It's 31st December. I woke late and so got up late, stripped bed and put that in the wash, back is a little cranky, probably from too much sleep over the past few nights. When the wash had finished, I went off to the supermarket and stocked up on salad. I aimed for the DIY tills as I usually do, and when it hiccupped, as it usually does, the lovely Mary queried if I really did have 4 cucumbers in my bag. Oh yes, diet starts tomorrow, then we had a discussion on if I really needed to diet or not. She is lovely, always is, year round and I really must write to her bosses to sing her praises.
I headed out for Starbucks in the still pouring rain, mid way there, I realised it was Saturday, (my Starbucks opens early on Saturday.) Mr Regular has already arrived, (he's not in his usual seat, someone else is there.) He's at a table today, laptop open as usual, busily typing away, I've just collected my coffee from Michelle, who doesn't usually work Saturday's so know wonder I don't know what day it is, I'm about to say hello to Mr R but he's on his phone. I take up my usual window seat and as I take off my jacket, he shouts over to query why I'm late, having finished on the phone. I tell him I forgot it was Saturday, then he tells me that he's already evicted several people from my seat including the ladies in the opposite window, just in case I turned up. (He is of course, kidding.)
Spoke to J last night, her friend's daughter was due to marry in August 2013, but for one reason or another, they've decided to bring it forward, I agree, why wait? So, it's going to be August 2012. As we spoke, J was knee deep in healthy recipe books and keen to get going on a new and healthy regime. I in turn, was google-ing calorific values of all the usual foods I eat, just because I'd forgotten what was in them while I tried to remember how to eat healthily, it doesn't take long to fall into bad habits does it?
Faye has just arrived for her shift, she's around 20 minutes early and she does as she usually does if I'm in, and brings over her tea and stands, or sits talking to me, until it's time for her to go. We must look and sound so funny, we both talk ten to the dozen in order to squeeze everything in that we want to say. We're both full of ideas for the coming year, she's already lost 48lbs, looks fantastic and doesn't have much further to go in the New Year, we both vow to be super toned before long and I tell her I've been eyeing up kettlebells, or... kettleballs as I keep calling them, I think I keep getting mixed up with medicine balls? Remember those enormous and extremely heavy balls from school? Made out of some kind of hide, didn't bounce, weighed a ton?
It's a little cool in here, Mr Regular has just been over to comment that we're busy listening to "music to slit our wrists to," then tells me he's going to ask for cyanide in his next coffee. He's right, we are indeed listening to a particularly slow and depressing version of; "Blue Christmas," (It'll be a Blue Christmas without you...) He's made me laugh though and his comments tickle me for ages afterwards.
Yes sweetie, I do love my Christmas earrings, I found them a little tricky to get in, so once they were in, well, I've slept in them for the past three nights! They are lovely, I really do love them, I love both sides, (yep, they are reversible,) but especially love the side with "writing" on it.
Before I leave, Faye comes over to give me another hug, we've already hugged. We'll see each other tomorrow as all being well, that's where I'll be and she's rota'd in. I go over to Mr R to wish him a good evening, he asks me if I'm out and I tell him I'm not a fan of New Year but I'll go out with my coal etc. After he's scoffed at me, and I tell him it's tradition, he tells me it's the tradition of an 80 year old and I agree that, that's where I got it from! He said he'd rather be in Barbados and we both agree that it can be a bit sad, and we'll see each other again soon.
We're in the throws of the last few hours of 2011, I feel a little sad to let it go because it takes with it events from that year, and with each passing year, I feel a little further away from people I miss, but I know better than to try to hold back the hands of time and instead, give it a respectful and reverent nod as it prepares to bow out. Because Mr Regular agrees with me that it's a bit sad, I don't feel too much of an oddball.
My iPod has gone wonky. About two thirds of one of my running playlist has evaporated, it's still in my iTunes library, just not on my playlist and yep, I've tried synchronising a couple of times to no avail. I sound like I know what I'm talking about don't I? Don't let me fool you, I have no clue. I wonder if it doesn't like the new ear buds? Well, changed the old ear buds back, re-synchronised but no... still missing. Go figure.
I've been tidying on and off all afternoon and Pride & Prejudice has just started, which I can iron the bedding to, it's my favourite version, the one with Donald Sutherland, Keira Knightly, Brenda Blethyn, Matthew MacFadyen et al, oh, and a young Carey Mulligan, although your BBC adaptation has also been on over the holidays, your favourite I think. Incidentally, "Mr Collins," (Tom Hollander,) is hysterical, ("exemplary boiled potatoes.") You need to watch it again. Some parts are filmed at Chatsworth which I visited with B, the statue room especially springs to mind, the film company had a bust of Matthew MacFadyen made especially for the film, which the company bequeathed to Chatsworth after filming, and with which I had my picture taken with lol.
I read in the news this morning that Russell Brand and Katy Perry, Katherine Jenkins and Gethin Jones, and others nearer to home have all decided to call it a day, all very sad but better to begin the New Year afresh maybe? Who knows?
That's the end of Part 1. It's almost 3pm, I have a long way to go, and I will be back later x
Saturday, 31 December 2011
Friday, 30 December 2011
30th December
I watched the final instalment of Great Expectations today, I had forgotten the story and it was so good! I know... shame on me.
I took myself off to the Trafford Centre this morning, I wanted my Shape magazine, which I can only get from there, and new ear buds for my iPod as both ears are broken. No magazine but I did get ear buds and two pairs of trousers for work, from Gap, they fit lovely and were 9.99 each, should have been 40.00. I'm totally stocked up with work pants now and the latest purchases should keep me going for at least a year, if not longer, depending on how they wash.
So, I didn't take my journal with me as decided it was too much to carry, then on the way there, I regretted not having it with me, still, I did take; "Eat, Pray, Love," guess what today was in the book? It was 30th December and Liz has just touched down in India. What are the odds that I'd be reading that chapter today... on the 30th December? I know, approximately 365 to 1, not sure they are actual odds from a bookie, but I don't know how they work.
My Sat Nav, which is not too far away from me as I need to connect it to my laptop for an update... has just turned it's self on. Sean, my Sat Nav voice, (he's Irish and has very soothing tones, particularly when I'm lost,) has just told me to; "turn around when possible." This is only odd because I can't usually get a signal at home, not even on my driveway, so how does he know that I'm lost?
It's official, I'm sick of eating rubbish. I still have holiday food left over, but I can't get through it and it'll be given away. I feel enormous and in desperate need of a salad and a run.
It has rained all day today and everywhere looks wet and miserable, so glad I'm still off work.
I took myself off to the Trafford Centre this morning, I wanted my Shape magazine, which I can only get from there, and new ear buds for my iPod as both ears are broken. No magazine but I did get ear buds and two pairs of trousers for work, from Gap, they fit lovely and were 9.99 each, should have been 40.00. I'm totally stocked up with work pants now and the latest purchases should keep me going for at least a year, if not longer, depending on how they wash.
So, I didn't take my journal with me as decided it was too much to carry, then on the way there, I regretted not having it with me, still, I did take; "Eat, Pray, Love," guess what today was in the book? It was 30th December and Liz has just touched down in India. What are the odds that I'd be reading that chapter today... on the 30th December? I know, approximately 365 to 1, not sure they are actual odds from a bookie, but I don't know how they work.
My Sat Nav, which is not too far away from me as I need to connect it to my laptop for an update... has just turned it's self on. Sean, my Sat Nav voice, (he's Irish and has very soothing tones, particularly when I'm lost,) has just told me to; "turn around when possible." This is only odd because I can't usually get a signal at home, not even on my driveway, so how does he know that I'm lost?
It's official, I'm sick of eating rubbish. I still have holiday food left over, but I can't get through it and it'll be given away. I feel enormous and in desperate need of a salad and a run.
It has rained all day today and everywhere looks wet and miserable, so glad I'm still off work.
Thursday, 29 December 2011
29th December
It's the 29th and I'm feeling a tad sorry for myself today. I slept great though, too great, couldn't drag myself out of bed to jog this morning. It's cold and very windy. I headed for coffee and a chocolate coin, happily had a chat with Faye, my barista and friend then read some of "Eat, Pray Love." I had a really weird dream last night, but can't remember a thing, other than the fact that it was weird.
So, I came straight home, did a little tidying then watched the BBC's latest adaptation of Great Expectations. My friend Asha will love it when it hits her shores. Gillian Anderson is brilliant as Miss Havisham and the adolescent Pip looks like a male Keira Knightley. It's the BBC at it's best and is honestly the best thing on TV this Christmas. Hope you get to see it, even if it's not until next Christmas.
One of my sister's calls in. I love her dearly but she's developed a rather annoying habit where by if you don't agree with her / comply, immediately, then she takes offence. This is a really bad habit to have at a relatively young age. She's in her 60's, she hopefully has a way to go yet. If it's just me that she has no patience with / and whom she treats like a child, then so be it. But if it's universal, she's going to hack an awful lot of people off before she reaches 80.
I've just watched an episode of "Grey's Anatomy" called; "Dark Was the Night," you know I love this show, and it was so sad, I cried buckets, probably just what I needed actually.
I haven't asked you what you got for Christmas!? Tell me when you have time okay? I'm excited for your time off, it will be so lovely x
So, I came straight home, did a little tidying then watched the BBC's latest adaptation of Great Expectations. My friend Asha will love it when it hits her shores. Gillian Anderson is brilliant as Miss Havisham and the adolescent Pip looks like a male Keira Knightley. It's the BBC at it's best and is honestly the best thing on TV this Christmas. Hope you get to see it, even if it's not until next Christmas.
One of my sister's calls in. I love her dearly but she's developed a rather annoying habit where by if you don't agree with her / comply, immediately, then she takes offence. This is a really bad habit to have at a relatively young age. She's in her 60's, she hopefully has a way to go yet. If it's just me that she has no patience with / and whom she treats like a child, then so be it. But if it's universal, she's going to hack an awful lot of people off before she reaches 80.
I've just watched an episode of "Grey's Anatomy" called; "Dark Was the Night," you know I love this show, and it was so sad, I cried buckets, probably just what I needed actually.
I haven't asked you what you got for Christmas!? Tell me when you have time okay? I'm excited for your time off, it will be so lovely x
28th December
It's the 28th today. I slept great last night, (artificially generated, but what the hell.) It's one of my cousin's birthday's today, so I sent her a text quite early to wish her a Happy Birthday. She very excitedly replied a while later to say she was going to a shopping mall with the family, her son had bought her a Pandora bracelet and she had some Christmas money to spend, so the girls, her daughter and daughter-in-law were going to help her to choose charms. She sounded so happy, then proclaimed how lucky she was and what a lovely family she has. Moving words indeed. She's right and almost made me cry.
I arrive at Starbucks and have my coffee and a chocolate coin while I read more of, "Eat, Pray, Love." I only have one or two more chapters, then I think Liz is off to India. I did tell you how much I'm enjoying it didn't I? No Mr Regular, I wonder if he's away as I haven't seen him for a couple of weeks I think.
Remember Auntie Beryl, Mum's friend who died this year? I've been thinking of her quite a bit lately. Writing Christmas cards, I came across her address in my book, I usually phone her Christmas morning, not necessary this year, then yesterday at Ness, you can see Moel Famau from the gardens and she lives, lived in that vicinity. I could only remember approximately when she passed away but I went through the blog and it was 13th March. I ended up reading a few blog entries and made myself laugh, that's so wrong.
So, I have my usual, "the end is nigh madam, you'd better get your arse into gear," head on, at present, so I've already started to sort out, or rather, re-organise the back bedroom. My plan is... did I already tell you this? I'm going to have the one, small, back room full of stuff which is to be sorted, and the rest of my home clutter free and organised in the style of; "Sleeping with the Enemy." But in a good way. You know I have OCD, but not the tidy kind damn it, just my luck. Can you please keep reminding/asking me this coming year? I won't do it on my own will I?
I really dislike New Year, for many reasons. I have so many memories of New Year's. Some good, but mostly sad. I remember the happy and excited ones, with the whole family here, at this very location and happy and all but one or two of us staying behind at 11.50pm, usually Mum and my Auntie Phe who was too old to trek around outside in the cold. So, the rest of us, maybe 25 plus, would don our winter coats and gloves and would all file out of the back door, hike around the outside of the houses to the front. Someone would turn on the car radio. The kids, me included would walk and run around the island in the road in front of ours, excitedly waiting for the exact moment, then, we'd all congregate and count down with the radio from 10, to Happy New Year! Then we'd all join hands and sing Auld Langs Syne. After many hugs and kisses, the male with the darkest hair amongst us, would have a silver coin in his pocket, salt, bread and coal in a baggie, he'd knock loudly on our front door and Mum would answer. This was supposed to be lucky. (It wasn't as I remember.)
This ritual hasn't happened for a very long time. I always find the 31st very sad, it just reminds me of everyone who isn't here, who I miss. The 1st is always very exciting. It may be the eternal optimist in me but I always wonder what the year will bring me and how fabulous things will be. Not long to go now.
I arrive at Starbucks and have my coffee and a chocolate coin while I read more of, "Eat, Pray, Love." I only have one or two more chapters, then I think Liz is off to India. I did tell you how much I'm enjoying it didn't I? No Mr Regular, I wonder if he's away as I haven't seen him for a couple of weeks I think.
Remember Auntie Beryl, Mum's friend who died this year? I've been thinking of her quite a bit lately. Writing Christmas cards, I came across her address in my book, I usually phone her Christmas morning, not necessary this year, then yesterday at Ness, you can see Moel Famau from the gardens and she lives, lived in that vicinity. I could only remember approximately when she passed away but I went through the blog and it was 13th March. I ended up reading a few blog entries and made myself laugh, that's so wrong.
