Good day Bloggets. Firstly, my heart goes out to India with
all the floods and deaths. When I watch the news, my heart aches for those
affected by what has gone on out there. Especially when I saw the poor man who
has lost his wife and children, in fact, 9 members of his family. I know in a
previous blog I have touched on this but still I have thoughts for you all who
are or have been hurt in such a tragedy. And bags of rice being handed out. My first
thought was how are you guys going to cook it? Everything has gone. I hope if
you are reading this and you have been affected by the disaster, you now are at
least in a safe place but for those without houses still, handing out rice to
be cooked, I’m not sure how that is going to work.
Last night on the news, a man was talking so upset as the
birds sang the most beautiful song. I thought, fly free sweet creature, but
what will you eat? If our birds are not dying with the drought, they are
starved because the floods have damaged their crops.. But for a short time,
they are free in the sky and I pray our skies will be kept free from any
further technology like drones. I pray that things like drones are a fashion
and will speedily go on their way back to the factory bin, as our sky should be
left to creatures with wings!
My Son came home at 6 this morning I think to pick up his
wallet. Took his gf to the train station. Bought her breakfast. Though she was
travelling first class and would be fed breakfast, he of course didn’t eat but
after seeing her off on her train to London, he came back to the gym and did a
couple of hours work out. She is on some course to learn to put make up on, or
at least sell it. I’m sure she will love her time away. This is her first time
in the capital. She is staying overnight. Only one night. BW came home made his
breakfast and went to sleep well I think he’s sleeping. He’s back at work
tomorrow and I bet he’s in early. The first time he could have a good lay in as
he’s home tonight, and I bet he will have to get up at 4.15 am. I hope I’m wrong
and he’s in later.
Hub and the Little Fella, are off to or are at by now,
Manchester. Hub has a meeting and then he is going to see LF’s puppy walker.
This will be the first time Hub has met both the lady and gent. And it’s been
three years since LF saw them both. In fact, it may be longer. Will he remember
them? I really hope so. I shall let you know tomorrow.
I have told you before if you are an old reader, as in been
here since the start, not old in age… Waggatail is my second guide dog and
Black Beauty aka Hannah, was my first. Hannah came to me when I lived in two
houses ago in a totally different area. But oddly, she came from where I live
now. quite a distance to where I used to live. Hannah was her puppy walkers
first guide dog pup and when I got the Wagging one, I couldn’t believe it. She
came from this area, so, the same as Hannah came from though I had moved areas,
my two dogs came from the same place, not only that, but the same house and
puppy walkers. And, Hannah was their first dog, Waggatail their last. They had
ten all together. Hannah was a small black Labrador as is Waggs. Both girls.
Now whether the couple only took on black bitches, I don’t know. But what are
the chances of that happening? Especially my first dog being their first, and I
do wonder if Waggatail will be my, last, as she was theirs! I really hope I get
another dog, as advances in medicine hasn’t made it possible for me to dream of
vision before it’s time to hang up my dogs’ harness, but changes in Guide Dogs UK,
mean I doubt I will qualify. I mean, Okay, I’m blind and my Husband is too, but
hey ho! Such is life and such are changes in the real world. I only hope our
changes don’t follow you to your country.
It’s funny I know of so many people who have enough vision
to get about without even a cane, an yet they have a dog and they will qualify
for another. An yet totally blind, I probably won’t. why? Because I am a low
user…. Yep, I know, I sound like a druggy. The work I do is short as the shops
and so on I go to are so close. Within fifteen minutes of my house. And they
want us to show we can do so much more than that. To be honest, I would love to
but because I have that label of low user, I have been given guide dogs that
can cope with not much… it’s no good giving me a super dog who can do trains
every day and city life working from office to office. If they did, my dog
would be so bored as I don’t do all that. But I do go to the shops, restaurant
Doctors dentist an chemist and of late, we have been doing things like forest
and beach walks, but still all that is going to matter is how long, not so how
important just to exist. So, I fear our future in the UK as a guide dog owner,
will be only for what I call super blindies. Action men and women.
I hope in three years when my Waggatail has retired, I’m
telling you differently and I have a dog, I have lost my awful label of low
user and what would also be nice would be if as blind people, we could be
stopped being called “Vulnerable”” people. Seriously, I know of people who are
ten times more vulnerable than me and they are all working fine, all their
parts are good to go. Except spend a little time with them and one learns
differently. Actually, they are not as quotes normal as what they first appear
on the outside. Because we have something that is obvious, we have to carry
labels around with us.
I know of someone who cares for vulnerable… people, they are
severely disabled as in can’t wash themselves for example or dress themselves. Well
this carer, has major heart problems and is a diabetic whereby she depends on
insulin. She can’t walk far as she is overweight. But, she doesn’t have the label
of vulnerable. Yes, she has heart troubles and so on, and I have problems with
my eyes, but I am not blooming vulnerable. Hahaha. OK, rant over.
