Gulp! For some unknown reason, lunchtime conversation turn to how long we’ve been married. Yes it’s a long time: 29 years come early September! And Noreen commented that we must be close to the tipping point where we’ve been married for longer than we haven’t. I said I thought we should both have passed that point — having done a quick order of magnitude guestimate in my head. And so it turns out on doing a proper calculation using a spreadsheet. Noreen (being slightly the younger) passed the tipping point in the middle of August 2007. Whereas I didn’t get there until 5 May this year. That, plus the prospect of our 30th wedding anniversary in September 2009 and that I am rapidly approaching 60, suddenly seems quite scary. Oh and I passed the tipping point with my employer back in December 2002! Eeekkkkk!!!!!!!
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Today I've Been Mostly Half S(h)aved
Today I’ve Been Mostly Half S(h)aved, originally uploaded by kcm76.
This week’s self-portrait: 52 Weeks 23/52 (2008 week 31).
Friday Five: Hair!
Haven’t done a Friday Five for ages, mainly because the topics chosen each week haven’t interested me. But I’ll do this week’s, if only because it’s easy!
1. What type of hair do you have? (Thin, Normal, Thick, Frizzy, etc.)
Thick and slightly wiry and slightly wavy. There’s a self-portrait form a month or so ago here, so you can judge for yourself.
2.What color is your hair currently?
Naturally grey (white at the front; not so grey at the back). When very young I must have been very fair (and my hair was dead straight) but I went mid-brown as I got older and got a (natural) wave in my teens. I started going grey fairly young, and it doesn’t bother me at all, I actually quite like it.
3. What colors have you dyed/highlighted your hair?
None; ever.
4. If you could dye your hair any color, what would it be?
I’ve often thought about going completely grey. Or of course I could go lime green. But in all honesty I don’t see the point and can’t be bothered. Men with their hair dyed to hide the grey always look too uniform a colour so it stands out so.
5. What is your hair’s length?
Short. I actually went to the barber this morning so it is now a nicely tidy 3cm or so all over. It stays that way, except that I don’t get it cut often enough, but by the time I’ve been 5 weeks without a haircut it’s annoying me. Even as a student in the early 70s I never grew my hair for any longer than a term — and that was only bone idleness!
[Brought to you courtesy of Friday Five.]
Smackerated Toe
Smackerated Toe, originally uploaded by kcm76.
This week’s self-portrait: 52 Weeks 22/52 (2008 week 30).
Notice the prehensile toes, just to prove my real ancestry. đ
What I Done on My Holidays
At the beginning of June Noreen and I had two weeks holiday (well time off work anyway). For a variety of reasons, not least that we couldn’t get anyone to feed the cats, not even our local cattery, we didn’t go away. As always we intended to have lots of days out but due to basic knackeration and idleness we failed. So here is what I did done on my holidays …
- Took lots of photographs of the garden and especially the roses
- Supervised the gardener reconstructing the compost heaps
- Got a boot-load of old stuff (dead printers, garden shredder) taken to the tip
- Proofread Anthony Powell Society quarterly Newsletter and sent it to printer
- Paid loads of bills
- Turned out the toot from our wardrobes and threw out a load of old shoes, underwear, etc.
- Reviewed the draft new Anthony Powell Society website (still under development at the time of writing)
- Got a haircut
- Tidied up my PC hard disk
- Photoshopped lots of photos and posted them to Flickr
- Caught up on the pile of magazines to read by the bed
- Had some extra sleep
- Cooked lamb curry, vegetable curry and trout & pasta
- Decided not to buy a new bike (‘cos I know I’ll end up not using it, like I didn’t use the last one)
- Attended a charity trustees meeting, and unexpectedly had to chair it
- Went to London Zoo
- Went to the garden centre and bought loads of plants (some acers, a rose, a passion flower, lots of small things) and some terracotta pots for the patio
- Had a major tidy-up and repotted lots of plants on the patio
- Stayed up late but still got up fairly early (at least on some days)
- Had several siestas
- Went to Kew Gardens
- Spent lots of time pottering in the garden
- Got slightly sunburnt
- Wrote several weblog posts
- Had sex, several times
- Totally buggered my sleep pattern and failed to get up early on the days I wanted to (which is why we didn’t have as many away-days as planned)
- Processed a raft of literary society membership renewals and other admin; three afternoons worth!