So, I have my usual, "the end is nigh madam, you'd better get your arse into gear," head on, at present, so I've already started to sort out, or rather, re-organise the back bedroom. My plan is... did I already tell you this? I'm going to have the one, small, back room full of stuff which is to be sorted, and the rest of my home clutter free and organised in the style of; "Sleeping with the Enemy." But in a good way. You know I have OCD, but not the tidy kind damn it, just my luck. Can you please keep reminding/asking me this coming year? I won't do it on my own will I?
I really dislike New Year, for many reasons. I have so many memories of New Year's. Some good, but mostly sad. I remember the happy and excited ones, with the whole family here, at this very location and happy and all but one or two of us staying behind at 11.50pm, usually Mum and my Auntie Phe who was too old to trek around outside in the cold. So, the rest of us, maybe 25 plus, would don our winter coats and gloves and would all file out of the back door, hike around the outside of the houses to the front. Someone would turn on the car radio. The kids, me included would walk and run around the island in the road in front of ours, excitedly waiting for the exact moment, then, we'd all congregate and count down with the radio from 10, to Happy New Year! Then we'd all join hands and sing Auld Langs Syne. After many hugs and kisses, the male with the darkest hair amongst us, would have a silver coin in his pocket, salt, bread and coal in a baggie, he'd knock loudly on our front door and Mum would answer. This was supposed to be lucky. (It wasn't as I remember.)
This ritual hasn't happened for a very long time. I always find the 31st very sad, it just reminds me of everyone who isn't here, who I miss. The 1st is always very exciting. It may be the eternal optimist in me but I always wonder what the year will bring me and how fabulous things will be. Not long to go now.
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
27th December
So, after purchasing new work pants, grabbing a coffee and heading home, B picked me up at 11.30ish and we headed for Ness Gardens. The sun pretty much packed up as soon as we got there and dark, grey cloud loomed overhead but it was still lovely. The car park can be packed and you can still pretty much be alone in there. We had lunch then headed out, B always trailed a little behind me, I tried to gee her up a bit to give her some enthusiasm for exercise, not sure it worked. We took a short route as it looked like it was about to chuck it down, but the rain held off for the duration.
So, I got home a little car sick, (B's driving,) showered, caught up with J via a phone call, then watched "Penelope." It was lovely.
My, "Crazy, God Daughter," (I am CGM,) sent me a text this afternoon. She's my niece, and a grown up, and we've always been close, don't live in each other's pockets, but we're very much on the same wave length, have the same sense of very flat, dry humour and we're there for each other if needs be. We had a catch up which was nice and I'm long overdue for a visit to her home, which I must arrange soon. Time goes by so quickly, (just look at this year...) I must make an effort to sort something out.
So, I got home a little car sick, (B's driving,) showered, caught up with J via a phone call, then watched "Penelope." It was lovely.
My, "Crazy, God Daughter," (I am CGM,) sent me a text this afternoon. She's my niece, and a grown up, and we've always been close, don't live in each other's pockets, but we're very much on the same wave length, have the same sense of very flat, dry humour and we're there for each other if needs be. We had a catch up which was nice and I'm long overdue for a visit to her home, which I must arrange soon. Time goes by so quickly, (just look at this year...) I must make an effort to sort something out.
26th December
So, despite a friend telling me last night that he was dipping out of my life again for probably another 26 years, I actually slept pretty well, but that could have been exhaustion or the herbal sleeping tablet I'd already taken just before he decided to tell me this.
I woke this morning, not exactly sure where I was. For a second, I thought I was still at my cousins. I didn't feel too bad, not as tired as I have done these past few days. I got up, had cereal and jogged for 30 minutes. I hit the Next sale for new work pants which I was desperate for. It's so easy at this size, I picked up five pairs! No intention of keeping them all, just need a couple so I'll see which fit the best and return the rest. I then headed for Starbucks and the queue was almost out of the door. I took up my seat which was still vacant, and read for 10 minutes hoping the queue would dissipate, but it didn't, so after a while, I joined the queue. It took me longer to get coffee than to get pants.
I'm reading Eat, Pray, Love... still. I've just read the part where the author is thinking that if she steps out of society for much longer, she may not be able to return. She's already become, "Crazy Aunt Liz," with no husband and no kids, currently no address. I've totally connected with her, for the past 36 hours, I've had a running conversation with my cousins about how things, (couples,) seem to work out for the best somehow. How years ago, being a "spinster", "old maid" "maiden aunt" was so derogatory, regardless of circumstance, as was; "being on the shelf."
So, on my way home, I called in at my eldest sister's and saw her, B, my two grown up nieces and great nephew for a couple of hours, then returned home, alone, on Boxing day evening, as I do every other evening. Then I spontaneously contemplated getting a cat.
I was sitting there, on the sofa, (your sofa,) thinking that it might be nice to have a cat, with a silky, smooth coat. Then it actually dawned on me what I was contemplating and swiftly decided that I wasn't quite ready to be a cat lady. I've no doubt that I will, eventually, become, "crazy cat lady" however, I'm not quite there yet. Not quite.
I woke this morning, not exactly sure where I was. For a second, I thought I was still at my cousins. I didn't feel too bad, not as tired as I have done these past few days. I got up, had cereal and jogged for 30 minutes. I hit the Next sale for new work pants which I was desperate for. It's so easy at this size, I picked up five pairs! No intention of keeping them all, just need a couple so I'll see which fit the best and return the rest. I then headed for Starbucks and the queue was almost out of the door. I took up my seat which was still vacant, and read for 10 minutes hoping the queue would dissipate, but it didn't, so after a while, I joined the queue. It took me longer to get coffee than to get pants.
I'm reading Eat, Pray, Love... still. I've just read the part where the author is thinking that if she steps out of society for much longer, she may not be able to return. She's already become, "Crazy Aunt Liz," with no husband and no kids, currently no address. I've totally connected with her, for the past 36 hours, I've had a running conversation with my cousins about how things, (couples,) seem to work out for the best somehow. How years ago, being a "spinster", "old maid" "maiden aunt" was so derogatory, regardless of circumstance, as was; "being on the shelf."
So, on my way home, I called in at my eldest sister's and saw her, B, my two grown up nieces and great nephew for a couple of hours, then returned home, alone, on Boxing day evening, as I do every other evening. Then I spontaneously contemplated getting a cat.
I was sitting there, on the sofa, (your sofa,) thinking that it might be nice to have a cat, with a silky, smooth coat. Then it actually dawned on me what I was contemplating and swiftly decided that I wasn't quite ready to be a cat lady. I've no doubt that I will, eventually, become, "crazy cat lady" however, I'm not quite there yet. Not quite.
Monday, 26 December 2011
24th/25th December
Where was I? Well, at some point, mid present wrapping, I phoned my mobile phone provider as the website wouldn't let me re-set my password. Customer service assistant sounded a lot like Dr Steven Hawking although I doubt very much Dr Hawking moonlights at my mobile phone company, never the less, Dr H, sound-a-like was very good and managed to get me access to a new password and wished me a Merry Christmas, great customer service.
Finally admitted defeat around 7pm, what's done is done and if it's not up to anyones standards, tough luck. I'm starting to feel really tired. Surprisingly, still have a way to go yet though until I can drift off to the land of nod and awaken on another Christmas morn.
I waited up until B arrived back from midnight mass, early this year, she was here by 12.20am Christmas morn. Made B hot milk and off she went to her room. I went to mine, but didn't drop off for ages then I kept hearing B cough through the night, woke around 4.30am but managed to doze a bit until 7.30. Lay there a while then got up at 8am, shattered.
I had several coffees before B woke and joined me so took the time to reply to your email while it was quiet. I made the traditional bacon butties then we opened presents. I got to speak to you, which was lovely, then made the usual calls before I got myself ready for the day, (decided on black capri pants that I've had for about 12 years and had never worn, a red top, a bit predictable I know, and loafers.)
B set off for our eldest sister's and I set off for my cousin's an hour away. It's eight years since I had Christmas lunch with them, it was lovely and relaxed and... easy. We all exchanged presents before lunch and one of mine was an enlarged and slightly fuzzy, (due to age, quality, pixels etc,) framed photo of Mum and Jack, my Dad. It may be fuzzy, but it's lovely, I had to try really hard not to cry, (probably just exhausted or hormonal.) Tucked behind the back of the frame were a few more photos, one of them was taken at my cousin's wedding, I am, I think L said, 17 months old, Jack is holding me and you can only really see our heads. We're in the background of a group shot and are flanked by my cousin's in-laws at the fore of the photograph. I like the way we're framed and despite my bonnet/hood, which also hides quite a bit of my chubby face, and knitted jacket, you can tell it's me, funny huh? I really like this pic and think I'll find a frame for it. Wish I hadn't been so tired but I lasted the day then slept for a fabulous, almost eight hours that night.
Next morning, I woke around 6.45 but had nothing to do and nowhere to go, so I just stayed in bed. It was bliss. I lay there, thinking, having conversations in my head, watching the dawn arrive. I gradually heard movement and voices and at 8.30, my cousin brought me a coffee, what a treat.
My cousin L and I head for the papers, it's not too far to walk, a little chilly but really mild for this time of year, this time last year, the pair of us were trying not to slip on the snow and ice. We spend the day chatting about all kinds, no TV, the art of conversation is not dead after all.
I make a move around 3pm to head for my sister's to wish them all a Merry Christmas and have a turkey, stuffing and cranberry butty, my favourite.
Christmas is over for another year, which is always a bit sad. But it was a good one. I'm shattered, and could do with sleeping solidly for at least a week, but I'm looking forward to New Year now.
Finally admitted defeat around 7pm, what's done is done and if it's not up to anyones standards, tough luck. I'm starting to feel really tired. Surprisingly, still have a way to go yet though until I can drift off to the land of nod and awaken on another Christmas morn.
I waited up until B arrived back from midnight mass, early this year, she was here by 12.20am Christmas morn. Made B hot milk and off she went to her room. I went to mine, but didn't drop off for ages then I kept hearing B cough through the night, woke around 4.30am but managed to doze a bit until 7.30. Lay there a while then got up at 8am, shattered.
I had several coffees before B woke and joined me so took the time to reply to your email while it was quiet. I made the traditional bacon butties then we opened presents. I got to speak to you, which was lovely, then made the usual calls before I got myself ready for the day, (decided on black capri pants that I've had for about 12 years and had never worn, a red top, a bit predictable I know, and loafers.)
B set off for our eldest sister's and I set off for my cousin's an hour away. It's eight years since I had Christmas lunch with them, it was lovely and relaxed and... easy. We all exchanged presents before lunch and one of mine was an enlarged and slightly fuzzy, (due to age, quality, pixels etc,) framed photo of Mum and Jack, my Dad. It may be fuzzy, but it's lovely, I had to try really hard not to cry, (probably just exhausted or hormonal.) Tucked behind the back of the frame were a few more photos, one of them was taken at my cousin's wedding, I am, I think L said, 17 months old, Jack is holding me and you can only really see our heads. We're in the background of a group shot and are flanked by my cousin's in-laws at the fore of the photograph. I like the way we're framed and despite my bonnet/hood, which also hides quite a bit of my chubby face, and knitted jacket, you can tell it's me, funny huh? I really like this pic and think I'll find a frame for it. Wish I hadn't been so tired but I lasted the day then slept for a fabulous, almost eight hours that night.
Next morning, I woke around 6.45 but had nothing to do and nowhere to go, so I just stayed in bed. It was bliss. I lay there, thinking, having conversations in my head, watching the dawn arrive. I gradually heard movement and voices and at 8.30, my cousin brought me a coffee, what a treat.
My cousin L and I head for the papers, it's not too far to walk, a little chilly but really mild for this time of year, this time last year, the pair of us were trying not to slip on the snow and ice. We spend the day chatting about all kinds, no TV, the art of conversation is not dead after all.
I make a move around 3pm to head for my sister's to wish them all a Merry Christmas and have a turkey, stuffing and cranberry butty, my favourite.
Christmas is over for another year, which is always a bit sad. But it was a good one. I'm shattered, and could do with sleeping solidly for at least a week, but I'm looking forward to New Year now.
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Eternal
As one of my managers put it on Thursday; "this week, has been, eternal." It's only actually been a four day week for me, but I know what she means. I've been trying to fight off a cold all week, (I'm surrounded by cold germs in work, so there really is very little escape.) I have managed to get some early nights, due to the fact that I'm pretty much unconscious as soon as I've eaten every evening. My one problem is, I keep waking up at 2am for some reason. I'm as bright as a button and usually end up jumping out of bed to tidy. I know... who is this person typing this blog?
Thursday afternoon and I positively ran out of work, I came home, did what I had to do, phone calls etc, took a herbal sleeping tablet then promptly slept for 12 hours. Can you believe it? 12? That's double figures. My alarm woke me and I felt like a new woman. I got up, breakfasted, ran for 30 minutes and it felt kind of great. I'm going to use my time off to get back into a working out routine, plus, the exercise will help me ward off all the extra calories I'll be consuming ;)
The rain is positively torrential this morning, (Friday.) I'm here, in my lovely window and I need to kill some time before heading to a friends for a catch up and a mince pie, this is before I head home to blitz the place.
It's now Christmas Eve. Admittedly, I did fall a sleep at 7.30pm last night, but I woke at midnight. I did what any normal insomniac would do and lay there for an hour, got up, had cereal followed by several coffees followed by toast followed by coffee. Edited four, half written blog entries then posted them. Figured out how to transfer NYC pics from disc to laptop then how to rename and upload onto Facebook. Feeling a tad jaded at 4am, I headed for bed, lay there for 1.5 hours then got up, had more toast and coffee and ran for 30 minutes. I then showered, and hit two supermarkets and a recycling station before getting here, in my window seat with a coffee at 9am with, yep... you guessed it, more toast, fruit toast this time. What the heck is wrong with me? I'm not a bit peckish, I'm starving all the time! Why am I so hungry?
