attracted by my recent digging
- a harlequin spectabilis ladybird takes a break from aphid eating on one of the acers
- Matrix snoozes under another acer
- A large hornet (2 inches) found its way into my bedroom. I didn’t know it was a hornet. They look scarey. I panicked, squeaked, opened the bedroom windows, wrapped myself in a curtain and wafted the corner of the curtain at the hornet until it took the hint and left via the window.
- don’t break along the seams when tugged
- say ‘not-a-soccer-mom’
- tone with my ‘I’m-a-professional-person’ jackets
- are not blue
- chafe to the optimum temperature in all the right places and none of the wrong places
Way too much excitement for one day, I must lie down and breath slowly lest I become overwhelmed by it all. You all take care, don’t over exert yourselves, its tough out there and a well stitched pair of jeans can help keep things under control.