Deep And Crisp And Even.
Good Morning Peeps,
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How are you this most excellent December day.
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I hope that good things are happening to you.
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Back here where I dwell, it is way cold, but it looks entirely beautiful.
Everything is covered in white, the spectral trees looking like fine lace against a hazily blue sky, and the sun is casting sharp shadows across the street.
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When I went out to feed the waiting birds this morning, I found that everything is totally frozen into ice.
As I walked out over the snow it was disconcerting to hear such crunching.
I don’t think that I shall see many old people coming out to get themselves a paper this Sunday because it will probably be far too slippy underfoot for them.
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They are mostly bionic these days anyway.
Every time I ask one of them how they are, I am amazed by the tales of new elbows, hips and knees that they have been having inserted into their various problem areas.
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I am often puzzled that no one asks them exactly what their diet consists of, before they carry out all of this invasive work, which cannot be reversed in the future.
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When I stand in a queue at our local Spar, or a larger supermarket, I amuse myself by looking into other people’s trolleys and baskets.
I am often shocked by the contents.
How can old people possibly prevent degeneration when all they fuel themselves with is utter crap.
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How can a body be expected to replace and repair itself when it is not provided with any decent quality building materials.
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How can teacakes, biscuits, tins of soup, tea,sugar, mass produced cakes and white bread be a suitable diet!
Why are they not encouraged to eat fresh fruit and vegetables, tins of salmon and sardines, porridge oats, potatoes, pasta, eggs and cheaper cuts of meat made into casseroles etc.
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To me it is like self abuse.
They should also be provided with cheap bottles of cod liver oil, like we were given in the years after the war.
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I know that this is a particular bugbear of mine but it distresses me to see that old people seem to expect to fall to pieces and they act as if nothing can be done to prevent it.
As if they are mere spectators in their own lives.
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Why are people so ready to take pills now?
I talk to people who seem to enjoy giving long descriptions of their ailments, closely followed by a long list of prescribed medications, which they take to deal with them.
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It is strange to then have someone say that they are taking more pills to deal with the side effects caused by the first lot of pills….and so on.
It is madness, utter madness.
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People should take up Yoga too, before they seize up completely.
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Anyway, that is enough of that.
Everyone will do exactly what they want to do, you cannot live another person’s life for them.
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You cannot change anyone else by telling them what to do.
The only way you can ever effect changes in other people, is to change yourself inside, letting those ripples go outwards and bring about their own effects.
Passive but effective!
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While I have been writing this, I have also been watching the birds flying back around the house carrying big bits of the food that I put out for them.
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This morning it was the remains of a large ham and pease pudding sandwich, the fatty ham scraps from making the said sandwiches, and a commercially made Christmas mince pie….not, I might add, anything that I would buy.
Big H went out to post a card yesterday, because I received a Xmas card from someone that I had forgotten to put on my list. and that needed to be returned pronto.
While he was out, he met a very kind gentleman from a local church who was giving out hot mince pies to everyone who passed him by.
Big H was momentarily beguiled by the unexpectedly festive gesture and the homely aspect of the large baking fray groaning with pies, covered by a spotlessly clean checkered tea towel, and smelling delicious in the cold air.
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“Look what I’ve got”, he said when he got back, opening his hand to reveal a small but perfectly formed pie, with a cut out pastry star on the top.
He told me where he had got it from and I asked him if he was going to eat it.
He said that he definitely was, and soon proceeded to do so.
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After one mouthful his face twisted and out came his tongue….Urghhh, he cried.
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Of course it was stodgy and unbearably sweet.
But the birds had no objections whatsoever.
It also fulfilled the Christian ethic in that it did not feed just one, it fed the many!
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We have now purchased and wrapped all of our Christmas presents and can try to relax into the festive season….except for one annoying thing.
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You remember that I bought an electric blanket last week.
Well it has two separate controls so that each side of the bed can be adjusted to suit the person occupying that space.
As it was freezing cold last night, I went up and put the blanket on full at nine pm in order to ensure a blissful entry into bed.
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Did that Happen?
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Did it hell!.
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I leaped into bed…. and shrieked.
My side was stone cold.
Big H’s side was red hot, and the rotten swine would not share.
Bastard!
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So we have to make yet another journey to the shops.
Big H had the cheek to say that there was no hurry,,,,a classic case of ‘I’m all right Jaksie’
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So today might mean a trip on icy roads back to the shopping centre.
Unless we have a toss up for new sides of the bed….and I win!
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Speak to you soon.
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Jaksie x
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