So, I get fuel then head for eldest sister's to drop off Great Nephew's present. After a coffee and a gab, she hugs me like she'll never see me again. What is going on? Am I in an alternate universe? Does she know something I don't? Do I have some kind of weird insomniac super power making people like me?
Well, I get home and the blitzing continues. I feel stressed beyond belief and feel like I'll never be ready for my visitors. Surely Christmas isn't meant to be this stressful? I know... it's all self inflicted.
By mid afternoon, things are looking a little better, except the Christmas tree lights have blown, well, they haven't really, it's the extension lead that's gone so I've sticky paper and glued another one together to make the lights, well, light up.
I have washing up to do and making of beds and then that will have to do, I'm done, I'm exhausted, I've been awake for seventeen hours and I still have eight to go, it'll be fine, I can sleep tomorrow night. Merry Christmas Eve x
Thursday afternoon and I positively ran out of work, I came home, did what I had to do, phone calls etc, took a herbal sleeping tablet then promptly slept for 12 hours. Can you believe it? 12? That's double figures. My alarm woke me and I felt like a new woman. I got up, breakfasted, ran for 30 minutes and it felt kind of great. I'm going to use my time off to get back into a working out routine, plus, the exercise will help me ward off all the extra calories I'll be consuming ;)
The rain is positively torrential this morning, (Friday.) I'm here, in my lovely window and I need to kill some time before heading to a friends for a catch up and a mince pie, this is before I head home to blitz the place.
It's now Christmas Eve. Admittedly, I did fall a sleep at 7.30pm last night, but I woke at midnight. I did what any normal insomniac would do and lay there for an hour, got up, had cereal followed by several coffees followed by toast followed by coffee. Edited four, half written blog entries then posted them. Figured out how to transfer NYC pics from disc to laptop then how to rename and upload onto Facebook. Feeling a tad jaded at 4am, I headed for bed, lay there for 1.5 hours then got up, had more toast and coffee and ran for 30 minutes. I then showered, and hit two supermarkets and a recycling station before getting here, in my window seat with a coffee at 9am with, yep... you guessed it, more toast, fruit toast this time. What the heck is wrong with me? I'm not a bit peckish, I'm starving all the time! Why am I so hungry?
So, I get fuel then head for eldest sister's to drop off Great Nephew's present. After a coffee and a gab, she hugs me like she'll never see me again. What is going on? Am I in an alternate universe? Does she know something I don't? Do I have some kind of weird insomniac super power making people like me?
Well, I get home and the blitzing continues. I feel stressed beyond belief and feel like I'll never be ready for my visitors. Surely Christmas isn't meant to be this stressful? I know... it's all self inflicted.
By mid afternoon, things are looking a little better, except the Christmas tree lights have blown, well, they haven't really, it's the extension lead that's gone so I've sticky paper and glued another one together to make the lights, well, light up.
I have washing up to do and making of beds and then that will have to do, I'm done, I'm exhausted, I've been awake for seventeen hours and I still have eight to go, it'll be fine, I can sleep tomorrow night. Merry Christmas Eve x
Friday, 23 December 2011
17th December
So, as you know, I've been awake since around 1.15am, I happily spoke to you this morning, (so good to catch up in person.) I've had several cups of coffee, toast and butter, I've jogged for 30 minutes, (the first time in around 3 weeks, I could hear this voice in my head, (it was my body,) saying; "what do you think you're doing?" Still, despite the protestations, it felt good, I've been inactive for too long and no, walking miles in NYC doesn't count ;)
I hit the shower after our chat ends, I blast the head dry then I head for the supermarket for a whistle stop visit for the stuff I didn't get yesterday. The roads are much better, much of the snow has melted, my road is a little icy but even when everywhere else is fine, my road is still treacherous. After stocking up, I head for my usual haunt, the motorway isn't busy and isn't bad at all, apart from a lot of surface water, almost at my junction to exit, I pass an accident and swiftly head on into blanket whiteness but it's hailstones rather than snow. I drop my speed right down as does the car behind me and we creep around the exit curve and on to the roundabout. I crawl the last few minutes of my journey, park up, gingerly exit the car as it's so slippy underfoot and I can hear sirens, not sure if it's heading for the accident I saw or a different one.
I'm the first customer of the day at Starbucks and Faye gives me a welcome back hug, isn't it nice to be a regular? She makes me a most delicious coffee and after a quick catch up, I sit in my usual window seat and read a little and write a little.
I've so much to do today so I don't dilly dally. After coffee, I head over to the other side of the outlet village, buy my last Christmas present, transfer the pics from NYC onto a disc in Boots then head for petrol. The traffic alert tells me here have been 5 accidents on the M53, (the road home,) and 3 on the M56, (around home,) and that the M56 is closed. Either way I'm going to hit traffic and it takes me 50 minutes to do a 10 minute journey.
Still, the Universe is with me and I get to post my essential parcels before the cut off time (although when I arrived the queue was to the door and after the lengthy car journey, I then had to queue for another 30 minutes just to post them,) I then went on to choose a gorgeous Nordman Christmas tree to bring home. It's the fastest I've ever chosen a tree, I usually find it quite sad to be attempting to choose one on my own... usually in the rain, but I didn't get one at all last year, (I was being economically sensible due to the credit crunch and it was the most miserable Christmas ever.) So, this year, come hell or high water, I was going to have a tree, even if it meant starving over the festive period. I asked the owner to please remind me of what the tree options were and he told me to give him a minute and he'd join me. True to tradition, it chucked it down but I chose the first tree I saw, well, to be truthful, I looked at my tree, looked at a different variety and went back to the original tree. Was it the rain or am I getting really good at choosing trees?
Anyhoo, despite the prolonged journey home and the advanced queueing in the Post Office, I was home by 12.45 which wasn't bad at all. I made lunch, made a few phone calls, ironed work stuff, wrote almost all of my Christmas cards, put the tree in it's holder and attempted to unravel the lights before hitting the shower.
I'm so chuffed that I got so much done today. Still tons to do but the expiry date on those chores isn't until 25th so the pressure is off just a little ;)
I hit the shower after our chat ends, I blast the head dry then I head for the supermarket for a whistle stop visit for the stuff I didn't get yesterday. The roads are much better, much of the snow has melted, my road is a little icy but even when everywhere else is fine, my road is still treacherous. After stocking up, I head for my usual haunt, the motorway isn't busy and isn't bad at all, apart from a lot of surface water, almost at my junction to exit, I pass an accident and swiftly head on into blanket whiteness but it's hailstones rather than snow. I drop my speed right down as does the car behind me and we creep around the exit curve and on to the roundabout. I crawl the last few minutes of my journey, park up, gingerly exit the car as it's so slippy underfoot and I can hear sirens, not sure if it's heading for the accident I saw or a different one.
I'm the first customer of the day at Starbucks and Faye gives me a welcome back hug, isn't it nice to be a regular? She makes me a most delicious coffee and after a quick catch up, I sit in my usual window seat and read a little and write a little.
I've so much to do today so I don't dilly dally. After coffee, I head over to the other side of the outlet village, buy my last Christmas present, transfer the pics from NYC onto a disc in Boots then head for petrol. The traffic alert tells me here have been 5 accidents on the M53, (the road home,) and 3 on the M56, (around home,) and that the M56 is closed. Either way I'm going to hit traffic and it takes me 50 minutes to do a 10 minute journey.
Still, the Universe is with me and I get to post my essential parcels before the cut off time (although when I arrived the queue was to the door and after the lengthy car journey, I then had to queue for another 30 minutes just to post them,) I then went on to choose a gorgeous Nordman Christmas tree to bring home. It's the fastest I've ever chosen a tree, I usually find it quite sad to be attempting to choose one on my own... usually in the rain, but I didn't get one at all last year, (I was being economically sensible due to the credit crunch and it was the most miserable Christmas ever.) So, this year, come hell or high water, I was going to have a tree, even if it meant starving over the festive period. I asked the owner to please remind me of what the tree options were and he told me to give him a minute and he'd join me. True to tradition, it chucked it down but I chose the first tree I saw, well, to be truthful, I looked at my tree, looked at a different variety and went back to the original tree. Was it the rain or am I getting really good at choosing trees?
Anyhoo, despite the prolonged journey home and the advanced queueing in the Post Office, I was home by 12.45 which wasn't bad at all. I made lunch, made a few phone calls, ironed work stuff, wrote almost all of my Christmas cards, put the tree in it's holder and attempted to unravel the lights before hitting the shower.
I'm so chuffed that I got so much done today. Still tons to do but the expiry date on those chores isn't until 25th so the pressure is off just a little ;)
16th December
Well, it's been quite a week. Not sure if it was jet lag, a bit of a cold, general malaise or what... but I've felt terrible, achy and unable to keep eyes open past 7pm until, Thursday night when I began to feel some what normal again.
We've had extreme weather, fire drills in the freezing cold, snow, blizzards, I've been run off the road by a lorry, (seriously, but I was fine,) and freezing temps. Welcome back to reality. Tried to take a pic of the snow for you from the 7th floor but my phone camera is rubbish so not sure you'd be able to see much.
Can't believe I have so much to do this weekend, but every Christmas, as you know... I always seem to have so much to do with so little time left before the big day, how does that happen? Not next year... watch this space x
We've had extreme weather, fire drills in the freezing cold, snow, blizzards, I've been run off the road by a lorry, (seriously, but I was fine,) and freezing temps. Welcome back to reality. Tried to take a pic of the snow for you from the 7th floor but my phone camera is rubbish so not sure you'd be able to see much.
Can't believe I have so much to do this weekend, but every Christmas, as you know... I always seem to have so much to do with so little time left before the big day, how does that happen? Not next year... watch this space x
9th Decemeber
So, it's our last night in NYC and we walk somewhere pretty close to the hotel for dinner, we're in an Italian but it's late and we don't eat much before heading back to the hotel.
I didn't sleep great, the street was noisy last night and I'm awake by 5.30am but stay in bed until 6.30. We all decided on a late start so I run down to PAX for oatmeal for JR and fruit salad for me, then I pack and read some of my book, JR packed last night.
We leave our luggage with the concierge and head out to St Patrick's Cathedral and then on to admire the view from the "top of the rock," The Rockefeller Centre, it's amazing and somewhere I've never been before.
Lunch is Cafe Europa and I have half a sandwich and a small soup, it was gorgeous, (turkey salad and Italian vegetable.) Oh, and two coffees. We then walked up to Central Park and headed for Strawberry Fields. You can see it from the road, or rather you can see a gathering of people from the road and as you approach, you can also hear a busker churning out his Beatles numbers, he wasn't bad. We sat on a bench there for a while enjoying people watching, the entertainment and the afternoon sunshine, it was lovely.
We headed out of the park and started the long walk back to the hotel, we'd split up again by this point and JR and I took the straightest route back to the hotel, it must have been a good 35 minutes of power walking but probably just what we needed before a long flight home and several hours of inactivity.
We all got back within 2 minutes of each other and there was just time for a quick freshen up before we jumped in a cab to JFK. The traffic is heavy but it is late Friday afternoon and it takes us 40 minutes to get there.
Check in and security isn't bad, we get body scanned again and a security lady admires a bracelet I'm wearing. We have burger and fries in a nice eatery and wait to board for the journey home.
We're 30 minutes late leaving but we'll have a tail wind behind us. I'm very tired, know I won't sleep, and could do with a wine.
I'm not the slightest big hungry but have the flight meal anyway, (why?) It was chicken tika masala and it wasn't bad. It's now 11.05pm in NYC and 4.05am in London, and I'm not sure if I should be a sleep or not.
The flight sped along quite nicely considering I was awake the entire time, and the landing great. I bid a tired farewell to my friends and made me way to where I was supposed to be to pick up my transfer to Manchester. I had a wander and a coffee, and before long, they announced Gate A9 for my flight.
I'm on an Airbus A319 waiting to take off and if I've calculated correctly, I've been awake for over 24 hours now. I could quite easily close my eyes and go to sleep. We take off late from Heathrow too, they were late getting in from Paris due to weekend traffic apparently. I have a decaff which the nice man has to get me especially, and a little packet of some snacky thing.
We fly over the Peak District as we approach Manchester and there is a thick blanket of snow, something I wasn't expecting to see and I wonder what the roads are like back home. We're late getting into land but we disembark quickly and the bags are on the carousel speedily. I exit the airport, (snow free,) and spot B's car waiting for me.
I chat all the way home and ask after everyone then shower and make the usual phone calls to catch up on any major events, by which time, I'm wide awake.
I stayed up until around 8.30 that night but when I did go to bed, I went out like a light. It was lovely to be back in my own bed. Woke at 1am but soon dropped off again.
My family are feeders. I asked someone to pick me up a small, wholemeal loaf for my return, that was it. I actually came home to; 3 loaves, 3 litres of milk, one cooked chicken, one block of cheese, one family size bag of crisps, one bag of clementines and three tins of soup. Bless them.
I didn't sleep great, the street was noisy last night and I'm awake by 5.30am but stay in bed until 6.30. We all decided on a late start so I run down to PAX for oatmeal for JR and fruit salad for me, then I pack and read some of my book, JR packed last night.
We leave our luggage with the concierge and head out to St Patrick's Cathedral and then on to admire the view from the "top of the rock," The Rockefeller Centre, it's amazing and somewhere I've never been before.
Lunch is Cafe Europa and I have half a sandwich and a small soup, it was gorgeous, (turkey salad and Italian vegetable.) Oh, and two coffees. We then walked up to Central Park and headed for Strawberry Fields. You can see it from the road, or rather you can see a gathering of people from the road and as you approach, you can also hear a busker churning out his Beatles numbers, he wasn't bad. We sat on a bench there for a while enjoying people watching, the entertainment and the afternoon sunshine, it was lovely.