- Tried to agree what we should do for an autumn holiday â and failed!
Such is the stuff of doing nothing.
In the Hotel
In the Hotel, originally uploaded by kcm76.
This week’s self-portrait: 52 Weeks 19/52 (2008 week 27).
Ah, Those Were the Days!
I’m not long home from an interestingly nostalgic weekend — I’ve been to a school reunion for those of who left Cheshunt Grammar School (Hertfordshire) in 1967-68-69. I was the youngest of these years as I left in ’69. The reunion (arranged by one of the ’68 leavers on his own initiative) was in the Red Cow pub, Windmill Lane, Cheshunt — about 5 minutes walk from the site of the old school, which is sadly no more, the site now being houses! Yes, the Red Cow was one of the pubs frequented by the 6th form at lunchtimes — except when we were banned, or the headmaster found out, when we went across the road to The Maltsters or into the town to the Rose & Crown.
We had a great time with about 40-50 people there (including some non-CGS partners) — not bad from an audience of probably 200, especially as many of us have lost complete touch with our school-friends. Being today there wasn’t as much beer being sunk as there would have been a few years ago — people were either being good or driving, or both! The pub laid on a good array of finger food. Having arrived about 4.30 we left soon after 9pm and the group was still going strong — if they were true to form they continued well into the night!
There were several people there I was quite friendly with at school as well as many I didn’t remember. Our deputy head (who unsuccessfully taught me History) also came along; I guess Kate must now be around 80, but she looked extremely fit and well, remembered us all and was interested to know what and how we’d all done. Richard who did the organising had arranged for our “all school” photographs from 1963 and 1968 to be printed up and displayed, so fun was had by all identifying the people (pupils and staff). Someone else brought their scrapbook of school memorabilia — I must look mine out! — which was another good conversation piece.
Everyone there seemed to be retired or on the point of retiring. Sadly I have a few years to go yet, unless I can magic together that big lottery win!
The reunion, plus a couple of drives around some parts of the town, turned it into a really nostalgic weekend, especially as I’ve not visited the area at all for 20 years. Indeed I left with quite a pang of home-sickness in my stomach — something I’m not used to and was quite disturbing. Let’s hope we can all meet up again sooner than another 40 years! We certainly should have a big bash for our 50th anniversary!!
Those were the days — the happiest days our our lives! Maybe an overstatement but they must certainly come close.
(Maybe some photos later.)
On Friendship and the Anthony Powell Society
Jilly, over at jillysheep, believes I blame her for changing my life — and she is right for it is she who introduced me to Anthony Powell, something which ultimately led to the formation of the Anthony Powell Society and why I have little time to call my own (I’m the Society’s Hon. Secretary).
Jilly has just given the Anthony Powell Society and this weblog a nice little puff. Just to complete the miniature picture she paints, here is my comment in reply:
Thanks for the puff, Jilly! Yes, you changed my life and by more than just introducing me to Powell, but maybe the rest shouldn’t be discussed here. đ
The Anthony Powell Society also hosts an active email discussion list at groups.yahoo.com/group/aplist/ which is open to all. And some members of that list have started their own reading group which can be found at www.adancetothemusicoftime.com/readinggroup/ tho’ it hasn’t yet really got off the ground. Both are open access and everyone is welcome.
Thanks, Jilly! đ
Rules for Living Life
I recently came across a weblog posting by Jonathan Fields over at Awake at the Wheel where he suggests “Six timeless rules for my 6-year-old daughter“. Never having had children, let alone a six-year-old, Iâm not going to discuss the merits or otherwise of Jonathanâs rules. But they set me thinking: What rules for life would I commend? And I came up with these seven.
- Change happens. The only thing which doesnât change is something which is dead. We all change; itâs called life. Some change is good, some is bad; thatâs called evolution. You can either fight change or go with it. Fighting it is destructive; you canât stop change, so much better to go with it and see what opportunities are presented.
- Life isnât fair; deal with it. Things arenât always going to go your way, and neither should they. If they did we would never learn. There is nothing you can do about most of the unfairnesses and stupidities, so quit worrying about them and let them flow over you. Accept it when things donât go your way, try to understand why, and move on.
