It would for me because I could pay off my mortgage, and my credit cards and not feel sick with worry as to how I will live when I have to retire.
I have been Blog Surfing.
It is of no surprise that there are an enormous number interesting, diverse, weird (and truly weird) blogs beyond the world of Gardening Blogs. I came across a post called Blog Tag: Oh Meme is Me! on a blog called “Tale Spinning” . The title caught my eye so I read on and I thought it would be a fun thing to do. He was tagged by Flash fiction another blog I am definitely going to follow and would recommend.
The idea is to answer a series of questions and then tag other bloggers to do the same.
I won’t do the tagging bloggers bit, as a newbie blogger myself, I don’t know others well enough to do that. However, if you want to answer the questions and add a link back here, please do, it will be great fun to learn a bit more about you.
So, the questions are:-
1. If you could go back in time and relive one moment, what would it be?
I would like to go back to the 19th Century and meet my Great Grandfather, Thomas Taylor. He had three wives (two died, one out lived him) and between them they bore him 15 children, sadly 5 died when very small. I have photos of him and he’s an archetypal Victorian gentleman. I have traced the family tree for several years and Thomas is on my maternal side. It is so frustrating because I can’t get beyond his birth in 1841. You have no idea how many Thomas Taylor’s were born in Liverpool in 1841!! I want to ask him if he had any siblings and where his parents came from.
2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?
I would make my marriage work and still be with the man I married in 1975. Not much more to be said on this one. We both grew into different people and in different directions – not good ingredients for a long-lasting marriage. You need some cohesion to make a relationship work. Just my opinion, of course.
3. What movie/TV character do you most resemble in personality?
Tough one this! We don’t see ourselves as others see us, and whoever I choose, people who know me will probably say “Nooooo, never!” However, one of my closest friends who knows me, warts and all, has suggested Bridget Jones and I guess she is just about right. Although I am not called “Miss Marple” at work for nothing, give me something to find/get to the bottom of and I will find it – investigation is my forte.
4. Name one habit you want to change in yourself.
Throughout my life, school reports and work appraisals have said different versions of the same thing “She is her own worst enemy”.
I get fed up with things too quickly and throw the towel in. This is especially true in relationships, I hear the voice in my head saying: “I can’t be doing with this” and I walk away.
UPDATE: Having written this habit as the first thought that came to me, I realise it is probably odd being a Miss Marple at work. In my defence I would say that if I am grabbed by something, and I can see that there is a goal to be achieved, then there is not much that will stop me. This can also be seen in the hard work involved in searching out the family tree.
As the question only asks for one habit, I will stick with being my own worst enemy because in many ways I am.
I suppose we are all made up of contradictions, it is what makes us what we are – especially me : a slightly complicated character.
5. Describe yourself in one word.
UPDATE: There we go, another contradiction. Perhaps I need to look at myself at bit more carefully! This Meme is becoming more insightful than I realised it would……. interesting, some investigation needed here I think! I have looked up the meaning of tenacious just to check it out and I will stick with tenacious.
6. If you could push one person off a cliff and get away with it, who would it be?
As this meme is only for fun and this question is theoretical… I hope! Also the person pushed off the cliff must survive, unhurt.
On that proviso, I would probably push Max Clifford off the cliff. I find him quite unpalatable.
7. Why do you blog? (In one sentence)
I enjoy writing and sharing my thoughts, my ideas and my garden (my other blog) and seeing that people are reading my posts.
Well so much for my “A Daily Jotting” alternative blog – I am not doing too well am I? Maybe I will have think about altering the title to the “Occasionally Jottings”. I thought I would find this a useful outlet just to put the odd thing down on paper that was not relevant to my main blog “Hurtling Towards 60 and Beyond”. I have never been a diary keeper, and this proves it. Some people write avidly, or is that addictively, in a daily diary, not always a lot, occasionally just one sentence, such as “It rained all day today”.
When I started to write “Hurtling …” I found a constant source of inspiration, posts came one after the other, maybe too many. It is easy to flood the market, readers get tired. I think perhaps if you are lucky enough to have a following, there is a fine line between keeping them wanting and overloading. A blog, after all, is better if you have readers, it gives something to aim for. It wasn’t long before I found it becoming a struggle and was almost about to lose interest in the whole blogging experience. My thinking was that there is only so much you can write about a small garden to keep it exciting.
Then a most surprising thing happened…. my viewing figures shot up from 40-50 a day to 400-500. As you can imagine, this took me back a little, so I investigated. When you look on Site Stats you can see where your hits have come from.
I had a post selected by WordPress as a Top Ten new blog and featured on their Freshly Pressed page for a week. It was amazing and an incredible boost to my confidence. The post was nothing to do with gardening, gardens, or pictures of flowers but of a holiday in the Channel Islands I had just returned from , I called it Glorious Guernsey – beaches and bluebells . Some of the comments were heartwarming, all were complimentary and to my pleasure, despite the number of hits, over 2000, not one was derogatory. It gave me the impetus to carry on, a much needed jolt.
Now I usually only write one or two posts a week, with a Wordless Wednesday photo on Wednesday. There is no shortage of ideas with various blog memes, such as Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day on the 15th of each month, hosted by May Dream Gardens. Then there is Garden Blogger’s Muse Day which is a short poem with a photo, published monthly on the 1st, hosted by Carolyn at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago. She also hosts Hope Grows Day on the 5th of each month. One of the best memes is End of Month View hosted by Helen Patient Gardener. This helps focus the mind on what has been achieved in the past month.