We headed out of the park and started the long walk back to the hotel, we'd split up again by this point and JR and I took the straightest route back to the hotel, it must have been a good 35 minutes of power walking but probably just what we needed before a long flight home and several hours of inactivity.
We all got back within 2 minutes of each other and there was just time for a quick freshen up before we jumped in a cab to JFK. The traffic is heavy but it is late Friday afternoon and it takes us 40 minutes to get there.
Check in and security isn't bad, we get body scanned again and a security lady admires a bracelet I'm wearing. We have burger and fries in a nice eatery and wait to board for the journey home.
We're 30 minutes late leaving but we'll have a tail wind behind us. I'm very tired, know I won't sleep, and could do with a wine.
I'm not the slightest big hungry but have the flight meal anyway, (why?) It was chicken tika masala and it wasn't bad. It's now 11.05pm in NYC and 4.05am in London, and I'm not sure if I should be a sleep or not.
The flight sped along quite nicely considering I was awake the entire time, and the landing great. I bid a tired farewell to my friends and made me way to where I was supposed to be to pick up my transfer to Manchester. I had a wander and a coffee, and before long, they announced Gate A9 for my flight.
I'm on an Airbus A319 waiting to take off and if I've calculated correctly, I've been awake for over 24 hours now. I could quite easily close my eyes and go to sleep. We take off late from Heathrow too, they were late getting in from Paris due to weekend traffic apparently. I have a decaff which the nice man has to get me especially, and a little packet of some snacky thing.
We fly over the Peak District as we approach Manchester and there is a thick blanket of snow, something I wasn't expecting to see and I wonder what the roads are like back home. We're late getting into land but we disembark quickly and the bags are on the carousel speedily. I exit the airport, (snow free,) and spot B's car waiting for me.
I chat all the way home and ask after everyone then shower and make the usual phone calls to catch up on any major events, by which time, I'm wide awake.
I stayed up until around 8.30 that night but when I did go to bed, I went out like a light. It was lovely to be back in my own bed. Woke at 1am but soon dropped off again.
My family are feeders. I asked someone to pick me up a small, wholemeal loaf for my return, that was it. I actually came home to; 3 loaves, 3 litres of milk, one cooked chicken, one block of cheese, one family size bag of crisps, one bag of clementines and three tins of soup. Bless them.
8th December
Totally unconcious until 4.30am, up at 5 to put the kettle on and go for papers and ice for JR's ice pack, (to ice hip... not head ;) Headed for breakfast and shopping at Macy's. JR and I and H&M split into two pairs to shop in different directions. We headed for the Bobbi Brown counter for something I've had my eye on for years and thought NY would be the place to buy it, but I wasn't overly inspired by the shop assisant and so left empty handed. JR and I had a wander around Victoria's Secret which is just accross the road but I left empty hadnded from there too, then we decided to stake out the cafeteria with a tea and a coffee, (and some M&M's for me,) while we waited to meet up again with H&M. While we waited, we chatted with a nice woman from Baltimore, we discussed the perils of sore feet. She was there for the day on business, had brought her two sons with her, (plus one son's girlfriend,) and she told us how she'd just got engaged this past June at a Restaurant in Central Park, I congratulated her and she seemed still, so thrilled. The Restaurant was "something on the lake," I think, sounded very romantic anyway. She was lovely.
The four of us joined forces again, then we made one last stop to the shoe department where JR purchased, (after M and I did a reccy,) some very comfy trainer/walking/hiking type shoes, they look so comfy. 90 minutes later, JR's feet were coccooned in comfiness.
Shortly afterwards, JR and I decided to head back to the hotel and I hailed my first NYC cab to get us there. I had a quick freshen up then left JR to have a soak in the tub while I headed out on my own for a near by Gap, (how brave am I?) I felt sure I'd be able to spend some of the Christmas money that was burning a hole in my pocket but alas, I left empty handed from there too. I didn't see anything that made me want to part with any hard earned cash. I would have walked further onto the next store which took my fancy only it was raining so hard, and with no brolly, I was getting soaked for the 3rd time in 2 days and so decided to head back to the hotel.
I've started to list my "when I get home" pland and my "New Year" plan, or should I say... "latest plans," for when I get home. I have so much to do when I do get back, (Christmas related,) that not only do I need a plan, but I also need to get myself in hand too.
What I love about these "time outs," (out of normal life,) is that it gives you a chance to look in at what you've been upto and evaluate. Mine was long overdue for an overhaul. It's funny that when I'm in the thick of it, I look forwrd to stepping out of it for a break, and when I'm on a break, I always can't wait to get back and make changes.
JR and I headed out around 4.15pm in order to make our way to Carmine's to meet up with H&M. We wandered around the Bryant Park Christmas Market on the way and dipped into a couple of shops at my request, but it was raining very heavily and by the time we arrived at Carmine's, just off Times Square, we were soaked. We were told 45 minutes to an hour for a table, which is usual but we ended up waiting 90 minutes. If we didn't know the food and atmosphere was so good, we would have walked before hand. We finally got our table and we enjoyed a delicious salad followed by melt in your mouth shrimp and angel hair pasta in red sauce.
It was still raining heavily when we came out and so we jumped in a cab back to the hotel. I had a quick shower and blasted the head dry, then JR and I joined H&M in their room for an after dinner drink, gab and unwind. I was in bed by 10.30 and out like a light.
I stirred early the next day, I didn't feel too bad but just felt tired, so I stayed put while all was quiet. I watched from my bed, the creeping dawn as it gradually cast its sunlight on the sky scrapers that I could see from the room window, something I hadn't witnessed before as it was usually dark when I got up.
There is a definite chill in the air this morning, the TV news tells us some parts of Philly have had flooding and other parts of the country, snow. I nip down to the little shop next door to the hotel, (called PAX,) for oatmeal for JR and fruit salad for me, then back to the room to enjoy a leisurely breakfast and chill for an hour before heading for the Waldorf = Astoria.
The Waldorf = Astoria is one of the Grand Dames of New York and she really is beautiful. We were booked on to a back of house tour at 10.30am, and we were there in plenty of time, ready to convene under the beautiful clock in the lobby, a gift from Queen Victoria after the Chicago World Fair of 1893. Our tour guide, Karen was running a little late due to a home emergency which was so easily forgivable as Karen was worth waiting for. I have never before witnessed anyone so enthusiastic about a subject or someone who clearly loved their job so much. Karen is a great storyteller and was spellbinding in her delivery. We heard all about the Astor family, the construction of the original Waldorf, the construction of the hotel we were standing in, the calibre of those who had stayed there, who had played there. We were even allowed into the working, and very busy kitchens and also into the Presidential Suite, as Karen pointed out, we were really honoured that day, we were in the room Caroline Kennedy ran around in, I touched JFK's rocking chair, and we saw "Kenneth's" the hair salon where Jackie O always had her hair done.
I used to work in a hotel, many moons ago, and I believe that hotels absorb a little of what their guests bring over the threshold. Can you imagine the atmostphere of a place who has played home to the likes of; JFK, Jackie O, Roosevelt, Judy Garland, Lena Horne, Cole Porter, Marilyn Monroe? Louis Armstrong's final performance took place in the Empire Room.
After the tour, we all headed for lunch in "Peacock Alley," and it was delicious. After a very leisurely lunch, JR and I headed for Ground Zero. Security is tight, as you would expect, and they must have hundreds of visitors each day. It's a tranquil place. The sheer size of the reflecting pools, the man made waterfalls, takes your breath away. The reflecting pools each stand in the footprints of the twin towers. JR and I wandered around each pool seperately, I silently read the names inscribed as I walked, there are so many. It's such a beaufiful place, not at all maudlin or melancholy, just fitting, honourable and moving.
The four of us joined forces again, then we made one last stop to the shoe department where JR purchased, (after M and I did a reccy,) some very comfy trainer/walking/hiking type shoes, they look so comfy. 90 minutes later, JR's feet were coccooned in comfiness.
Shortly afterwards, JR and I decided to head back to the hotel and I hailed my first NYC cab to get us there. I had a quick freshen up then left JR to have a soak in the tub while I headed out on my own for a near by Gap, (how brave am I?) I felt sure I'd be able to spend some of the Christmas money that was burning a hole in my pocket but alas, I left empty handed from there too. I didn't see anything that made me want to part with any hard earned cash. I would have walked further onto the next store which took my fancy only it was raining so hard, and with no brolly, I was getting soaked for the 3rd time in 2 days and so decided to head back to the hotel.
I've started to list my "when I get home" pland and my "New Year" plan, or should I say... "latest plans," for when I get home. I have so much to do when I do get back, (Christmas related,) that not only do I need a plan, but I also need to get myself in hand too.
What I love about these "time outs," (out of normal life,) is that it gives you a chance to look in at what you've been upto and evaluate. Mine was long overdue for an overhaul. It's funny that when I'm in the thick of it, I look forwrd to stepping out of it for a break, and when I'm on a break, I always can't wait to get back and make changes.
JR and I headed out around 4.15pm in order to make our way to Carmine's to meet up with H&M. We wandered around the Bryant Park Christmas Market on the way and dipped into a couple of shops at my request, but it was raining very heavily and by the time we arrived at Carmine's, just off Times Square, we were soaked. We were told 45 minutes to an hour for a table, which is usual but we ended up waiting 90 minutes. If we didn't know the food and atmosphere was so good, we would have walked before hand. We finally got our table and we enjoyed a delicious salad followed by melt in your mouth shrimp and angel hair pasta in red sauce.
It was still raining heavily when we came out and so we jumped in a cab back to the hotel. I had a quick shower and blasted the head dry, then JR and I joined H&M in their room for an after dinner drink, gab and unwind. I was in bed by 10.30 and out like a light.
I stirred early the next day, I didn't feel too bad but just felt tired, so I stayed put while all was quiet. I watched from my bed, the creeping dawn as it gradually cast its sunlight on the sky scrapers that I could see from the room window, something I hadn't witnessed before as it was usually dark when I got up.
There is a definite chill in the air this morning, the TV news tells us some parts of Philly have had flooding and other parts of the country, snow. I nip down to the little shop next door to the hotel, (called PAX,) for oatmeal for JR and fruit salad for me, then back to the room to enjoy a leisurely breakfast and chill for an hour before heading for the Waldorf = Astoria.
The Waldorf = Astoria is one of the Grand Dames of New York and she really is beautiful. We were booked on to a back of house tour at 10.30am, and we were there in plenty of time, ready to convene under the beautiful clock in the lobby, a gift from Queen Victoria after the Chicago World Fair of 1893. Our tour guide, Karen was running a little late due to a home emergency which was so easily forgivable as Karen was worth waiting for. I have never before witnessed anyone so enthusiastic about a subject or someone who clearly loved their job so much. Karen is a great storyteller and was spellbinding in her delivery. We heard all about the Astor family, the construction of the original Waldorf, the construction of the hotel we were standing in, the calibre of those who had stayed there, who had played there. We were even allowed into the working, and very busy kitchens and also into the Presidential Suite, as Karen pointed out, we were really honoured that day, we were in the room Caroline Kennedy ran around in, I touched JFK's rocking chair, and we saw "Kenneth's" the hair salon where Jackie O always had her hair done.
I used to work in a hotel, many moons ago, and I believe that hotels absorb a little of what their guests bring over the threshold. Can you imagine the atmostphere of a place who has played home to the likes of; JFK, Jackie O, Roosevelt, Judy Garland, Lena Horne, Cole Porter, Marilyn Monroe? Louis Armstrong's final performance took place in the Empire Room.
After the tour, we all headed for lunch in "Peacock Alley," and it was delicious. After a very leisurely lunch, JR and I headed for Ground Zero. Security is tight, as you would expect, and they must have hundreds of visitors each day. It's a tranquil place. The sheer size of the reflecting pools, the man made waterfalls, takes your breath away. The reflecting pools each stand in the footprints of the twin towers. JR and I wandered around each pool seperately, I silently read the names inscribed as I walked, there are so many. It's such a beaufiful place, not at all maudlin or melancholy, just fitting, honourable and moving.
Friday, 16 December 2011
7th December
JR and I are up and ready very early. H&M opt for a more leisurely start to the day, so JR and I hit Starbucks, one of my favourite haunts in the world, I always feel at home in a Starbucks, (how could I possibly visit the home of Starbucks, the home of my very first Starbucks, and not indulge?) I have to state my order and name twice to the staff member at the door with an ear piece, because, you know... I'm English and he can't understand me. We all meet up in Grand Central at 9.40am, it is such an amazing building with such beautiful lighting.
We all head out for yet another ordinary breakfast place. They may be on every corner, but there is nothing ordinary about them. They never fail to deliver, I indulge in pancakes and maple syrup to get it out of my system, it was delicious.
We all head for the behind the scenes Radio City Music Hall tour. Can you believe that this magnificent theatre was once due to be torn down? I am just a sponge for anything historical and entertainment themed, so I was in seventh heaven trekking around back of house and hearing all about the history of the place, the stars that had performed on that very stage. It's doors opened in December 1932 (my Mum was 9, I like to time line everything.)
After the tour, we all headed for Rockefeller Plaza to see the tree and we were entertained by the Sally Army. They must only employ New York's most musical movers and shakers. Have you seen the Salvation Army in films, all uniformed up and ringing their bells over a cauldron in which to collect cash? Well... it's all true, they are on every corner, at least every corner of Rockefeller. They were very jolly, and very rhythmical.
We had a look around the Met Museum Gift Shop which reminded me very much of the V&A in London. Then we headed for Cafe Europa for soup and a much needed sit down.
Fully replenished, we headed for the magic that is 5th Avenue. It's worth visiting NYC just to witness the splendour that is 5th Avenue.
Hollister's frontage was floor to ceiling individual TV screens all showing one big picture of rolling surf, you could hear crashing waves and a plinth either side of the entrance had rippling water!
