Saturday, 31 July 2010
It was a bit quiet this morning, but a few people popped in this afternoon. Some of the mums showed great interest in my ideas and designs, and one teacher asked if I could do a talk at their school as it would fit in very nicely with their green recycling programme.
Janet and Sue came to see me. Sue had just bought a teeshirt from a charity shop, with a big, sitting pussy cat stitched on the front. I was able to trace around it onto paper, then copy it onto card. I can use this as a template to cut out a cat, to sew onto the shopping bags.
Talking of shopping bags, I gave away four of the sweatshirt bags to people who showed an interest in copying them. One lady was on holiday from Utah, so that bag is going to travel a long way back home with her. Afterwards I went to Tesco and gave the other two away to random people who were arriving to do their shopping. They were all delighted when I said they were free, and that I had made them to give away. I need to make some more now, six down, one million to go, ha ha.
Friday, 30 July 2010
There is a tree at the end of my road which envelopes you with a wonderful fragrance as you pass underneath it. I am so addicted to this smell that I look up into it's branches and linger for a while, my nose taking in the aroma. I don't know what this tree is called, maybe someone can tell me.
It has big broad leaves, and small narrow leaves with a stem of tiny flowers coming from the middle of each leaf. Very strange to have two different types of leaves on the same tree.
I have a busy day tomorrow, at the Arts Centre. I'll get some sleep now so I am refreshed. Goodnight.
Thursday, 29 July 2010
He seemed quite happy there, he shared with another cat called Bobby, they were the best of friends, and he could see Sue at her kitchen window. She even put a portable TV in the chalet and sat watching it with Mr B purring on her knee.
We thought he might have to be rehomed eventually but because he is such a gorgeous boy, there was no rush. We had fallen in love with him and knew that the person who takes him on would have to be very special, a kind and caring cat lover who would give him lots of cuddles. We just had to wait untill that person came along.
Well now she has. I called in to see my friend Janet when I got back on Tuesday, she looks after my cats while I am away. Sitting in her conservatory chatting, I looked down to see a ginger cat walk in. She has nine cats and I couldn't recall seeing a ginger one before. Then I smiled, and Janet smiled, yes, Mr Beasley has a new home, he recognised me and jumped straight on my knee.
He has been there just over three weeks and fingers crossed he hasn't tried to run away. Mind you, he probably knows he is onto a good thing, a big garden to roam about in, good food, and a comfy bed, what more could a cat want. So thank you Janet and Paul for taking him in :o)
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
We arrived at the Rendevous Hotel, Skipton, at 3.30pm and after a relaxed check in and familiarising ourselves with the hotel layout, we enjoyed a champagne reception. At our reserved tables in the ballroom, we were served a delicious three course a la carte meal. Our evenings entertainment was a live cabaret featuring the music from Grease. Everyone soon got into the party spirit and was up out of their seats dancing to the lively music.
After breakfast the next day, we took a walk down the canal towpath which ran directly behind the hotel, to Skipton town centre. Amar and Claire are leading, Amar is the founder of Traveleyes, and Claire is his lovely assistant.
Each blind or visually impaired (VI) traveller is assigned a sighted guide. The pairs are changed daily so that everyone gets to know each other. You will see that some are carrying canes and some are not, it is up to the individual. Here we are re grouping for a few minutes to let everyone catch up.
The characters walked around the grounds freely, from children, babes in arms, dogs, to wealthy landowners and servants, they were all there. I never knew history was so fascinating. Even the dogs had decorated collars.
This is looking towards the entrance from the tower.
After meeting up again we then went to the Jorvik Viking Museum, Jorvik being the original name of York. This was built on the site of a Viking settlement, and there is an authentic re-creation of houses, workshops, and backyards of how it used to be. We sat in little cars which run along a track and as you slowly glide through the exhibits, the story unfolds through the speakers in the headrests.
On the last morning we went a walk along the canal, and watched some people open a bridge to pass through. This was an automatic one where you did not require muscle power, but inserted a key and pushed a button.
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
Thursday, 22 July 2010
they organise holidays for blind and visually impaired people, and take the same amount of sighted people, who act as the eyes for those who can't see. We are staying in a hotel in Skipton, and having trips out to York and Howarth, a narrow boat cruise, and a visit to Skipton Castle.
