Today tomorrow and Wednesday! in The odd entries from life …….

We might be having dull weather quite soon now, but we are having mostly dry days, it is good to have more light these day’s, this morning the sun is quite low but the sunlight is getting closer to us; after noon we are having sun on the bungalow and most of the patio; the better weather is getting closer.

Yes the sun is coming back, but to counter that we have a northerly wind blowing up now and then, wind from that quarter is never warm! ‘I think I’ve mentioned March is just five weeks away’ I expected you have noticed I’m not very happy when the weathers very hot, and now it seems I’m not so keen of proper winters!

Age I suppose, it comes to us all if we are lucky, I was talking with my Sister over the weekend, it seems Mum is having more duvet days, now it is one or two times a week, when looking back nothing would keep her in bed; and could not understand those ‘lazy’ people who stay in bed until noon on a Sunday ‘I couldn’t do that’ I myself did manage a few times!

I would imagine many of us are concerned about longevity, with the chance of dementia waiting there in our latter years; or in the not so far years for some! Mum and Dad have had dementia in their latter years, both were ok until their mid eighties, Dad took each day as it came; and he took dementia just the same. It’s very rare that I delete a photograph but there was one of Dad I deleted, it was one of those chance photographs; there was a terror in Dad’s eyes in that image …..

Mum is quite different from Dad, in the right mood she would fight shadows, and so she took on dementia in that way, my Sister and Brother-in-law took the blunt of it; some if it found it’s way to Cornwall via the telephone. Now at 88 Mum is less active, if she complains now it is not so long; being in a home she is a happy as she can be. All she wishes for now is her life in the 1930’s and 40’s, mostly she thinks the home is in Shrewsbury, and the home’s handy man is someone she knew in a village near where the family home was in Walford Heath; Shropshire.

As for me I’m ok’ish, on one side I can lose a word a moment before I was just going to use it, then on the other side I can sort out a rout on Google Earth, then set off with out a note and get there. All my life I’ve had a poor memory, so I will wait and see, perhaps a better medication will come; I would imagine there is a lot of research for a cure or what ever – with all the dementia cases in the wealthy west!

Alas there is less income for the cures that would help younger people in the third world.

Note. I expect this reads rather sad, but the future is a unknown world, I’m happy most of the time, those little moans when getting up I find amusing, that from the school boy who thought he would avoid aging until the end!!!

Wednesday 28 January 2015.

About five I awoke to the sound of wind gusting up the valley, we were forecasted strong wind joined a day latter rain; could January be planning to go out in a wiz! Sweetheart and I took ourselves to the beach to watch the waves, as we got to beach the incoming tide was just washing past the Chapel Rock.

Walking on to the beach was a battle against the northern wind, Sweetheart didn’t quite reach close enough to get sand on her boots, I crossed the bridge over one of the streams that cross the beach. I always ware glasses so I had some protection from the wind born sand; Sweetheart doesn’t use glasses all the time so she was getting sand in her eyes.

I near had the beach to myself, looking up and down I saw six or seven people and about a similar number of dogs, in a few minutes I took a 106 images, with the wind getting hold of me every few seconds I took four to six exposures of each scene, at home I edited the images down to nineteen photographs; and eight of those were chosen for this entry.

Walking back towards the car park was a progress of one step, then two steps as the gusts came up behind me! I’ve never really been drunk, but when today’s gusting winds catch a hold of me I wonder if that is what being drunk is like! I remember talking with one of the more serious students at the university, she told me she liked to get drunk once a month; is it me – a once a lifetime type!

Now I’m remembering there is one more story from my university day’s! A slim attractive girl was telling me about her touring holiday across America, she went with another female student and they hired a car. While diving across a desert they saw a few cars parked, they went to see the men who were firing rifles at empty beer cans. It was at that point she stopped and said ‘You had the same look my Mum had when I told her’

The rifle fans were friendly, they told the girls haw to use a rifle, then lined up more beer cans as quick as they could empty then; then they got there eyes in and the cans were flying. I still wouldn’t that – I think!

Not a great day for roofing!

A last note.

I was looking up Quotes by the late George Melly, in the list there was the ‘Times of India’ so I clicked on it, inside it said ‘There are no Quotes on George Melly’

As the Times of India has nothing to offer, this quote come up quite often ….

George Melly’s legendary wit, he once asked Mick Jagger why his face was so wrinkled. “Laughter lines,” the old rocker replied with a grin. Melly quipped: “Dear Boy - nothing’s that funny.”

Last updated January 28, 2015