Cartier had a massive, light encrusted red ribbon joined to make a bow... on the outside of the building, Fendi's store was dripping in white light icicles with droplets running down occasional icicles. The pull of the sparkle drew me to peer into Harry Winston and Van Cleef and Arples, (diamonds darling ;) and we had to, of course, go into the iconic Tiffany's. (That was actually on my list, how can you say; "no" to Audrey Hepburn?)
After doing much more window shopping, we headed for an Ice Cream in Trump Tower no less. I had a very runny Rum and Raisin, but it was divine.
After our pit stop, we headed back to Radio City Music Hall for the Christmas Spectacular. All I can say is... it is... spectacular and when you go to NYC, (because you must,) then you must go and see this show at Christmas. I've seen it before but it's been modernised with 3D no less. The theatre is dome shaped and at the beginning, I felt like Dorothy at the start of The Wizard of Oz as the light induced blizzard swirled around the walls and dome shaped ceiling. There is a wonderful Christmas story to be told, a real, live, nativity, (complete with camels and sheep, and a donkey,) 3D and of course, the famous Radio City Rockettes. If you've never heard of them, they are a world famous, (first established around 1930, although the original dancers are not still performing ;) They are 38 strong precision dancers. They are honestly as precise as military, absolutely stunning. The world famous Toy Soldier routine which is performed every year is mesmerising. We also had dancing Santa's on plinths beside the stage, I was intrigued and then totally baffled when the shadows of the Santa's started to do a different dance routine! I wonder if everyone noticed... very clever.
Nuns. It's not that I've never seen a nun before, but I've never seen so many nuns in one place, at one time. I think there were around 8 all out for the holiday spectacular, go nuns.
Also in the theatre were some NYC Rangers players (it's Ice Hockey... I had to google,) and a few deserving kids, Happy Holidays and good on 'ya Rangers, I'm sure the kids had a ball.
The 90 minute show positively flew by, I was tired and thought I would struggle but it was spell binding. After the show, I relented and decided to buy a programme after all, (I still have the last one I bought,) as you got a free little Toy Soldier inspired tote, and as one of the highlights of the trip, I couldn't resist.
After the show, we headed for Bill's Burger and Bar. I had the American Classic with cheese, red onion, steak fries and water, it was delicious.
We headed back to the hotel to collapse, with me having my shower and blasting the head dry before jumping into bed, to save time in the morning. All of this fun is exhausting.
We all head out for yet another ordinary breakfast place. They may be on every corner, but there is nothing ordinary about them. They never fail to deliver, I indulge in pancakes and maple syrup to get it out of my system, it was delicious.
We all head for the behind the scenes Radio City Music Hall tour. Can you believe that this magnificent theatre was once due to be torn down? I am just a sponge for anything historical and entertainment themed, so I was in seventh heaven trekking around back of house and hearing all about the history of the place, the stars that had performed on that very stage. It's doors opened in December 1932 (my Mum was 9, I like to time line everything.)
After the tour, we all headed for Rockefeller Plaza to see the tree and we were entertained by the Sally Army. They must only employ New York's most musical movers and shakers. Have you seen the Salvation Army in films, all uniformed up and ringing their bells over a cauldron in which to collect cash? Well... it's all true, they are on every corner, at least every corner of Rockefeller. They were very jolly, and very rhythmical.
We had a look around the Met Museum Gift Shop which reminded me very much of the V&A in London. Then we headed for Cafe Europa for soup and a much needed sit down.
Fully replenished, we headed for the magic that is 5th Avenue. It's worth visiting NYC just to witness the splendour that is 5th Avenue.
Hollister's frontage was floor to ceiling individual TV screens all showing one big picture of rolling surf, you could hear crashing waves and a plinth either side of the entrance had rippling water!
Cartier had a massive, light encrusted red ribbon joined to make a bow... on the outside of the building, Fendi's store was dripping in white light icicles with droplets running down occasional icicles. The pull of the sparkle drew me to peer into Harry Winston and Van Cleef and Arples, (diamonds darling ;) and we had to, of course, go into the iconic Tiffany's. (That was actually on my list, how can you say; "no" to Audrey Hepburn?)
After doing much more window shopping, we headed for an Ice Cream in Trump Tower no less. I had a very runny Rum and Raisin, but it was divine.
After our pit stop, we headed back to Radio City Music Hall for the Christmas Spectacular. All I can say is... it is... spectacular and when you go to NYC, (because you must,) then you must go and see this show at Christmas. I've seen it before but it's been modernised with 3D no less. The theatre is dome shaped and at the beginning, I felt like Dorothy at the start of The Wizard of Oz as the light induced blizzard swirled around the walls and dome shaped ceiling. There is a wonderful Christmas story to be told, a real, live, nativity, (complete with camels and sheep, and a donkey,) 3D and of course, the famous Radio City Rockettes. If you've never heard of them, they are a world famous, (first established around 1930, although the original dancers are not still performing ;) They are 38 strong precision dancers. They are honestly as precise as military, absolutely stunning. The world famous Toy Soldier routine which is performed every year is mesmerising. We also had dancing Santa's on plinths beside the stage, I was intrigued and then totally baffled when the shadows of the Santa's started to do a different dance routine! I wonder if everyone noticed... very clever.
Nuns. It's not that I've never seen a nun before, but I've never seen so many nuns in one place, at one time. I think there were around 8 all out for the holiday spectacular, go nuns.
Also in the theatre were some NYC Rangers players (it's Ice Hockey... I had to google,) and a few deserving kids, Happy Holidays and good on 'ya Rangers, I'm sure the kids had a ball.
The 90 minute show positively flew by, I was tired and thought I would struggle but it was spell binding. After the show, I relented and decided to buy a programme after all, (I still have the last one I bought,) as you got a free little Toy Soldier inspired tote, and as one of the highlights of the trip, I couldn't resist.
After the show, we headed for Bill's Burger and Bar. I had the American Classic with cheese, red onion, steak fries and water, it was delicious.
We headed back to the hotel to collapse, with me having my shower and blasting the head dry before jumping into bed, to save time in the morning. All of this fun is exhausting.
Sunday, 11 December 2011
6th December 2011
So, surprisingly, I didn't sleep great. It takes around 20 minutes for the travel kettle to boil, then M and I play knock and run, covertly slipping notes underneath each others door's in order to synchronise expected time of departure for breakfast. We decide on an 8am breakfast. Weather is going to be mild and a good day for sight seeing.
Body doesn't feel too bad but eye lids feel like they are weighted with lead. For breakfast, I request scrambled eggs on toast, they emerge looking suspiciously like an omelet... this is a running theme, NYC apparently does not know how to scramble. After breakfast, we head for Macy's and their Christmas window displays.
We take in the wonders of the windows then head... down town, (I think... H can correct me,) for Ground Zero. We don't have tickets yet, although free, they need to be pre-booked but I stare in awe at the gaping hole in the sky line. Still in shock at the massive hole in your eye view, I read that there are 3000 labourers, daily working on the site from all around the world, I then proceed to read some of the places the labourers hail from, included are Dublin and Copenhagen. I'm proud of them.
We head for Battery Park in order to catch the ferry to Ellis Island. On our way, the park is now the permanent home of a piece of sculpture whose home was once the World Trade Centre for 30 years before the Towers fell. The damaged sculpture was pulled and rescued from the wreckage, as are we all. It is beautiful still , and lit next to it, is an eternal flame to keep it warm in it's new home of Battery Park. It amazes me that this sculpture survived that horror.
Ellis Island itself, is amazing. Amazing seems too simple a word. I have visited before, but it never fails to amaze me as I look at the artifacts and listen through headphones to the peoples stories through the voices of the actual people. I listen to Welsh voices and look at actual tickets from the port of Liverpool, my home town, and I imagine, travelling all that way with the one hope that I would be allowed in. Only 2% were disallowed but can you imagine the devastation of not being allowed in after 8 or more weeks at sea to get there with the hope of a new life?
After a few hours on Ellis, we caught the last ferry back to Battery Park. I headed alone for the top deck. I think the top deck is a must, I was only prevented from riding out on the top because it was so packed and I'm not good with crowds. Heading home... I had a bench to myself and watching Manhattan shrouded with fog was something I had never seen before. It was cold, but it was colder the last time I was atop a ferry, heading to, or from Ellis, so all is well.
We headed out of Battery to try to hail a cab. It was busy with hoards of people everywhere. We pass somewhere which is beautifully lit with fairy Christmas lights and I plead with the group to run across the road to take a picture, at the same time, we notice that the area is awash with police.
M and I cross the road and I take my picture. One NYC policeman is right by me so I ask him; "Anything going on tonight?" He looks at me in that way I've become accustomed to while they translate in their heads. "No," comes the response. "Is it normally like this?" "Yeah." Comes the NYC reply. "But there are a million police officers over there." I'm told that; "they're waiting to go off in different directions." "Ohhhhh, it's the start of shift?" "Yeah." New York policemen are economical with their use of words. It was 5.05pm. It was really good to see such a strong contingent and I wish we had that amount of police visibility at home, it was truly comforting.
I'm missing conversing with you and one other person. Can't help but convert my time and wonder what you both are up to. I miss you both... a lot.
Ellis Island was spectacular. For anyone going to NYC, I would put this at the top of their visitors list. I've been before but the human stories cannot help but permeate your soul. It so devalues those claiming asylum these days. In 1924, for some, if they did not make it through Ellis Island and on, into the USA... they were prepared to jump to their deaths rather than return to their home country and the life they had left behind.
We headed back to the hotel for 45 minutes before heading out for dinner. On the way to dinner, I had my picture taken outside the New York Central Library, this is the venue in which Carrie and Big did not marry and in which Jake Gyllenhaal took shelter from the next ice age in the "Day After Tomorrow." We wandered through Bryant Park to watch the ice skaters and marvel at the Christmas Market.
We headed on up to Times Square then Carmine's. Carmine's is an Italian Family Style restaurant and I don't even think that the website (http://carminesnyc.com/about/index.php) does it justice.
We, well, H and I, (M had beer and J is T Total,) indulged in a delicious red wine, salad to start followed by lasagna, the like of which I have never tasted. Put it this way... lasagna will never be the same again.
After the meal, we headed back to the hotel, I hit the shower to save time in the morning and with the wine, I slept soundly.
On the way home, we pass Rat Man. Man walks past us, wearing a trilby and a pink rat and green a rat, I am not kidding, one on hat, one on his shoulder, obviously an exhibitionist. I wonder if he takes that route every night, just to have people stop and stare?
Body doesn't feel too bad but eye lids feel like they are weighted with lead. For breakfast, I request scrambled eggs on toast, they emerge looking suspiciously like an omelet... this is a running theme, NYC apparently does not know how to scramble. After breakfast, we head for Macy's and their Christmas window displays.
We take in the wonders of the windows then head... down town, (I think... H can correct me,) for Ground Zero. We don't have tickets yet, although free, they need to be pre-booked but I stare in awe at the gaping hole in the sky line. Still in shock at the massive hole in your eye view, I read that there are 3000 labourers, daily working on the site from all around the world, I then proceed to read some of the places the labourers hail from, included are Dublin and Copenhagen. I'm proud of them.
We head for Battery Park in order to catch the ferry to Ellis Island. On our way, the park is now the permanent home of a piece of sculpture whose home was once the World Trade Centre for 30 years before the Towers fell. The damaged sculpture was pulled and rescued from the wreckage, as are we all. It is beautiful still , and lit next to it, is an eternal flame to keep it warm in it's new home of Battery Park. It amazes me that this sculpture survived that horror.
Ellis Island itself, is amazing. Amazing seems too simple a word. I have visited before, but it never fails to amaze me as I look at the artifacts and listen through headphones to the peoples stories through the voices of the actual people. I listen to Welsh voices and look at actual tickets from the port of Liverpool, my home town, and I imagine, travelling all that way with the one hope that I would be allowed in. Only 2% were disallowed but can you imagine the devastation of not being allowed in after 8 or more weeks at sea to get there with the hope of a new life?
After a few hours on Ellis, we caught the last ferry back to Battery Park. I headed alone for the top deck. I think the top deck is a must, I was only prevented from riding out on the top because it was so packed and I'm not good with crowds. Heading home... I had a bench to myself and watching Manhattan shrouded with fog was something I had never seen before. It was cold, but it was colder the last time I was atop a ferry, heading to, or from Ellis, so all is well.
We headed out of Battery to try to hail a cab. It was busy with hoards of people everywhere. We pass somewhere which is beautifully lit with fairy Christmas lights and I plead with the group to run across the road to take a picture, at the same time, we notice that the area is awash with police.
M and I cross the road and I take my picture. One NYC policeman is right by me so I ask him; "Anything going on tonight?" He looks at me in that way I've become accustomed to while they translate in their heads. "No," comes the response. "Is it normally like this?" "Yeah." Comes the NYC reply. "But there are a million police officers over there." I'm told that; "they're waiting to go off in different directions." "Ohhhhh, it's the start of shift?" "Yeah." New York policemen are economical with their use of words. It was 5.05pm. It was really good to see such a strong contingent and I wish we had that amount of police visibility at home, it was truly comforting.
I'm missing conversing with you and one other person. Can't help but convert my time and wonder what you both are up to. I miss you both... a lot.
Ellis Island was spectacular. For anyone going to NYC, I would put this at the top of their visitors list. I've been before but the human stories cannot help but permeate your soul. It so devalues those claiming asylum these days. In 1924, for some, if they did not make it through Ellis Island and on, into the USA... they were prepared to jump to their deaths rather than return to their home country and the life they had left behind.
We headed back to the hotel for 45 minutes before heading out for dinner. On the way to dinner, I had my picture taken outside the New York Central Library, this is the venue in which Carrie and Big did not marry and in which Jake Gyllenhaal took shelter from the next ice age in the "Day After Tomorrow." We wandered through Bryant Park to watch the ice skaters and marvel at the Christmas Market.