I told you my friend came yesterday with her little girl. Well
this child is only three. All the way here my friend told the child that my
eyes were poorly… so, when they arrived, the little girl was staring at me. My friend
wondered why the child was looking at me in such a way? Then the child said…
“You said that Fiona had poorly eyes. But, she has got eyes.””
Hahaha. I love children.
I have written before about a talk I gave to a school when
at the end we have question time… my favourite part. Enough already of my voice.
The hand went up as my colleague told me suddenly a voice from a little boy
spoke.
“When you are driving your car…. how do you know when to
stop?””
Oh, I have told you this so many times, but it still makes
me chuckle. I just replied. Well if I was to drive, it would be very dangerous.
Why would it not be safe for me to drive Billy?
There’s always a Billy, and Billy will be guaranteed to be
the one to ask the question.
He didn’t answer but another child did. Because you can’t
see… that’s correct, I don’t see out of my eyes, so if I were to drive, I wouldn’t
see where I was going…. I think we expect too much from their young minds but
we can only hope a tiny part of what we are trying to get across, goes in their
memories for our future.
I absolutely loved giving talks to children. I felt as if I was
helping to make a difference to someone in the near future and I did see it a
few times, but once I spoke to girl guides as there was a girl who was blind
and having a hard time at school, so hopefully after I spoke with them they
would treat her better. But then some weeks later, I spoke with some boy cubs
and they told me of a blind girl in their school. It was the same area so I just
asked what her name was? They told me and I knew it was the same girl who was
having a hard time with kids. So, I asked them if they ever spoke to her? They of
course replied no. I asked why? The silence told me everything I needed to know
to carry on. By the end of the talk, I know there were at least two boys who
would have gone into school the next day and went up to the girl and spoke to
her. What a difference that would make to her day. And how she would want to
get out of bed the next day. It’s so simple, we want to be a part of your life,
not left out.
Since then, I have spoken to the girls Mum and she is doing
so well. Children are open books, it’s up to us if we chose to read them or
close the pages forever.
I did my Yoga today with my lady. I feel so much better. I’m
not going to see her for seven weeks now. I have loads of home work to do. But I
have to have it all on Dictaphone as I would forget everything.
She tried to get me to chant today. Sorry, it wasn’t
happening. I’m not a chanter… for those who are, total respect, but if I was to
do that, it would have the opposite effect to what it was meant to do for me.
OK, I’m going to pop to the shop we need some bread rolls
and then chill some more. All of my housework for the day is done. I have been
up since half six this morning. So, I’m now starting to feel really tired as
didn’t get to sleep until almost 2 am. I woke up about three times in between. When
I got up Hub said he was going to as well.
I said why? He wasn’t leaving until nine this morning. He replied I have
to work. I replied get some more sleep and work in transit. He had a two-hour
journey. He said he was awake and wouldn’t be able to get to sleep again… he’s
working so hard weekends and nights. I left him, telling him off… I waited to
hear him showering. Nothing. So, I emptied the dishwasher and took the dogs to pollute.
I emptied the bins and made some breakfast. I went up at eight and he was fast
asleep. So, I had to wake him. He was shocked he had gone back to sleep. I said
I told you, your body is tired and needs to rest. Four hours in transit is a
long day. So, by the time he gets home, that will be what he has done today and
he is doing the same but a different place on Thursday. At least he travels
with his colleague now. so, no stress on getting places as she can see.
Finally, in our news today.
A businessman from Britain was killed in a plane crash in
Sydney has left his fortune of 41, million to Oxfam.
Oh, don’t even get me started on that one.
Prostrate treatment cures without surgery.
Really? Wow, I hope so and I hope it’s not just a headliner
to get us to read more. I didn’t read more but you can on the link below. If there
is a cure for this awful disease, I will be so happy for all you guys out
there. My Dad died of prostrate cancer twenty years ago, and it was so very sad
to watch him go like that.
Staff in open plan offices are fitter and less stressed also
they work harder… I guess they talk harder too? May be that is their exercise,
talking, all those jaw muscles working. Haha. I must say, I like open plan
offices they just feel bigger and it must be awful surrounded by four walls
keeping you trapped. More air flow I would imagine in larger offices.
OK, I have just had a conversation with the one and only Boy
Wonder. He rose from his den. I doubt he got any sleep he wasn’t up there long
enough. He’s off to the gym for the second time today. So, my writing was interrupted
we were talking about the state of the country and he was asking why he has to
pay tax. Haha. Well we covered everything and then spoke about religion and
finally Homosexuality. I think my Son misses his intelegent conversations.
Sadly he doesn’t get them now days. I guess because he’s home today, means there
will be some talks around the dinner table.
Okay. On that note, I shall carry on with my day… here is
the link to the news headlines I was reading.
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