Wednesday 25th June 2014
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Gaa/C© June 2014
Water, water everywhere and I steer clear of it. Well not quite true, I just remain a safe distance from the liquid. While my friends, in the past, would arrange and go swimming whether it be swimming pools or the beach, I would always remain home, making my excuses. As it was swimming bored me, and sun bathing on the beach was and still is to me a complete and utter waste of time. Nothing is more boring than sitting on the beach trying to get skin cancer. But my fear is water and has been for as long as I can remember.
One hot summers day my mother packed a picnic and took us down to the river, this part of our local river was like a mini beach, pebble shingle and a variety of depths to paddle or swim. The water was clean fresh and cool, and was a very popular meeting place for local families and very safe for their children. The main advantage of this part of the river was that the parents always had their children in view.
I was about eight years of age, and playing happily in the water with friends and my brother. All was going well, laughing and enjoying the water, running in and of the water, stopping for a sandwich and a drink and back into the water. I was happy in the water until an accident happened and I think it was this that put me off water ever since. I fell and lost control and submerged, completely underwater, I then scrambled about in a panic. A friend nearby pulled me up out of the water and I went and sat on the river bank. Not really knowing or understanding what had happened, all I do know is, I never went near water again. Needless to say I have never learnt to swim, I did however make sure my daughter learnt to swim and she loves the water. She swims well, like a fish as the saying goes. Yeh right!
A little contradiction is I love boats and being on the water in boats, the small ones can be scary, but the bigger ones, like ferries and cruise liners and yachts I love and enjoy the sailing. Not sure what would happen if the boats hit a problem, how I would react, my calm and relaxed persona would possibly fly out the porthole.
For awhile I fitted cookers and heaters into boats of various sizes and getting to some were a little risky to say the least. To get to some of these yachts the supply of small rubber dinghy or inflatable crafts were used and these frightened the pants off me. Walking along beaches and coast lines is a hobby of mine enjoying the views and looking out to the sea, but I always remain a good distance.
I use to enjoy walking in the rain, that cool refreshing feeling was so invigorating. But swimming pools and coastal beach bathing is not for me, much else about water is okay.
Gaa/C June 25th 2014
Monday 16th June 2014.
Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Which town, city, or country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?
My Abode and Dwelling.
Today my mother woke me and my brothers and surprised us by saying we were going out. Dad was to take us to a safari park. So we were to get ready, and this meant the usual, a good wash, clean behind the ears, clean clothes and breakfast.
My brothers and I ran about the house, excited to be going out, this was a rare thing for our family as we were not a wealthy family. The three bedroom house mostly seemed to be plenty large enough for us, but when all us kids are rushing about trying to get ready we would keep bumping into each other and like all kids keep moaning about it. Up the stairs I would run, into my bedroom, rummage through my clothes drawer settle for something, put it on and then be out by my front gate and waiting. Dad was checking the oil level in his car. Our garden was a nice size, my dad grows fruits, gooseberry and strawberry and blackcurrant and sweet corn. While at the same time there was room for us kids to play around in. I fell in love with small apple tree near our back door, here was the kitchen and mum often watched us through the kitchen window. This apple tree became an important part of my life in later years.
While waiting for mum to finish off getting the picnic and drinks I stood at the gate and looked up and down the road, a small private road, with thirty two houses. Ours a semi detached, but there a mix of four house terraced as well. I loved this house and place we lived, a village in the south with a huge mix of characters. We had to deal with animals wandering the village, horses, cows and donkeys, they were mostly friendly. There was the odd bad tempered one. I then started thinking of the long haired highland cow that frightened the daylights out of me.
Dad had finished the service of his car, and I was now joined by my older brother. He was more excited than me. We all helped load the car with the food and drinks and mother made sure she had the boiled sweets for us kids. Shortly after us three kids and mother and father was on our way. We headed along the short road and turned onto the main village high street, through the watersplash and turned left onto the main road and was now heading out of our village. Dad had to brake when he came upon a herd of horses walking along the side of the road. Always had to be alert because these horses would just walk out in front of the cars. There were quite a few deaths of horse every year, and sometime the occupants of the car were killed. This time of year deer were a problem, especially at night. They would jump the fencing and run across the road in large herds, following each other in a line. The forestry commission fitted many reflectors to the fence posts, they were angled so as to reflect car lights into the woods. This often deterred the deer from jumping the fencing, keeping the road clear.