We headed on up to Times Square then Carmine's. Carmine's is an Italian Family Style restaurant and I don't even think that the website (http://carminesnyc.com/about/index.php) does it justice.
We, well, H and I, (M had beer and J is T Total,) indulged in a delicious red wine, salad to start followed by lasagna, the like of which I have never tasted. Put it this way... lasagna will never be the same again.
After the meal, we headed back to the hotel, I hit the shower to save time in the morning and with the wine, I slept soundly.
On the way home, we pass Rat Man. Man walks past us, wearing a trilby and a pink rat and green a rat, I am not kidding, one on hat, one on his shoulder, obviously an exhibitionist. I wonder if he takes that route every night, just to have people stop and stare?
5th December 2011
Immigration took an hour to complete... I'm pulling a face here, not so much about the time it took but the fact that it was hot while while we waited... almost passing out hot. The taxi queue took us around 45 minutes but hey... we're in New York ;) Our room is spacious with two double beds and a great view of the Empire State Building from the window and a great view of the Chrysler from just outside the hotel lobby. Beds are nice and clean looking with white linens and no scatter cushions, which I hate on hotel beds, they are positive harbingers of icky dust and bacteria.
We freshen up and head for Times Square, it's bigger, brighter and more stunning than I remember and it now has purely pedestrian areas. We get there via Bryant Park, it's ice skating rink and it's Christmas Market, I am mesmerised.
I had a shower and went to bed and surprisingly, did not go out like a light. I drifted off eventually and woke a few times in the night but we were both awake by 4am.
By the time we went to bed, it was 2am, our time, (at home time.) No wonder I was tired.
We freshen up and head for Times Square, it's bigger, brighter and more stunning than I remember and it now has purely pedestrian areas. We get there via Bryant Park, it's ice skating rink and it's Christmas Market, I am mesmerised.
I had a shower and went to bed and surprisingly, did not go out like a light. I drifted off eventually and woke a few times in the night but we were both awake by 4am.
By the time we went to bed, it was 2am, our time, (at home time.) No wonder I was tired.
4th December 2011
JR had parked up and was waiting in the airport for me... so good to see her. We had a nice and easy day and I was pretty tired but in the evening, JR plied me with wine! This is funny to me as she is T-Total. It was lovely though and much needed after a week or more of frantic preparation. We went to H & M's to weigh the cases and have a quick coffee and then had an early night, we were in bed by 10, ready to rise before 5am.
I didn't sleep well, as is the norm... I looked at my clock every hour and the night seemed to last forever. My alarm went off at 4.45am and I flew out of bed and headed for the shower. I put the kettle on and was just making tea and coffee when JR emerged from her room at 5am, at least we're all up and about.
I'm impressed... H&M pick us on on time and we head out into the darkness for Heathrow Airport and Terminal 5. The roads are pretty clear and as we approach, I'm mesmerised by the high tech look of the airport and the "transporter pods," these are space age pods on elevated tram lines, they look so futuristic and I've never seen anything like it... in real life. The airport is bright, modern and functional, I love it, very impressive.
The four of us, H&M, JR and I, head for Wagamama's for breakfast. Never been for breakfast before. I had scrambled eggs on toast, we all opt for a cooked breakfast to keep us going, it was delicious, I can highly recommend Wagamama's at Heathrow T5 for breakfast.
We had a wander around duty free, the savings were brilliant but I decided that I should not indulge with Christmas coming up. We headed for the escalators and lifts for gate B33. On schedule, the four of us board and head for row 46. It's a double decker plane and I am in awe. We are supposed to leave at 11am for our 8 hour flight. H has read that applying tea tree oil under the nostrils helps with bugs/bacteria and germs on a flight... so that's what we do. No idea if it will work but at least all I can smell is antiseptic... could be a heck of a lot worse. For take off, H likes to hold hands... it's kind of nice.
I tell H that I have Michael Flatley's feet... feet of flames. They are on fire! We are late leaving, it's 11.32am. I have great leg room and a good choice of films. Well done British Airways.
We've been in the air for almost an hour. I'm on my first white wine and sparkling water. I'm watching "Crazy, Stupid, Love" and I'm flanked by my friends. We have barely begun the holiday and I've just realised that I'm having a lovely time. I'm so used to travelling and being on my own ... this is lovely.
I'm wearing flesh coloured flight socks. Not sure who's flesh they resemble exactly... certainly not mine, but hey... we want to remain DVT free right? If we crash, can you please make sure the socks are removed prior to body identification? Cheers.
Chicken and Leek for lunch, swiftly followed by... as I said; Crazy, Stupid, Love... Bridesmaids, (I wasn't impressed,) Friends With Benefits, I expected fluff but it was actually good, a positive visitors guide to NYC with all of the easily identifiable NYC locations, cheesy ending but I can forgive that.
By 4.30, after 6 hours on a plane, I felt totally disgusting... why is that?
The headphones are obviously made for people with extremely big heads, so as not to upset the big headed people with regular sized headphones. The ear phone parts would happily sit underneath my ear lobes.
I didn't sleep well, as is the norm... I looked at my clock every hour and the night seemed to last forever. My alarm went off at 4.45am and I flew out of bed and headed for the shower. I put the kettle on and was just making tea and coffee when JR emerged from her room at 5am, at least we're all up and about.
I'm impressed... H&M pick us on on time and we head out into the darkness for Heathrow Airport and Terminal 5. The roads are pretty clear and as we approach, I'm mesmerised by the high tech look of the airport and the "transporter pods," these are space age pods on elevated tram lines, they look so futuristic and I've never seen anything like it... in real life. The airport is bright, modern and functional, I love it, very impressive.
The four of us, H&M, JR and I, head for Wagamama's for breakfast. Never been for breakfast before. I had scrambled eggs on toast, we all opt for a cooked breakfast to keep us going, it was delicious, I can highly recommend Wagamama's at Heathrow T5 for breakfast.
We had a wander around duty free, the savings were brilliant but I decided that I should not indulge with Christmas coming up. We headed for the escalators and lifts for gate B33. On schedule, the four of us board and head for row 46. It's a double decker plane and I am in awe. We are supposed to leave at 11am for our 8 hour flight. H has read that applying tea tree oil under the nostrils helps with bugs/bacteria and germs on a flight... so that's what we do. No idea if it will work but at least all I can smell is antiseptic... could be a heck of a lot worse. For take off, H likes to hold hands... it's kind of nice.
I tell H that I have Michael Flatley's feet... feet of flames. They are on fire! We are late leaving, it's 11.32am. I have great leg room and a good choice of films. Well done British Airways.
We've been in the air for almost an hour. I'm on my first white wine and sparkling water. I'm watching "Crazy, Stupid, Love" and I'm flanked by my friends. We have barely begun the holiday and I've just realised that I'm having a lovely time. I'm so used to travelling and being on my own ... this is lovely.
I'm wearing flesh coloured flight socks. Not sure who's flesh they resemble exactly... certainly not mine, but hey... we want to remain DVT free right? If we crash, can you please make sure the socks are removed prior to body identification? Cheers.
Chicken and Leek for lunch, swiftly followed by... as I said; Crazy, Stupid, Love... Bridesmaids, (I wasn't impressed,) Friends With Benefits, I expected fluff but it was actually good, a positive visitors guide to NYC with all of the easily identifiable NYC locations, cheesy ending but I can forgive that.
By 4.30, after 6 hours on a plane, I felt totally disgusting... why is that?
The headphones are obviously made for people with extremely big heads, so as not to upset the big headed people with regular sized headphones. The ear phone parts would happily sit underneath my ear lobes.
3rd December 2011
Slept pretty well, I'm so tired lately, I simply fall into a coma. Any other time and I wouldn't be able to sleep for worrying about the next day of travels. Up and ready in plenty of time, feel like I've forgotten something but it's too late now. So good to speak to you this morning, I know I'm going to have contact withdrawal symptoms this week as we won't be able to have a conversation.
B was on time to collect me and the journey to the airport was smooth. Instead of dropping me off, B came into the airport with me, I checked in without incident and we headed for a coffee and a tea in Costa, B took advantage of the time to guilt me into having her stay on Christmas Eve... we'll see.
I've left B and headed through security. For the first time, I was body scanned. You do a kind of "Steps, Tragedy" dance move while you're scanned, there has been a lot of hoo ha about you looking naked on the scanned images... I just hope I look thin ;) I also had my boots scanned in a special machine, this is new also, gotta love Manc airport.
It chucked it down this morning but we now have, clear, blue skies. Looks pretty.
My gate is announced on the board and I head for number 148. There is only one other person waiting and I had for available seats next to the check in desk, I sit, look down and on the seat next to me, is a small, white feather. I do love those little white hello's.
I watched my plane come into land, it was late getting in from Paris due to weekend traffic... funny huh? So, we're a little late embarking and leaving and the Captain offers his apologies. The plane is tiny, with propellers, and I've bumped my head twice already just taking my seat. I've brought; "Eat, Pray, Love" with me, the book you sent me. I thought this break would be the perfect opportunity to indulge in some reading, an absolute luxury for me as I'm usually too tired and time deprived. I'm enjoying the tale and the writing style, and I love the fact that you've turned these very pages before me.
My eyes are tired and things are blurry, so I'm alternating writing the blog and reading, I'm just about to have a coffee to hopefully wake me up. I love the time in the air. I've done all I can do, things are out of my hands and I have nothing to do for 35 minutes, it's such a strange feeling.
Your advice this morning was good. Try not to worry, (you know that I do,) and concentrate on the moments.
B was on time to collect me and the journey to the airport was smooth. Instead of dropping me off, B came into the airport with me, I checked in without incident and we headed for a coffee and a tea in Costa, B took advantage of the time to guilt me into having her stay on Christmas Eve... we'll see.
I've left B and headed through security. For the first time, I was body scanned. You do a kind of "Steps, Tragedy" dance move while you're scanned, there has been a lot of hoo ha about you looking naked on the scanned images... I just hope I look thin ;) I also had my boots scanned in a special machine, this is new also, gotta love Manc airport.
It chucked it down this morning but we now have, clear, blue skies. Looks pretty.
My gate is announced on the board and I head for number 148. There is only one other person waiting and I had for available seats next to the check in desk, I sit, look down and on the seat next to me, is a small, white feather. I do love those little white hello's.
I watched my plane come into land, it was late getting in from Paris due to weekend traffic... funny huh? So, we're a little late embarking and leaving and the Captain offers his apologies. The plane is tiny, with propellers, and I've bumped my head twice already just taking my seat. I've brought; "Eat, Pray, Love" with me, the book you sent me. I thought this break would be the perfect opportunity to indulge in some reading, an absolute luxury for me as I'm usually too tired and time deprived. I'm enjoying the tale and the writing style, and I love the fact that you've turned these very pages before me.
My eyes are tired and things are blurry, so I'm alternating writing the blog and reading, I'm just about to have a coffee to hopefully wake me up. I love the time in the air. I've done all I can do, things are out of my hands and I have nothing to do for 35 minutes, it's such a strange feeling.
Your advice this morning was good. Try not to worry, (you know that I do,) and concentrate on the moments.
Friday, 2 December 2011
T -1 Day
So, I cut my day as short as possible yesterday as I felt dreadful, but I had a healthy dinner, followed by some not so healthy crisps and a couple of glasses of wine, and I slept like a log for 9 hours. I feel so much better today, still getting a cold but don't feel half as bad as I did.
I have so much to do today, but I'm going to attack it like a military operation. I need to pick up a few last minute things, J will call in at some point, I need to shop for car insurance as the renewal is due two days after my return and I have a doctor's appointment too. I need to iron, pack, re-make bed, shower etc and tidy up, get to the post office with your Christmas parcel... no pressure.
I'm here in my window seat soaking up about 45 minutes of calm before the panic sets in. Filter machine still isn't working so I'm having my first chai tea of the season, I only have it when it's wintry, it's a spicy tea and makes a nice change from coffee... if there is no coffee.
Can't believe I need to be packed up and ready to go by tomorrow, this time tomorrow, I'll be waiting to board for the first leg of my journey to Southampton then Sunday, we head for Heathrow and NYC baby ;)
I have so much to do today, but I'm going to attack it like a military operation. I need to pick up a few last minute things, J will call in at some point, I need to shop for car insurance as the renewal is due two days after my return and I have a doctor's appointment too. I need to iron, pack, re-make bed, shower etc and tidy up, get to the post office with your Christmas parcel... no pressure.
I'm here in my window seat soaking up about 45 minutes of calm before the panic sets in. Filter machine still isn't working so I'm having my first chai tea of the season, I only have it when it's wintry, it's a spicy tea and makes a nice change from coffee... if there is no coffee.
Can't believe I need to be packed up and ready to go by tomorrow, this time tomorrow, I'll be waiting to board for the first leg of my journey to Southampton then Sunday, we head for Heathrow and NYC baby ;)
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Catch Up
Well, it's Tuesday evening and I thought I'd do a bit of a daily catch up to post before I leave. Monday was a struggle, I'm never good on a Monday anyway, but I felt under the weather, work was heavy going and I worked extra hours, so it was all I could do to not fall into a coma as I returned home. As you know, (because I missed your email.) I got an early night and felt a little better by Tuesday morning.
Really high winds across the country today... it's still Tuesday. I did my bit this afternoon and went to donate blood, we had the usual failing of the finger prick test, followed by the blood test from the right arm, (which hurt,) then the donation from the left, after much deliberation out of which of the two veins to choose from... I'm so lucky. I honestly didn't think they'd be able to take any as I've been so tired lately, thought the iron must be lower than usual but it was okay, well, just scraped over the required reading, I needed 125 and I was at 128 still, my arm did take a while to stop bleeding afterwards. Had a medicinal biscuit and coffee afterwards while I watched and waited hopefully for the torrential rain that arrived while I was in there, to subside, but it didn't, so I headed back to work and got soaked.