- Live the now. Go for it; grasp opportunities when theyâre offered. As my wifeâs favourite aunt used to say: âI take my treats as they come.â That doesnât mean you should always live for the here and now, and never plan ahead. Clearly there is a balance. But donât shut yourself off from the present and from opportunities because youâre worrying about what might happen â it might not and you will have missed out!
- Trust your gut instinct, but consider the consequences of your actions. We all spend too much time thinking and worrying. Yes, we must be aware of the consequences of our actions â not to do so is selfish and would ultimately lead to anarchy (as well as violating rule 7). But donât over-analyse. There comes a time, usually sooner rather than later, to make a decision. Go for it. Sometimes despite your headâs better judgement your gut instinct will say: âbut that isnât the right choice for meâ, âit doesnât feel rightâ, âI know itâs risky but thatâs what I really have to doâ. Trust your gut and your heart to make the right choice. If we only ever trusted our heads, weâd never fall in love!
- Learn; donât regret. We can only ever make the best decision we can at the time with the information available. We usually donât have enough information or weâll make a wrong choice. There is no point looking back and regretting your decision, or worrying about what might have been; you canât change the decision; you did the best you could at the time. Try to understand why your choice was not the best and move on. I always say I have no regrets; I admit there are things I have done which I should not have done and wouldnât do again, but I hope Iâve learnt from them and that is valuable â so why should I regret having done them, except perhaps in as much as it hurt other people.
- Communicate. Probably the biggest cause of things going wrong or misunderstandings is a lack of communication. We always say that communication is the most important factor in any marriage/relationship; and itâs true. But it applies equally to everything we do. If you donât communicate, how do others know what you think, what youâre going to do, or what you want them to do? And communication doesnât mean just talk; it isnât all one way: you outwards! It means listen as well; listen hard and properly to what is being said to you; make sure you understand it.
- Treat others as you would wish to be treated yourself. This is perhaps most important of all; if you can achieve this most of the rest will follow. It is the cornerstone of my personal management method (which I call âEthical Managementâ although itâs really about getting the best from people â but thatâs something for another day). It isnât âdo to others before they do unto youâ as seems so common today. It is âdo to others what you would like them to do to youâ. If you treat other people fairly then the wheels will turn more easily. People are like wasps: theyâre essentially good; respect them and theyâll respect you; they only get vindictive when you get snotty with them. Donât just screw someone for your personal short-term gain. Donât do things to gratuitously annoy someone. Try to understand the world through their eyes. Why are they in a grumpy mood? Sympathise â better empathise — with them. Understand that it isnât they who made that error and try to help them to help you to put it right. The Dalai Lamaâs word is compassion, meant in its broadest sense. Treat others with compassion.
I do try to live by these rules myself, although I have to admit I didnât always; Iâve had to learn them for myself, the hard way. I donât always succeed, but thatâs part of learning: if youâre not failing occasionally then youâre not taking enough risks to move âthe businessâ (whatever that is; read âlifeâ?) forward.
I would commend these to anyone. OK maybe not in this form until that someone is in their teens, at least, but Iâm sure they can be packaged in suitable words for people of any age.
Summer in England
How do you know it’s summer in England? No not because the sun is shining. Because it’s raining! It really is almost that predictable.
We’re on holiday for a couple of weeks at present; a badly needed break. Unfortunately we failed in our attempts to go away because we were unable to find anyone to feed the cats (none of our 3 cat feeders is available, nor is our local cattery; they’re all on holiday too!). So we’re staying home and trying to go out for days. But it’s raining! â nice steady summer rain which looks set for the day.
The two top things we want to do are go to London Zoo (I’ve not been since I was a child) and go to Kew Gardens. Both are largely outdoors. Which ain’t too much fun when it’s peeing down with rain. There are few things more miserable, in my mind, than being out for the day in the rain.
At least the rest of the week looks good. Meanwhile we’re at home doing a few odd jobs around the place and not much else.
Update, 1735 hrs. And it is still raining; don’t think it’s stopped all day! We’ve spent the day pottering about and clearing out all the old toot from our wardrobes.