Good day . It’s almost the end of our working day. Boy
Wonder came in from work not too happy. He has been up most mornings at half five
too early to think about work. I don’t know how my Husband gets up each work
day at half six.
I was just saying to a lovely lady on line she sounds like
me. As she wrote of her day. I do the same as her, clean a room, write, lean
another room and write some more. Make dinner and guess what? Write. It’s an
obsession for me, but an obsession I love. I breathe through my words. I don’t
know how I coped during the transition between writing in print then after
losing my sight to eventually learning about the software I use now on my lap
top called Jaws which enables me to write. I think the gap was about 6 years
and now, to go ten days without being able to write, as that is the longest I have
gone in thirteen years, almost killed me. My head is so full of life and words,
conversations there’s a party going on in there. So many voices the noise is
awful as if scratching my brain and the only way I can deal with life is to
allow some of those voices out and let them talk on paper, or, on screens. Mad?
Yep, absolutely. And I love this kind of madness though there are times when I do
wish I wasn’t a writer or, never had been as once a writer, always a writer, it’s
a passion. We write, or we should, because we get something out of it, whether
it be to help others, help ourselves or just to live in a world of fantasy.
I often say my escape in life is to write. If I write a poem
or short story, I can be anyone. I’m free. My writing has been for me many
times therapy. I never thought the whole world though would be a part of my therapy.
Yep, that’s you!
And you, sitting at your desk, glad you are here, as for you
sitting back in the sun, lucky you, it’s rained all day here. I can’t complain,
we have had a beautiful summer. My lovely Carrie was asking a couple of
questions, Carrie, our Blogget from Canada wanted to know who was BW. Boy
Wonder, my Son, he can’t be the teen any more. Sadly, he’s twenty now. She was
asking about the race too, it’s the one my Son is taken part in soon I think it
comes from America. Basically, you pay a fortune to get so dirty with mud and
you climb up walls with water gushing down at you. You carry someone on your
back for a mile/1.6klm
I think you swim too but I may be wrong. I normally am. In total,
it’s 13 miles. The day he is due to do it, it’s forecast to rain.
Blogget Carrie also asked what is a courgette? I think she
may call it a zucchini
Talking with my forever cheerful friend today, we got onto
the subject of eyesight and if there will ever be a treatment for blindness.
She said no, never. Hahaha. Thanks ever so much sighted one.
I do wonder though, as I have said before, it’s looking very
unlikely that I will see in my lifetime. Only our maker can do that as
scientists are too busy messing about in my opinion. How depressing that I first heard of this camera 20 years ago and
still we are trying to develop it to perfection. To me perfection is to see
even to be partially sighted, not so I see shapes. I want to see the love in my
dearest’s eyes or tears of joy, a smile upon a face or a hand-written birthday
card. Photographs of my future Grandchildren and to be able to take them to the
local park and not be worrying that a dreadful person is watching them for bad
intentions. I want to watch my grandchildren at their first swimming lessons or
in their school play. I missed my own child right through his life, I don’t
want to be in the same place when my Grand Children come along, of course I can
go to school plays/performances as I did with my Son. But I know my Son knew I was
there but I couldn’t see him. At parent evenings, kids sat outside with their
friends my Son came to the different teachers with me because they were too ignorant
to come to me. And as for going to his nursery school to see his work? He would
have to tell me what was in the books what he had drawn because the teachers
just didn’t want to know. Sadly, many years later, my friends who have young
children and who also can’t see, are still going through all this rubbish at
school. Things have improved for disabled children but not for parents.
I also don’t want the worry or guilt of my Grand children
having my eye disease. So, I guess I get frustrated when it comes to the speed
in which we seem to not be travelling in when it comes to treatment for those
who are blind.
OK, didn’t mean this blog to turn into a grumpy pumpy Fifi. So,
I shall try to end on a lighter note.
My friend told me today about someone she knows who opened a
dog grooming shop some years ago across the road from a pub. She called her
shop. (Hair of the dog) She has just opened another shop called Barker and bone
house. We have a furniture shop in the UK called Barker and Stonehouse. I think
she is a genius.
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