My task now is to remember to write something daily on ‘A Daily Jotting’, even if it is self-indulgent, one liner nonsense. It may be interesting to someone! Also I have discovered that when you start to write, words just flow – this post was going to be small and to the point, but ……
… to this earth I do not want to be the oldest child, the only daughter or a big sister.
Known as the Oldest Child Syndrome, the eldest is expected to be ‘responsible’, doesn’t make a fuss, takes charge over the younger ones. I think there is too much responsibility put on and too much expected of the Oldest Child.
As the eldest I have taken on the responsibility of my Mum. She is 92 and lives in a Care Home near me.
I am almost 60 and even now, when enjoying the first evening out for a very long time, it was spoilt by a parent.
Not that it was my Mum’s fault. She was unwell last night and the Home saw fit to call an ambulance. So, at 10:00 pm, the first time I looked at my mobile phone all evening, there were a number of missed calls. The Home x 3, the hospital x 2 and my daughter x 1.
Not only is it almost impossible to find a quiet place, in a house full of partying people, to make a phone call. Have you tried using a touch phone as a phone in an emergency? It is new, takes brilliant photos and is great for Twitter and games. I have yet to get to grips with using it as an actual phone. I was dialling the wrong number, couldn’t end a call, and worse still was the number of times I redialed the wrong number. The frustration was mounting and the phone was nearly launched out of the window. Oh, how I yearned for a proper telephone.
Mum is, fortunately, ok. They can’t find anything wrong with her and she will be discharged today. They couldn’t find anything wrong the last two times she was rushed to hospital either. She is elderly, even if they did find anything, what are they going to do at her age? Leave her be, hospital is not the place for her. She is happy and contented in a wonderful care home with nursing staff on hand. I suppose they are only doing their job and can’t run risks.
This morning I sat down with my late breakfast, relaxed in the knowledge that I don’t have to spend all Sunday sitting in the hospital, when the phone rang again.
This time it was my brother – he suffers from the Youngest Child Syndrome. He is 58 and has Aspergers. He called to say he was going to the hospital tomorrow for tests. Usually he has a Community Nurse to go with him but she is on holiday and he is going on his own. He wanted to talk to me about the tests, and anything else in general I think.
It was all too much this morning, my tea had gone cold, my toast had gone soggy and I just wanted to be left alone. I am afraid I kept the call to a minimum. Now I am sitting here wracked with guilt.
Was I not sympathetic enough?
Should I take tomorrow off and drive to the other side of London to go with him to the hospital?
Should I go the hospital to wait with Mum until the ambulance collects her to take her back?
Should I wait at home and not go out so when the Home ring to say Mum is back, I can go and see her?
Should I have told my brother about Mum being in hospital, which would only serve to worry him unnecessarily?
So, if I do come back to this earth, I want to be anything but the eldest child please.
Have you noticed how often the number three crops up in our lives? Do you ever wonder why three seems to be so significant? The number three appears to play an important part in our beliefs, religions and arts.
The Three Bears
The Three Billy Goats Gruff
The Three Little Pigs
The Three Stooges
The Three Musketeers
Three Blind Mice
There are 3 witches in Macbeth
Books are often Trilogies
The Holy Trinity
The Hindu Trimurti
The Three Jewels of Buddhism
Mind, body and Spirit
Three wise men
Jesus rose from the dead on the 3rd day
Three virtues: Faith, Hope and Charity
Baseball – 3 strikes and the batter is out
Cricket – if a bowler takes 3 wickets in a row it is called a hat trick
It is unlucky to be the third person to light a cigarette from the same match or lighter; yet
we say “Third time lucky”.
When we want everyone to do something together, we may call out “On the count of three”.
You wait ages for a bus and then they come along in threes
Three primary colours
I have listed just a few of the “Three’s” I can think of. Maybe you can add some more, or have a theory on “Three”.
You will have gathered from D for Discretion in Dealing with Daughters that daughter #2 is getting married.
Late last year, on a shopping trip, she and I called into a dress shop for a browse. A beautiful dress and jacket caught our attention. This was an expensive shop; the outfit cost almost £400. So we decided to be sensible and wait a few months for the sales.
For Christmas, Daughter #2 bought me a money pot, the kind that you have to smash open to get to the cash. The intention is to save as much as I can until May and then we can go shopping together for my wedding outfit. I have religiously filled it with 20p pieces and £2 coins.
Just over a month ago, I bought my wedding outfit without said Daughter and without breaking the money pot.
There, on the rail in the shop, beckoning: “I am here, I’ve been waiting for you. Come and buy me”, was the dress and jacket – IN MY SIZE reduced by 70%!! Well you can’t ignore a bargain like that can you?
So I bought it.
Daughter #2 was not happy because she wanted to come wedding outfit shopping with me. I think it was to make sure I didn’t buy anything dreadful or embarrassing. However, the dress and jacket has got her seal of approval despite me daring to venture out on my own.
I bought a fascinator at the same time. A smart collection of feathers, bows and veil. I liked it until last week when I tried it on again and all I could see was a dead black bird on my head. I just couldn’t get that vision out of my head. The fascinator had lost its fascination.
When Daughter #2 came to stay this weekend, I told her about my dead bird. She said she would rather I wore a proper hat anyway. So, Saturday and Sunday became hat shopping days. What comes first? The outfit or the hat? There is always going to be a problem no matter which way round.
Eventually we found a hat in Marks and Spencer. The trouble with buying anything from M&S is that you stand a very good chance of meeting up with it again. As Mother of the Bride, I don’t want to see someone else at the wedding with the same hat.
We both looked at each other and the same thought flashed between us…….. take the fascinator apart and add it to the hat. What a brilliant idea! That way there will be no one with the same hat. My very own millinery masterpiece.