Another animal that lost its life regularly on the side of the road was rabbits, also coming out at night and they always followed the grass verges.
Gaa/C© 16th June 2014
Monday 12th May 2014.
Do you prefer shopping or going to a park?
Answer - Although shopping is an essential part of life, walking the park is better than strolling the aisles. So I suggest going to the shops buy some goodies and go to the park and have a picnic.
What is the highest score you’ve ever made in bowling? Actual or virtually played.
Answer - I cannot actually remember the score but I do think it was around 210. Not bad for some one who hardly ever plays. I do remember I was the winner on the night though. Oh yeh oh yeh.
Name the foreign countries you’ve been to.
Answer – United States of America, Spain, France, Wales, Scotland. [Oh an Jersey..... smiling]
Describe your own outlook on life in seven words or less.
Answer - Hopeful, healthy, exercise, friendly, polite, genuine and original..
‘I am hopeful that my body stays healthy, and will start a new exercise plan to do so. I will continue to be friendly and polite and be genuine and original.’
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Answer - I had a big talking to this past week and was very grateful for it, even though it hurt and cut deep. I now realise how bad things were getting, and so because of this the coming week has to be the start of a new me, a new regime, both for me and my exercising and healthy living.
Wednesday 30th April 2014
Just for you. Yes Including You.
Just wanting to brag again about my Campnano challenge which I managed to complete. I must admit I surprised myself with this project, by signing up to it but never expecting to fulfill it. No more to be said.
Casting ones mind into the world of fantasy.
Drifting on the wind, floating high.
Clouds engulf and wipe the dirt from your skin.
Droplets of rain then wash and cleanse the soul.
You slowly fall to the earth, and find yourself once again whole. ..
In the past few months I have had my eyes opened, opened to people’s dilemma’s and ailments and health issues. I posted a couple of posts about my hospital stay and what I went through, and received an overwhelming response of kindness. I am still astounded at people’s kindness, and how they continue to be upbeat and happy. However since my release from hospital and now trying to recover I have since read many other people’s blogs and posts about their issues, and am always surprised at the way the people manage to carry on with life. Some of their issues are very serious health problems some not quite so, but they are very meaningful and serious to them. I must admit to being ashamed by not commenting on their posts, mostly because I felt at a loss for words, because words never seem to be enough or right and me, well, I am never sure as to what to say. It is to everyone, past present and future I dedicate this little light-hearted poem. Also a beautiful song for you all.
The first line is the hardest to write,
So I’ve decided not to bother,
By leaving it out all together,
I can continue with the second.
Now I’ve come to verse number two,
I have no trouble at all to write,
The third line was easy to do,
And the fourth came just right.
Words for the third was hard to find,
Some came easy, while some were hard
But thinking for them, “ I don’t mind,”
It’s like finding that winning card.
Fourth is a verse that never goes right,
It’s the most difficult of all,
Sometimes I’ll sit up all the night,
All I hit is a bloody brick wall.
The fifth I find is a load of trash,
Because it’s the last, I let it go,
But at least I did give it a bash,
Why I wrote this , I don’t know.
Gaa/C May 2014©
Friday 14th March 2014
Another exclusive unearthed from the Daily Gerald reporter…Gaa/C 2014©
Changes/To write?…. The following report is purely a report.
Changes,, new developments and new mentality, Change it from yesterday to today, and tomorrow. What exactly constitutes to change. Changing ones underwear, changing ones clothes. Changing ones hairstyle or colour. The act of changing ones mind, yes I suppose these can all be accounted for as change.
Change – replace with another. As I have just had done to me.
Change – attitudes, these are and can be considered drastic, and hurting, or just bad, depending on what it is that has changed. Or how the person or persons changed. eg: when something is considered good and normal between, say, two people. Whether it be siblings, parents or even lovers. This happens when one of them decides to change their thoughts and attitude towards and an on going situation. Especially when the other is thinking that it need not have changed as such.
I have just become one of the many, especially Facebooker’s to use a quote of the day or just quotes. What the hell is all this about? Proving that one can research and find all these quotes on Google or any other search option. Purely their choice I know, but it seems to be so rife that it becomes boring. [Like me I suppose]. Easy it is to put a quote on a post or timeline, easier than writing our own words of wisdom, is it? oh! and it makes us all look good. How many of us actually believe or follow the actions of these words that some person has thought up and written for us to make ourselves look good. Sad when people result to this. But I have ‘Changed’ and also become sad, because, hey I am using a couple myself. I say words of wisdom, well are they? Do I actually heed or take in the words on these quotes, do you, it makes me wonder.
