Every, single, last, blessed item that i possess…..

Not actively Going Out To Work anymore, frees up loads of time and energy for this Going Through our Stuff malarky.

Contents of the bookshelves, CDs and cassettes (yes this household uses them ) are all gone into self storage. Majorly large pieces of furniture (think: two table and a set of solid chairs) have joined them and we’re now eating at what amounts to a garden set of table and chairs.

Back garden had the first direct-hit sort out last week and round two will happen anytime when rain is absent for more than 48 hrs.

Surfaces of our kitchen units are now (always) considerably clearer than they have ever been before. All the cupboards are full, but hey.

Every single last piece of assorted ironing that had been strewn throughout the home was corralled and smoothed. Along with everything in our household linen drawer, which meant that all of a sudden it wasn’t quite so full after all.

As a result of sorting and labelling the bedding cupboard, it is entirely possible that I may very well have been a librarian in a former life.

This week has been Cupboards in the Bedroom. Oh yay. Of course the contents of my wardrobe scattered across the bed produce deep joy. Not. So now our rubbish/ recycling / charity shop containers are full.

On the horizon is beckoning L-O-F-T. But as a bottle of red wine is in the house + hubby is off exploring Scotland, loft exploration would be a Very Bad Idea Indeed. So no doubt this weekend will be Shed…or Kitchen Cupboards. Neither option will allow our hound to sit in the doorway and receive adoration from passing dog owners though……

Holding everything in my hands has been a salutary experience. Drastic sorting like this should not have to occur and i never ever want to do it again.
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Float down, like autumn leaves…..

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“….Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you?
Float down
Like autumn leaves
And hush now
Close your eyes before the sleep
And you’re miles away
And yesterday you were here with me…”

(Thanks Ed Sheeran)

From where i’m sat watching and around my own (very little) world, this autumn seems to be a time of reflections and complicated untangling. People, places, lives; startings, endings or hovering somewhere in-betweens. Little people coming into the world and other people leaving their lives on this earth. Situations waiting, like so many shy actors in the wings for the right time to step out onto the stage…
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At times brilliant flashes of colour while the next second it’s all about finishing, yellow leaves and seed-heads.
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Some things seen from a distance, like this yellow leaf glimpsed from down the path. Other things only seen afterwards, like the green leaf…only spotted when home and actually looked at the image. Coal-black seed heads waiting until just the right time to leave their moorings and fall to the ground; interrupt that and the next stage won’t happen.
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In other news i have discovered the joys of cleaning. Not just ordinary cleaning, but that which falls onto a person so they are moved to drop to their knees and scrub whole rooms. Ordinarily i would worry and take myself off to be checked out…but given the overdue cleaning that this house has suffered from, i’ve got a while to go before there is any measurable impact to a casual observer!
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(…back to my housewiferly duties…..)
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Cudweeds and woundworts…..

I wonder, is there a vast difference between the focus encouraged in PhD students……and …..the positive rigidity of thought that is rapidly growing in regard to my interest in wild plants?

Frankly (and we’re in the UK, so yes this terminology Is correct!) i couldn’t care less about supper tonight, but i Do care quite a lot about whether or not the sweet woodruff should be moved. Figworts and periwinkles, mugworts and toadflax, mulleins and the latest wall growing red-shank are of far more interest to me than lots of what’s on offer as an alternative right now.

Is this the start of an inexorable slide into chaotic domesticity? Or could this desire actually fuel my need to have our home orderly …so that….i can go back to the welted, melancholy or creeping thistles? The jury is out!

Happily our household is currently doing their own things re meals, as one of us is on a very strict and hugely successful diet….leaving me free to eat whatever on earth i want and whenever i want as well! So supper tonight is halved oatcakes spread with marmite, topped with halved tomatoes and the whole lot are sat on slivers of cheese. Yoghurt and honey followed by chopped apples, yummy. I think the other meal consists of some cooked option that doesn’t at all appeal….

As the years advance, so does the possibility me wandering around far flung hills and hunting down rare plants. I may be spotted in the distance but at least i’ll be happy!

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Dear WordPress, please don’t loose my post like you did last time …thankyouverymuchindeed…!

 And this is exactly why i like travelling to other churches, watching how other folk do what happens inside these buildings; watch the glass or the wood, the piles of blankets waiting to be blessed and then taken out to be lovingly wrapped around people who have no-one left to make them a snuggle blanket…..or stuff like THIS!

Stunningly beautiful kneelers and made with SUCH care. Goodness, who wouldn’t want this for confirmations, weddings or whatever? Glorious……

It’s been a long drawn-out summer and autumn. That which should have been done, couldn’t be done ….. that which should not have been done, was…and goodness there certainly is no health in me, not right now anyway.
Was struggling with working going through the summer months but am now on the fourth week Off Work.