Upon return to work, one of the jokers I work with made a comment about me being ugly. This isn't the first time I've heard this, in fact, I've heard it many times before, so it's not exactly a surprise, and he was only joking, but I always think there is some element of truth in most joking around, and it never gets any easier to hear, doesn't matter how many times. Probably bothered me more because I'm hormonal and I'm extremely over tired. I actually felt a bit tearful as I got soaked for the second time on the way back to the car to drive home, not because of the comment, just because I felt so bad, but I always get a bit like this when I'm over tired and due for a break, so I know I'll be fine when I actually finish work on Thursday night, it's just the body and the coping mechanism packing up early.
Wednesday, well, I'm off work today. Brother in law finally had his op late yesterday and he's okay so that's a relief. Only one more close operation to go next week, and we're home and dry... for now. Went off to sleep like a light but woke at 3.30am as usual, hence the text to you! So lovely to catch up with you this morning too. J and I went to Chester, you'll be delighted to know, no bargains on offer... apart from my Christmas M&S candles that I have to have ;) didn't get most of what I went for but did get a bag for the trip that sits across my body and is big enough to hold my journal so I can record everything for you! I'm definitely getting a cold and while I don't blame the screaming baby in Boots for making my head want to explode into the four corners of the store, it didn't help... bless. One more day in work and then the panic will really set in. Home made veggie soup for me tonight followed by lots of clementines for the vitamin c and an early night.
Thursday, I honestly don't know how I dragged myself out of bed this morning, I had to cajole like you would a small child, "come on... it's the last one... get up!" It was so quiet in work to begin with, I honestly could have rested my head on my desk, and fallen to sleep. As the morning went by, in my head, I shaved time off my finishing time. I've worked hard Monday and Tuesday and got excellent stats by any ones standards, so I feel like they've had their money's worth this week. I was just clock watching to go home and finally begin my holiday. On the way home, I stopped off at my hairdressers to see if anyone could trim my fringe for me. My own hairdresser was there and free so she did it for me and didn't charge, bargain. I went to the supermarket before heading home to stock up on some none perishables then headed home for white fish and veggies followed by clementines.
So much to do tomorrow, but I'm so tired, I don't think I'll care even if I don't get everything done, can't wait to get to bed x
Really high winds across the country today... it's still Tuesday. I did my bit this afternoon and went to donate blood, we had the usual failing of the finger prick test, followed by the blood test from the right arm, (which hurt,) then the donation from the left, after much deliberation out of which of the two veins to choose from... I'm so lucky. I honestly didn't think they'd be able to take any as I've been so tired lately, thought the iron must be lower than usual but it was okay, well, just scraped over the required reading, I needed 125 and I was at 128 still, my arm did take a while to stop bleeding afterwards. Had a medicinal biscuit and coffee afterwards while I watched and waited hopefully for the torrential rain that arrived while I was in there, to subside, but it didn't, so I headed back to work and got soaked.
Upon return to work, one of the jokers I work with made a comment about me being ugly. This isn't the first time I've heard this, in fact, I've heard it many times before, so it's not exactly a surprise, and he was only joking, but I always think there is some element of truth in most joking around, and it never gets any easier to hear, doesn't matter how many times. Probably bothered me more because I'm hormonal and I'm extremely over tired. I actually felt a bit tearful as I got soaked for the second time on the way back to the car to drive home, not because of the comment, just because I felt so bad, but I always get a bit like this when I'm over tired and due for a break, so I know I'll be fine when I actually finish work on Thursday night, it's just the body and the coping mechanism packing up early.
Wednesday, well, I'm off work today. Brother in law finally had his op late yesterday and he's okay so that's a relief. Only one more close operation to go next week, and we're home and dry... for now. Went off to sleep like a light but woke at 3.30am as usual, hence the text to you! So lovely to catch up with you this morning too. J and I went to Chester, you'll be delighted to know, no bargains on offer... apart from my Christmas M&S candles that I have to have ;) didn't get most of what I went for but did get a bag for the trip that sits across my body and is big enough to hold my journal so I can record everything for you! I'm definitely getting a cold and while I don't blame the screaming baby in Boots for making my head want to explode into the four corners of the store, it didn't help... bless. One more day in work and then the panic will really set in. Home made veggie soup for me tonight followed by lots of clementines for the vitamin c and an early night.
Thursday, I honestly don't know how I dragged myself out of bed this morning, I had to cajole like you would a small child, "come on... it's the last one... get up!" It was so quiet in work to begin with, I honestly could have rested my head on my desk, and fallen to sleep. As the morning went by, in my head, I shaved time off my finishing time. I've worked hard Monday and Tuesday and got excellent stats by any ones standards, so I feel like they've had their money's worth this week. I was just clock watching to go home and finally begin my holiday. On the way home, I stopped off at my hairdressers to see if anyone could trim my fringe for me. My own hairdresser was there and free so she did it for me and didn't charge, bargain. I went to the supermarket before heading home to stock up on some none perishables then headed home for white fish and veggies followed by clementines.
So much to do tomorrow, but I'm so tired, I don't think I'll care even if I don't get everything done, can't wait to get to bed x
Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Sunday 27th November
It's Sunday and I'm here in my usual window seat. Filter machine is broken again, so it's a tall, skinny, capp for me today.
Last night was good, although as we went to enter the function room, we were told the night had been moved to the Restaurant because of the numbers, so I was disappointed, if we'd wanted to go to the Restaurant for a meal, that's what I would have booked. Still, we had a good time, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves and it kind of warms the cockles to know that some things and some people, never change. One thing that's tickled me since Saturday night was T & A's choice of cocktails, no idea what they were, (they didn't know either,) but they both smelled and tasted like Germoline.
I'm not feeling totally fabulous today but that's mainly due to sleep deprivation rather than a hangover... honestly. I'm heading home after here to hunt out what I'll need for NYC. Weather is still mild over there. As I write, this time next week... I'll be headed for Heathrow.
Home is so Christmas un-ready, it's ridiculous. I have simply got to turn over a new and really huge leaf next year.
Last night was good, although as we went to enter the function room, we were told the night had been moved to the Restaurant because of the numbers, so I was disappointed, if we'd wanted to go to the Restaurant for a meal, that's what I would have booked. Still, we had a good time, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves and it kind of warms the cockles to know that some things and some people, never change. One thing that's tickled me since Saturday night was T & A's choice of cocktails, no idea what they were, (they didn't know either,) but they both smelled and tasted like Germoline.
I'm not feeling totally fabulous today but that's mainly due to sleep deprivation rather than a hangover... honestly. I'm heading home after here to hunt out what I'll need for NYC. Weather is still mild over there. As I write, this time next week... I'll be headed for Heathrow.
Home is so Christmas un-ready, it's ridiculous. I have simply got to turn over a new and really huge leaf next year.
Sunday, 27 November 2011
26th November
Good Morning, it's Saturday 26th, and I've been in a minor state of panic since I woke around 5ish and I can promise you that it will escalate as the day progresses. The Dinner Dance that I've organised for the girls and a few hubby's, is tonight and I so want it to be okay, I've just got this nagging feeling that something won't be right and it's not just because I've organised it.
The dress that I'm wearing, well, I'm not sure it looks good. B is doing the head for me, heaven knows what it'll turn out like but still better than trying to do it myself. Need to get all jobs done today as not sure how delicate I'll be tomorrow. Also need to start sorting stuff for NYC, M phoned this morning, (at 8.15am... you are the only one allowed to phone me that early, either someone is dying, or you live in NZ... not dimensions of a suitcase,) to check the dimensions of my suitcase, to make sure it would fit in the boot to the airport.
I took B to a psychic night on Tuesday like the one S and I sent to a couple of weeks ago. I had a voucher after the last night, for a half price reading and so couldn't resist. I saw someone called Bernard, I overheard him at the last one, he sounded good then but he was freakishly good. Not too much about the future, in fact nothing further than Easter next year but he knew me and one other person in my life like.... well, like he could tap into our brains. Scary.
Bernard is quite a burly man. He wears unremarkable clothes, he accidentally spits on you quite a bit, and he sweats profusely. He was really quite insulting, but did it all with a smile on his face and regardless of the insults and the spit etc... I couldn't help but like him.
So here goes... here is some of what he told me about me... not fair to publish what he said about other person so I'll mail you;
My OCD is getting worse, (it is...) I need to go back and check things 10 times, (I do.) I need to go and buy a memo board for the kitchen, write things on there and wipe them off when done. Soooo much going on in my head, probably talk in sleep and dream a lot whether I remember it or not.
I need to learn to relax.
I attract people with problems.
Do I eat lunch? I need some time during the day to give my brain a rest.
Need to have at least one balanced meal a day.
I've been here before.
Judging by my hands... I've been here around 300 years.... no, wait, judging by the stress lines on my stress lines... I've been here around 400 years!
I have healing hands, (I've been told that a few times before.)
I have a soothing voice, do I sing? Erm... no.
This job is not for me, for now... keep head down and remember it's just paying the bills.
By Easter, I'll have a new job, maybe the choice of two.
No one around me tells me the truth, (I know you do... thank goodness.)
Oh and the jewel in the crown... if I can find someone to put up with me...........I should hold on to them... bite me.
As I mailed you yesterday, I am being stupendously fabulous with the healthy eating. I confess that it does take effort, and I'm not exactly aglow with health but I think it's just that time of year and tiredness.
I'm actually, currently having three meals a day, and all are good, nutritious and totally healthy, absolutely no rubbish. I've totally fallen in love with white fish, poached, then drizzled with a little olive oil to finish then covered with fresh lemon juice, absolutely scrummy, with tons of veggies, as usual.
I've scrubbed, buffed, polished and sloughed the body from head to toe, in readiness for tonight. The legs are so pale they could repel sunlight but you know what? If people don't like the look of them... they shouldn't be looking should they? I'm honestly past caring. They are both fuzz, and bruise free, so that will have to suffice.
Sally Brompton in the New York Post predicts today;
You need to take a longer-term view of your well being, especially if you are one of those Leos who tends to push themselves way past their natural limits. No matter how robust your health may be you are not indestructible.
Yeah well, I have a lot on just now ;) x
The dress that I'm wearing, well, I'm not sure it looks good. B is doing the head for me, heaven knows what it'll turn out like but still better than trying to do it myself. Need to get all jobs done today as not sure how delicate I'll be tomorrow. Also need to start sorting stuff for NYC, M phoned this morning, (at 8.15am... you are the only one allowed to phone me that early, either someone is dying, or you live in NZ... not dimensions of a suitcase,) to check the dimensions of my suitcase, to make sure it would fit in the boot to the airport.
I took B to a psychic night on Tuesday like the one S and I sent to a couple of weeks ago. I had a voucher after the last night, for a half price reading and so couldn't resist. I saw someone called Bernard, I overheard him at the last one, he sounded good then but he was freakishly good. Not too much about the future, in fact nothing further than Easter next year but he knew me and one other person in my life like.... well, like he could tap into our brains. Scary.
Bernard is quite a burly man. He wears unremarkable clothes, he accidentally spits on you quite a bit, and he sweats profusely. He was really quite insulting, but did it all with a smile on his face and regardless of the insults and the spit etc... I couldn't help but like him.
So here goes... here is some of what he told me about me... not fair to publish what he said about other person so I'll mail you;
My OCD is getting worse, (it is...) I need to go back and check things 10 times, (I do.) I need to go and buy a memo board for the kitchen, write things on there and wipe them off when done. Soooo much going on in my head, probably talk in sleep and dream a lot whether I remember it or not.
I need to learn to relax.
I attract people with problems.
Do I eat lunch? I need some time during the day to give my brain a rest.
Need to have at least one balanced meal a day.
I've been here before.
Judging by my hands... I've been here around 300 years.... no, wait, judging by the stress lines on my stress lines... I've been here around 400 years!
I have healing hands, (I've been told that a few times before.)
I have a soothing voice, do I sing? Erm... no.
This job is not for me, for now... keep head down and remember it's just paying the bills.
By Easter, I'll have a new job, maybe the choice of two.
No one around me tells me the truth, (I know you do... thank goodness.)
Oh and the jewel in the crown... if I can find someone to put up with me...........I should hold on to them... bite me.
As I mailed you yesterday, I am being stupendously fabulous with the healthy eating. I confess that it does take effort, and I'm not exactly aglow with health but I think it's just that time of year and tiredness.
I'm actually, currently having three meals a day, and all are good, nutritious and totally healthy, absolutely no rubbish. I've totally fallen in love with white fish, poached, then drizzled with a little olive oil to finish then covered with fresh lemon juice, absolutely scrummy, with tons of veggies, as usual.
I've scrubbed, buffed, polished and sloughed the body from head to toe, in readiness for tonight. The legs are so pale they could repel sunlight but you know what? If people don't like the look of them... they shouldn't be looking should they? I'm honestly past caring. They are both fuzz, and bruise free, so that will have to suffice.
Sally Brompton in the New York Post predicts today;
You need to take a longer-term view of your well being, especially if you are one of those Leos who tends to push themselves way past their natural limits. No matter how robust your health may be you are not indestructible.
Yeah well, I have a lot on just now ;) x
Sunday, 20 November 2011
20th November
So, next Saturday, I'm out with the girls... and a couple of husbands, at our Christmas dinner dance. I'm nervous about it, as I've arranged, planned and paid, so I'll be terrified until we're seated at the table and there is a chair and a meal for everyone. Anyway, I feel fine, but in the coming week, I'm going to be super healthy and do some strategic exercises to make sure I feel and look my best. I'm going to blitz the arms and do lunges every day, plus anything else I have the energy for... which probably won't be much.
