Good morning Bloggets. An early start today. I got up ready
and was faced with two four legged friends. My dog Waggatail and Hubs guide dog
the Little Fella, AKA LF. Hub is working very late today, left the house at
half seven this morning and won’t return until about quarter past eight
tonight. He has to stay back at the office for a meeting after work so he
thought it was unfair to take LF for such a long day and has no trains to catch
today, just a taxi each way, so LF could have a day off work. Right now he is
sleeping. He has been out in the garden and I groomed him he has had his five
minutes with the wagging one. Poor Waggs. She comes in so wet he picks her up
by her back, not only her neck, but lifts her by her back, what is it about my
poor Wagga? Our last guide dog Suki, AKA Long Chops, used to pick Waggs up by
the scruff of the neck and rag her, but not her whole back!!! Mind you Wagga
loves it. She goes back for more.
Teen took Waggatail for a long walk last night about six in
the evening and she loved it. What with that yesterday after a marathon free
run on Sunday with June and work on Monday, play time today when LF wakes up,
smile, tomorrow she will be shattered all day I bet, but she has some work in
the morning for me too, so I hope not too sleepy. I swear the two of them talk
all night to each other, because she never seems too awake in the mornings. If
so, I wonder what they talk about?
So why up so early? I had a radio interview to do for our
local charity Guide Dogs. It was live. I was told it would be at nine then ten
past then it ended up quarter past, but never mind, I had to endure a song from
Howard Jones whilst I waited. The DJ was great, and all went well. I got in
everything I needed to including phone numbers, but another moment whereby I
wished that I read Braille, sitting with one ear on the phone and the other
with one of the the ears from my headphones listening to my software JAWS
giving me the phone number but only if I kept the arrow key in the correct
place.
Later on I have some interviews to do and then reports to
write for the press and then I must iron. Really, it’s getting ridiculous. Gosh
I remember the days when I got all of my washing drying and ironing done in one
day. Now my ironing board is out all of the time. It’s so messy, I don’t like
it.
Teen working then he is volunteering for the gym. Bless him.
A long day for him too, but he is young, mind you, my teen has less energy than
my Husband of 47.
Dinner tonight already planned. Salmon roast potatoes and a
huge salad. No salmon for me though. Right now, I’m waiting for my shopping to
be delivered. Then the game of discovery. Guessing what box is what and what
packet belongs where. The clue is in if the box is solid it’s the freezer, if
the pack is cool it’s the fridge and if warm or what I would call dry, the
cupboards. Smile. That is all well and good, but when it comes to going in the
fridge, cupboard or freezer, and I need to choose for dinner what to eat? Well,
a nightmare. Most times I get it right, I can say I make about three mistakes
per year which is nothing really. It’s things like I have taken mince out of
the freezer to defrost and found out it’s chicken breasts. As a filter of ice
goes over the top.
Something to think about today. Troubles are like washing
machines. They tangle us up, spin us around, squeeze us tight but in the end,
we come out cleaner, brighter and better than before. I truly believe this.
Better in most ways anyway, we are more compassionate, we are more ready to
listen to others, not so selfish with our time or thoughts and because we have
been down the devils dam, in his den and managed to climb back out, we know not
to go there again.
Sometimes we may get pushed into a painful place we don’t
want to be, we can stand strong and learn the word no! Other times we may
simply find ourselves there as we wake up. Transported through the night. Slyly
the demons can pick us up in our sleep, it is up to us to be strong and fight
for ourselves, if your religion denomination is such, we can pray to our God,
angels perhaps to guide us, if we are not that way inclined, then look deep within
one’s soul to find that strength that we need.
My personal belief is that our lives are mapped out for us,
but we don’t need to go down certain streets. At the end of the day, we are
more powerful than we could ever believe. Just give yourselves a chance and
prove that you can achieve goals far beyond anything that you have ever thought
before.
I received an email from one of my Bloggets who is going
through troubles at the moment, a lot of arguments, well I told him there are
three sides of an argument, your side, their side and the right side. Give and
take and walk away. Walking away from an argument isn’t a weak thing or a bad
thing. It shows how strong you are as a person. You may feel so bad that you have
to get your side across, it’s up to you to judge the situation until you calm
down what is the point of yelling at one another? Walk away from the anger,
give time for both parties to calm down and return to have a conversation where
both of you are calmer and will agree before talking that you will give each
other time to put both points across, then hopefully you can meet in the
middle, remember that you truly believe that your point is the only point which
is valid, but they believe equally as strongly that their point is stronger
than yours. So, half and half.
When you want someone to know how you feel, remember they
are not mind readers, they only know what is on your mind by expressing how you
feel, but be prepared to listen how they feel too. Sometimes it’s best to wear
other people’s shoes.
You expect the world to be fair with you, because you are
fair with them. Sadly, this is like saying because you don’t eat the lion, don’t
expect the lion not to eat you! Life isn’t fair, but we can all take a part in
life and try to make it better for each other. Try is a very strong word, to
have only three letters, it can change lives.
Remember that saying which to be honest really at times
annoys me, there is always someone worse off than you in the world. Why do I
dislike this saying? What does it resolve when one is fighting with fury? Well
it benefits us just before we get to the stage where by we feel down and angry
with life. We can all wish for huge houses in perfect locations, wonderful
exciting jobs, massive cars and wonderful holidays, but look at the wealthy?
They seem to have it all, but are they happy? I doubt it, as they wouldn’t turn
to drugs or drink would they?
Well, the sun is out, though seeming to have a filter of cloud
today again, we have had a lot of that I really believe it’s the pollution. I
know I go on about this, but I live on the busiest road I have ever lived on in
my life with the noise and fumes, it’s not good, but come a few months,
thankfully, I will have a few days where the air will be clean and all will be
good, I hope.
I’m sorry about my blog last night, I was trying to type,
listen to the words I was writing, in the meanwhile, a bath was getting
prepared, the TV was blasting, our two dogs were playing and remember they have
bells on their collars then half way, my Husband came from the bath and started
to shout at the TV as football was on… He also kept asking me questions and
commenting on the game. So more mistakes than the norm and I know that the norm
is far from perfect, but days of English exams are over, smile… Anyway,
wherever you are in the world, Spain and Greece have joined us today as well as
Australia, the UK, US, Canada, Germany France and South Africa, I was just
looking at the stats. Welcome to you all and for all those of you who will come
along later, have the kindest day. X
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