Lets take the first line – ‘no one falls in love by choice, it is by chance’ [maybe so, but we do have a choice. Do we not have control of our own emotions and mind.]
Second line – no one stays in love by choice, it is by work. [to me this is pathetic, love is natural and needs no work. relationships yes maybe]
Third line – no one falls out of love by chance. it is by choice. [ I will be nasty and say what a load of crap. I have never experienced falling out of love by choice.] It is usually forced on one by the opposite party.
How ever you might well disagree, but that is your choice and is respected. But what I have encountered partly for my myself but seen from the outside looking in, is the absolute rubbish people say just to verify their reasoning. You have changed, is a common one. Even exaggerate the situation. I can be and probably have been guilty of this as well, it just seems to be human nature. Words like this demean the real emotion of love, the power, the drug to be addicted to. So many ways to love, fall in love, experience love, in fact there are far too many to mention, THERE ARE NO RULES TO LOVE! are there? Yet someone writes a few lines and hey: we are all using them. [including me]
Change, can be made voluntarily, as much as unknown to us, changes gradually happen while we live, not knowing it is happening. We are told this is life. But is it and are we so readily to accept this, or should we question. I think it is often used as an excuse, not a reason. Health is a good reason for change, forced upon us, and we have to adapt and change to compensate the illness and its symptoms. That is another post, which will be written and edited shortly by Daily Gerald newspaper.
Tuesday 18th March 2014.
During an interview with Gerry he revealed some secret thoughts. Thoughts and feelings that he kept to himself, even from family and doctor. Below is some of the thoughts he revealed to us.
As most of you know I have been in hospital recently, and no I am not going to bore with more from my experience whilst in hospital. But I am going to say I was diagnosed as Diabetic just about 2 years ago, my doesn’t time fly. All my knowledge of the disease was mostly learnt whilst in hospital, the nurses and the diabetic technician was happy to talk to me. I was being tested daily, at least twice, but usually more. My diabetes is Type 2 and is controlled by diet and pills. My latest doctors visit and tests I wastold ‘my diabetes is well controlled and within the limits expected. Oh and my retinal scans have returned clear.
However for a long period, from being told about being diabetic, I was taking antacid tablets regularly, almost daily. I was getting heart burn rather too much, but sucking a tablet cleared it for a while. Naivety I suppose created a problem that came to a head in December 2013. If only I realised what was happening, my stay in hospital I learnt so much. Just for example constant heartburn could be a sign of heart problems. In my case it was.
Being asthmatic all my life, I have learnt to deal with things and become part of my normal. Not sleeping, well only a few hours nightly..But the past two years I was dozing a lot during the day as well as having my few hours nightly. If I was braver, less naive and talked to the right people, who knows what may have resulted. Maybe I was actually scared to hear the truth. I later became aware of the symptoms and their possible disease or illness.
I learnt so much while in hospital, like heart burn regularly ie: daily, was a big sign for possible heart problems. I learnt that aches in my arms is also a sign for later heart problems. A man of 60 years with asthma and recently diabetic becomes a high risk. My doctor told me I now became a high risk patient, I would have to be regularly monitored. On a loser it seems to me. So all in all I was rather stupid not to tell my doctor about these happenings as and when they happened. I buried my head in the proverbial sand, frightened of what I might learn. I nearly paid for it with my life. I have to thank my doctor for her insight to take a blood test and ask for certain tests.
1. Constant heart burn, occurring daily or every couple of days. Remedy- seek doctors advice.
2.Pains or aches in one’s arm or arms, seemingly losing strength. Remedy – seek doctors advice.
3. Tiredness, having no energy, and dozing or sleeping during the day. Remedy – seek doctors advice.
4. Keeping check on one’s health especially if one suffers from Asthma, Diabetes, or any other ailments.
Remedy- have regular check ups with your doctor.
To sum up, if I was a little more aware and possibly not so naive, maybe just maybe things could have been averted, and my life would be so different. I am hoping this post will at the very least help some one somewhere..IN HINDSIGHT.