Although I have been to the area before, I am looking forward to meeting new and interesting people. The boss of the company, Amar Latif, is coming along as well, he is lovely, can't wait to see him again. He has his own web site
I had a holiday with them three years ago to Italy, it was fantastic but quite mentally demanding. You are paired up with a different person every day, and have to make sure they are safe, describe what you see, and help them to make the best of their holiday, as well as enjoying it yourself. It's a win win situation really, everybody is happy.
I'll see you when I get back and tell you all about it. Toodle pip.
Chapter three in the book is titled, Food for Thought, and opens with the words, 'You are what you eat'. Dont you just get fed up of hearing that, it's rammed down our throats every day in the media. The government plays God by preaching what we should and shouldn't be eating, and that excess alcohol, drugs, junk food, and smoking is bad for us. We have heard it that often, we don't listen any more.
I hope Mr Thompson does not mind if I borrow a few words from his book, he talks a lot of sense in a simple language.
"Mahatma Gandhi believed that the secret to building unlimited holistic success was in developing the correct palate. If you control your palate, he taught, then all the other senses will fall into line. When you control the senses you control yourself and once you can control yourself you can control the world. However, if you cannot control something as basic as the food you eat how are you ever going to get your head around the big issues such as health, wealth, and happiness?"
"What you eat, when you eat, and how much you eat fundamentally affects who you are and what you think. The wrong foods - or even the right foods eaten in heavy portions, can force the body out of it's natural state of balance. This makes it difficult to think positively, and makes it almost impossible to function normally."
I haven't enough room here to go into great detail, but the main message in this chapter is that food is purely fuel for the body, that's all. It's not about never having a beer, or a pizza, or a pudding. It's about moderation, about not eating food that your body does not need, taking the pressure off an overworked digestive system.
I don't have a relationship with food, it does not rule my life, I am not constantly thinking about it, and I am certainly not addicted to it. Food is the fuel that keeps me alive, so I try and eat the best I can. OK, I ocassionally fall off the wagon, too many crisps, too much chocolate, but these instances are becoming less and less, and I am pleased with myself when I pass them by on the supermarket shelf. I am also pleased that I view smoking as poisoning the body, so I have never indulged, neither have I dabbled with drugs, for this activity poisons the mind as well as the body. My little pleasure is an ocassional can of cider, or a bottle of wine, I only drink them because I like the taste, not because of the effects they might have. Of course all this is no guarantee that I will live to a ripe old age, at the end of the day it's the cards you are dealt, but I do hope that if I look after myself it will help.
You might be wondering where all this psychological (I call it comonsense) talk is leading. I feel very sad when I hear of people who have wrecked their lives through over indulgence. Very sad that people have neglected to look after their own bodies. It's even more heart breaking when you know a member of your own family is heading down the road to self destruction, and you can only stand by and watch them throw their lives away.
I heard yesterday that my brother, who lives in India, is dying of cancer. Sadly it is too late for him. I have known for many years that his unhealthy lifestyle would be his downfall, but I could do nothing. He is only 59, and I may never see him again.
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
They are a gift because I never planted any in the spot where I have just dug these up. These magic potatoes just appeared in the middle of a bed of peas. The peas are all eaten so I cleared away the debris, and dug these up at the same time. I can only think that I might have missed a spud from last years batch and it has laid there all winter waiting to sprout. Or, I have a habit of putting everything onto the compost heap, and a few potato peelings may have been resurected and come back to life for a second chance. Whatever happend I am pleased with my free spuds.
In the last few days I have butchered four sweatshirts to make shopping bags out of them. The pile of offcuts was mounting up, what do I do with the bits left behind? Aha, I'm not so daft as to throw them in the bin, they will come in usefull, I know make another bag ;o)So here we go, another bag. It doesn't matter that it's bits sewn together, in fact it adds a bit of interest. The bags are meant to be strong and robust, they don't have to be pretty and decorative, they have a job to do.
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
The story is, the previous landlady collected pot cats, and her regular customers brought back an ornament from their holidays, to add to the collection.
Monday, 19 July 2010
Today I have scattered his ashes in his favourite places, in the borders of the garden. He loved to lie underneath the bushes, taking shelter from the hot sun. This is Freddies resting place.
Lilly was there to help me and we said our goodbye's and a little prayer. I put the box on the lawn and Lilly immediately lay down next to it. Maybe I am imagining it, but it was as if he knew that Freddie was there.