Bronchiectasis, it’s a thing.
I’m either able to function….or not and haven’t really got the measure of what i can and what i cannot do. (say’s she, airily…) That’s not right.At All.
i took two consecutive shifts at a nursery and….well i shouldn’t. Not really. Stupid that such a little thing like that can tip everything over the edge, but there we go.

So have had four weeks of not being out and about. Well as i CAN be out and about, but am then shattered for the next day and can’t function properly. It’s SO very annoying! I’m not being as patient with myself as i could be + no doubt would encourage Others to be!

So…. no kneelers…. no blackberry picking (thank goodness we caught the early ones- safe in the freezer)….no collecting the fallen apples on our common land….. no jam making (currently burning Everything, so not going to risk sacrificing that what fruit i did get for some forlorn hope of a result)……no coffee n chats out….

But two friends have popped by, dropped in stayed and chatted…so i’m not Quite out of the loop on current affairs.

And i am considering attending a reunion of sorts next month.

Hey ho….no doubt i will emerge fully when we are all firmly in Winter, ready to sort the Christmas tree and decorations.
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People before Profit.

Sometimes it’s really good to have a quiet place to rant and emotionally try to sort stuff out.

 

Grenfell Towers, a name that will hopefully be remembered as the event that caused this country to turn away from our ridiculous love affair with capitalism.
 

If in doubt, read this:

https://grenfellactiongroup.wordpress.com

Last night will in all probability cause me to actually Join the Labour Party, something that is long overdue.

 

No words.

Just no words.

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Day after the night before…..

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So today we all either woke up at a ridiculously early hour…..or we fell asleep at breakfast time, after a ridiculously long night.

I did the former….worked with littlies…. then was taken off to buy new work shoes, as the old ones are quite literally falling apart under my feet.

It’s all very confusing.
Labour did extremely well.
Tories won the election.
May lost.
Corbyn walked it.

The list of stuff that is left undone over this past month is worrying. Would love to be able to sail through life without a hitch, but am going to have to admit not being frightfully efficient. One can only hope that family and friends will forgive my (many) failings……

Work continues. Today was a short shift, only three and a half hours, but full on. What do i get up to? Well, today included:
* Facilitating magnetic trains and those wooden train tracks ….with sets of two children at a time. This mostly involved encouraging them to make their Own tracks, praising them for keeping On Task (i.e. Not hauling the tracks up and throwing them around!), refereeing incidents of “S/he Snatched My Trains!” and working out with them how They were going to get the tracks to go where They wanted the tracks to go.
* Chalk drawing on black paper. Simple but effective. And judging by the tongue-sticking-out-and-squinting methods involved, the children were fully engaged! Some pictures went home anyway, which is always good.
* Water Play; transferring multi coloured plastic balls on plastic kitchen serving spoons…into a big plastic jar. Oh. My. Goodness. They loved it. THEY worked out that if the jar was part filled with balls…. then part filled with water…the balls floated. Only the one who discovered this had no word for “float”. He has now!
* Rolling very small plastic hoops along the floor and seeing if they could mount the line of wooden blocks three paces away. Terrific success. This progressed onto balancing the hoops and seeing if they could remain still…then be everso slowly poked along, a tiny bit at a time. My role was to ensure no one scuppered the occasion.
* We made worms and slugs….snails and beetles….apparently we made snakes and frogs too, so i am told! All the creatures eyes were interesting, the frogs had spots all over their backs and all of our creatures were bright pink! Play dough….
* Stories and books featured highly.
* And songs….lots of songs. Songs to sing altogether, songs to sing with just a few people, songs to hum along together when we are upset, songs to dance to.
* Lots of people had houses, on a playmat. Small people and their houses were rudimentary, but very creative. These people got up to all manner of stuff and the children were very clear about their behaviours… there was much wagging of fingers and stern chats going on this morning then three people were removed to a cardboard box and told to stay there!
* A little one fell asleep on me, midway through ‘The Wheels on the Bus’. We’d just got to “Tickets Please”
* Sand was frustrating for a few today, until we removed the moulds and buckets for soft sand is no good for making sand castles. Instead we filled and tipped, trickled and scooped, sifted and sprinkled and hid our fingers. One made up a story all about tigers in the sand.
* One needed to lie on the floor and consider the enormity of the situation facing her. It was touch and go, could have gone either way, but in the end (dignity restored…) she rejoined her friends and life continued.

Y’see?
My life is quite good really
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