Wednesday 5th March 2014.
This is my fourth and final poem that I wrote while in Southampton General Hospital. I hope you will enjoy it. I wrote them from my true feelings at the time. Enjoy!
Cannot be a happy bunny,
Cannot always be that funny
Smiling becomes harder each day
Laughing, oh man no way.
The audience faces are blank.
Cheeks and chins just sank,
Smiling no, you must refrain.
Humour forbidden never again,
No jokes not a word spoken,
Lying still waiting to be woken.
Every now and then a smile breaks through.
‘Get out! get out you’ someone shouts.
This way of life we can now mourn.
Laughter and joy once again born.
We can now be a happy bunny
We can now always be funny.
Gaa/C Dec 2013.
Whilst in hospital, ward D2 Coronary Care unit.
December 28th 2013.
Thursday 20th February 2014.
Looking into peoples eyes, seeing their pain.
Their souls shining through, a shining star.
Hearts are strong, holding back the rain,
Seeing that the end of the road is not too far.
Each and every moment, smiling between the tears.
Emotions are high, stress often taken hold.
Imaginations are wild, open to all ones fears.
Even when asleep unwanted dreams unfold.
Words of wisdom always spoken with care,
Seemingly from the lips of people who know best.
Obeying and listening we must always beware
Tapping your shoulder, and becoming his guest.
The hand of love reaches down to touch your crown,
Trying to comfort and take your tears away.
Slowly, oh so slowly drifting and floating down.
Grabbing and hugging seeing you through each day.
Written by – Gaa/C Dec 2013.
Whilst in hospital, ward D2, Coronary Care Unit. 27th December 2013.
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Sunday 16th February 2014
Local Folk Songs Today Three Drunken Maidens.
Back to normal, hopefully. No more hospital posts, [maybe the odd small update] but for now normal posts. Today I take you back to my local folk songs.
The Three Drunken Maidens, is an old song based on the Isle of Wight. Which is by the way a short Ferry ride across the Solent. From Lymington it would be by car ferry about 45 minutes or from Southampton which you choose, a car ferry is an hour or the Hydrofoil is 30 minutes.
I chosen two versions, which are quite different. The second is by a very well-known female singer. Maddy Prior was very popular and mostly known for her singing with the folk style band Steelye Span. As well as other folk style bands. She, in my mind, has one of the best voices. I wonder if you agree!
Keep a watch out for my Brocks Music Shed, I am to do a post on her and her music shortly.
Wednesday 12th February 2014
Below is the second of four poems I wrote while in hospital. It was written during my first week, after my operation I was unable to think or concentrate to write more, believe me I did try. The first week I was just waiting around for an opening to come for my operation. After my Angiogram I was told I was less urgent and because of the Xmas period they were getting emergency operations. So I had plenty of time, until 30th December, to think and write. I was able to walk about, so I always got dressed and did exactly that, and also spent a lot of time in the day room watching Christmas television. My hardest task was trying not to get too bored, but I lost this battle several times. I was very emotional and my moods up and down rather a lot. Many thoughts went through my head, both good and bad. Very lonely and alone, even with all the smiling and extremely good nurses doing their best, but it is not quite the same. I often felt lost. Below is my poem and a great song to relate to the title, hope you all enjoy. Thank you.
Just Another Bloody Day.
Another hour of another day hits me.
Another surprise with another trauma.
Waiting, making friends with a bed to be.
Tormented and teased and facing a dilemma.
Mental destruction, being pulled many ways.
Never knowing but always realising.
I know now where I am to spend my next few days.
Information absorbed becomes demoralising.
Moved about like a family of nomads,
Amongst many that have no face to show.
Some are mothers waiting, some are hopeful dads,
All that I am told makes me reach an all time low.
Another ward from another room,
Yet again I am moved, turmoil in my head.
I try very hard to avoid thinking of all the gloom,
But this battle I am losing, let it be said.
Another morning followed by another evening,
The orange sun rises smiling all the way.
Across the sky it travels its rays warm and reaching,
Finally gone, I see none of this fabulous day.
Another day ending with another night,
Outstretched arms I try to grab at some life,
I am now so tired, I close my eyes and see the light,
Bright lights and angels, at last no more strife.
Gaa/C Dec 2013.
23rd December 2013 while in hospital. Ward D2 Coronary Care Unit.