This time last year, I was running every night and loving it. I just don't seem to have the energy for that this year. I barely have the energy to make myself something to eat when I get in at night. I am super organised though for the week to come. It'll be pouring yogurt, All Bran, banana and milk for breakfast, (I still struggle to eat so early but I somehow manage to.) Nuts and fruit during the the day and steamed white fish and veggies for dinner. Plus 2 litres of water at least, every day. You know I can eat the same things for days and it doesn't bother me. I'll be positively glowing by Saturday... hopefully.
Saturday seemed to evaporate. I didn't get half done of what I intended to get done. I need to get my skates on when I get home. I had a very late night last night chatting to a friend but I don't actually feel too bad, just yet.
You know my never ending challenge to get tidy and organised? Well, I have decided to concede defeat. I am going to gather every solitary item which is out where it should not be, or homeless, and place it in a box, in the back, small bedroom. In the New Year, (I can't believe I've just uttered those two words already,) then I'll take out one box per month and obliterate it making sure everything out of that box finds a home here somewhere, or a home elsewhere. What do you think? I think it's a stunning plan.
I ran for 15 minutes this morning. It was almost not worth getting changed for but as I pondered; "15 minutes or nothing," I surprised myself and opted for the 15 minutes.
I have 9 days left in work before NYC (baby.) I have a busy week coming up so I'm aiming for lots of sleep and good food choices. I haven't lost weight for 3 weeks now and while I'm fine... I would be finer, 6lbs lighter ;)
I'm staring out of my Starbucks window and I can't help but laugh. An otherwise quite stylish woman is linking her man and staring into the shoe shop window opposite, with her back to me. Up to the neck... bingo, 10/10, from the neck up, well, she's wearing a bear hat. There are many around, woollen beanies with ears but this one is not so much a bear hat as the head of a bear. It's a human sized bear head. Maybe it looks better from the front as I can only see it from the back. I'm sure her man was delighted when she rocked up wearing that. Oh, that's really cheered me up, absolutely stunning.
A good friend read last week's blog and commented on my; "life is for living, sharing, laughing, and learning." She noticed that I'd missed out; "loving." Well, she is of course correct. I may not have a conventional family but I'm lucky to have people in my life that I love, and for all of my moaning, I'm loving this journey. If my life were a book, I'd be tempted to skip to the back page to see how it all turned out, I guess I'll just have to wait and see, and do my best to enjoy the mysterious and sometimes infuriating journey.
On a final note in which I attempt to make you jealous, I noticed today that H&M are opening up at Cheshire Oaks. I don't have a lot from there but what I do have, are some of my favourites that I've had for years. When are you coming over next??? Love you x
This time last year, I was running every night and loving it. I just don't seem to have the energy for that this year. I barely have the energy to make myself something to eat when I get in at night. I am super organised though for the week to come. It'll be pouring yogurt, All Bran, banana and milk for breakfast, (I still struggle to eat so early but I somehow manage to.) Nuts and fruit during the the day and steamed white fish and veggies for dinner. Plus 2 litres of water at least, every day. You know I can eat the same things for days and it doesn't bother me. I'll be positively glowing by Saturday... hopefully.
Saturday seemed to evaporate. I didn't get half done of what I intended to get done. I need to get my skates on when I get home. I had a very late night last night chatting to a friend but I don't actually feel too bad, just yet.
You know my never ending challenge to get tidy and organised? Well, I have decided to concede defeat. I am going to gather every solitary item which is out where it should not be, or homeless, and place it in a box, in the back, small bedroom. In the New Year, (I can't believe I've just uttered those two words already,) then I'll take out one box per month and obliterate it making sure everything out of that box finds a home here somewhere, or a home elsewhere. What do you think? I think it's a stunning plan.
I ran for 15 minutes this morning. It was almost not worth getting changed for but as I pondered; "15 minutes or nothing," I surprised myself and opted for the 15 minutes.
I have 9 days left in work before NYC (baby.) I have a busy week coming up so I'm aiming for lots of sleep and good food choices. I haven't lost weight for 3 weeks now and while I'm fine... I would be finer, 6lbs lighter ;)
I'm staring out of my Starbucks window and I can't help but laugh. An otherwise quite stylish woman is linking her man and staring into the shoe shop window opposite, with her back to me. Up to the neck... bingo, 10/10, from the neck up, well, she's wearing a bear hat. There are many around, woollen beanies with ears but this one is not so much a bear hat as the head of a bear. It's a human sized bear head. Maybe it looks better from the front as I can only see it from the back. I'm sure her man was delighted when she rocked up wearing that. Oh, that's really cheered me up, absolutely stunning.
A good friend read last week's blog and commented on my; "life is for living, sharing, laughing, and learning." She noticed that I'd missed out; "loving." Well, she is of course correct. I may not have a conventional family but I'm lucky to have people in my life that I love, and for all of my moaning, I'm loving this journey. If my life were a book, I'd be tempted to skip to the back page to see how it all turned out, I guess I'll just have to wait and see, and do my best to enjoy the mysterious and sometimes infuriating journey.
On a final note in which I attempt to make you jealous, I noticed today that H&M are opening up at Cheshire Oaks. I don't have a lot from there but what I do have, are some of my favourites that I've had for years. When are you coming over next??? Love you x
19th November
Terrible week at work and at home. There has literally been something everyday, by Thursday evening, I was bracing myself for what Friday would deliver, you just have weeks like this sometimes. I was honestly glad to get home Friday, which, in my mind, is when I officially put the week to bed.
I won't bore you with the details but I'll give you a taster, there is a bad atmosphere in work anyway but it now also seems to have been over run with people who will will jump at every opportunity to stab you in the back as quickly as they can look at you. After an off the cuff comment by yours truly, I was tipped off by a friend the next day, advising me that what I had shared with this other person, on how I manage my work and plan my day... had been circulated around an opposing team and I apparently, "wasn't doing the job properly." I have had the same conversation with my manager and the highest manager in the building who spent an hour with me two weeks ago to learn about one particular aspect of the job, and neither so much as raised an eyebrow about how I manage my work. In light of this information which I only remembered once I had calmed down... I realised that the person attempting to stir up trouble is simply sad, and obviously insecure.
There was also a problem with Christmas leave. We were advised that too many people had requested the same days off around the holidays and if no one volunteered to come in , then it may be a case of "names in a hat." In a last ditched attempt to get people to volunteer, our manager did the rounds and I advised that as I'd volunteered to come in last year, I'd take my chances in the hat. A couple of days later, I was told that this year, because they were struggling to get enough people to come in, I may not be able to take a combination of annual leave and time owed, (this is in direct contrast to all other previous years.) I was so incensed that they seem to be able to change the rules to suit them, I told my manager to cancel all of my leave and I'd come in. If I'd been told that I'd been chosen out of the hat to come in, that would have been fine but work seems to make rules up as it goes along of late and I realise I've cut my nose off to spite my face but they just naffed me off. My manager is going to let me know if my presence is required. If I'm in, I'm in, I really don't have the energy to be bothered.
Family is dire. If I hear one more time; "I should have been invited," "she should have phoned me," "I should have received a thank you," "A should have phoned B." I almost blew a gasket on Thursday having coffee with a family member. I hadn't seen her for months but she chose the occasion to dredge up the latest family drama involving her Mother, who incidentally seems to feature in quite a few of them. I am so sick of everyone always being on the defensive, always hard done by, no one ever sees the situation from the other side, which is what I said over coffee. I also said that I find it very sad that at the whole family will never again be able to be in the same room at the same time again, it's broken and it will never be fixed and everyone should just let it go, and move on. At this point, someone who I would never have thought I would be able to silence... was.
I have read that if you emigrate, you should choose to run towards something not away from something. Having said that, honestly, I would welcome an Ocean's worth of distance just now.
I've been ridiculously tired this week, despite eating more than usual and being super healthy. I've managed to get early nights every night...even earlier than usual. I told a friend in work that I feel like I'm snapping at everyone or holding a snap in most of the time. She said that I wasn't, and hadn't been, but I feel like I am, maybe she's being nice. I think I'm just ready for my break from work, nine days left in work, and counting until NYC Baby x
I won't bore you with the details but I'll give you a taster, there is a bad atmosphere in work anyway but it now also seems to have been over run with people who will will jump at every opportunity to stab you in the back as quickly as they can look at you. After an off the cuff comment by yours truly, I was tipped off by a friend the next day, advising me that what I had shared with this other person, on how I manage my work and plan my day... had been circulated around an opposing team and I apparently, "wasn't doing the job properly." I have had the same conversation with my manager and the highest manager in the building who spent an hour with me two weeks ago to learn about one particular aspect of the job, and neither so much as raised an eyebrow about how I manage my work. In light of this information which I only remembered once I had calmed down... I realised that the person attempting to stir up trouble is simply sad, and obviously insecure.
There was also a problem with Christmas leave. We were advised that too many people had requested the same days off around the holidays and if no one volunteered to come in , then it may be a case of "names in a hat." In a last ditched attempt to get people to volunteer, our manager did the rounds and I advised that as I'd volunteered to come in last year, I'd take my chances in the hat. A couple of days later, I was told that this year, because they were struggling to get enough people to come in, I may not be able to take a combination of annual leave and time owed, (this is in direct contrast to all other previous years.) I was so incensed that they seem to be able to change the rules to suit them, I told my manager to cancel all of my leave and I'd come in. If I'd been told that I'd been chosen out of the hat to come in, that would have been fine but work seems to make rules up as it goes along of late and I realise I've cut my nose off to spite my face but they just naffed me off. My manager is going to let me know if my presence is required. If I'm in, I'm in, I really don't have the energy to be bothered.
Family is dire. If I hear one more time; "I should have been invited," "she should have phoned me," "I should have received a thank you," "A should have phoned B." I almost blew a gasket on Thursday having coffee with a family member. I hadn't seen her for months but she chose the occasion to dredge up the latest family drama involving her Mother, who incidentally seems to feature in quite a few of them. I am so sick of everyone always being on the defensive, always hard done by, no one ever sees the situation from the other side, which is what I said over coffee. I also said that I find it very sad that at the whole family will never again be able to be in the same room at the same time again, it's broken and it will never be fixed and everyone should just let it go, and move on. At this point, someone who I would never have thought I would be able to silence... was.
I have read that if you emigrate, you should choose to run towards something not away from something. Having said that, honestly, I would welcome an Ocean's worth of distance just now.
I've been ridiculously tired this week, despite eating more than usual and being super healthy. I've managed to get early nights every night...even earlier than usual. I told a friend in work that I feel like I'm snapping at everyone or holding a snap in most of the time. She said that I wasn't, and hadn't been, but I feel like I am, maybe she's being nice. I think I'm just ready for my break from work, nine days left in work, and counting until NYC Baby x
Sunday, 13 November 2011
Sands of Time
It's Sunday and I'm relishing my last, long weekend for a good few weeks. It was so good to catch up this morning but you sounded as tired as I feel chick, I so wish I could nip over and whisk you off for 36 hours of carefree fun, to eat... we would begin with scones and coffee, laugh, chat, bitch and laugh some more, with a decent amount of alcohol thrown in for good measure, probably around hours 12 to 16, it would be rude to abstain. I do miss you. I'm sure that within a few weeks time, life in both time zones will settle down and become more routine again. Life goes through fazes like this right? It's just a faze and it will be over soon.
I didn't sleep great, no idea why. I went to bed early as I was tired, took forever to get to sleep then woke really early. I finally gave up around 6am and got up. By the time I spoke to you, I'd surfed the net for an hour, done half of Tracy Anderson Butt and Thigh workout, showered and was midway through toast when you called, once again, apologies for crunching down the phone line.
I treated myself to a new gold eyeshadow last week. You know that I like a bit of sparkle and while this is very gold and very sparkly, imagine flecks of gold leaf... it's subtle and unless you were staring at my eyelids while I cast my eyes downwards, you probably wouldn't even know it was there... but I know it's there, I love it.
Did I tell you that yesterday I got here, to Starbucks, and someone was already in my seat? I know that they are communal seats but they're not really, us regulars that are here practically 50 weekends out of 52 should be given an embossed, "reserved" sign don't you think? Anyway, they were light weights and had left after 10 minutes, at which point I reclaimed my natural window seat.
Anyway, I was the first customer of the day today, I don't even have to give in my order now, the staff are so good, and I had a good bitch with the Barista about people not observing the 2 minutes silence... her boyfriend is in the Army so she was as infuriated as I was... am.
So, it's now 10.15am, and my eyes are smarting, I have obviously peaked for the day and I now feel tired. Today is a gloomy day, we have blanket cloud, it's dark grey and I needed full headlights to get here safely. On the upside, the fairy lights that are entwined in the garlands that wrap around everything here are beautifully glowing, and it's not even night time.
I have two five day weeks in work ahead, (how the heck will I cope?) I have already started to attempt to think outside the box. When to wash, when to iron, which bedding I should use, what meals should I have, I need to make things easier for myself for a few weeks rather than make myself miserable trying to stick to a regimented routine. Think outside the box... be nice to yourself. Could you possibly remind me of this in, oh, say around 10 days time when I'm a basket case???
As I write, it's now 1.35pm and three weeks today, I'll be on a plane heading for NYC baby ;) I really can't believe I'll be heading that way again and I just want to soak everything up like a giant sponge and remember it forever, or at least until I inherit the early onset Alzheimer's.
It's now 3pm, my visitor has just left and I am suddenly very aware of the sands of time. People you know who were once as bright as buttons are now... well, not so shiny anymore, not so sharp. It's like walking a tightrope because you suspect that they realise they are not as they were, but you don't want to show that you have noticed too.
It's a reminder that not only are a lot of things around me decaying, crumbling and fading, but I'm reminded that you only have one life, and I believe that you only regret the things that you don't do. Life is for living, sharing, laughing, and learning. Just have to keep reminding myself of that, and if all else fails... write it down so that you don't forget. Love you x
I didn't sleep great, no idea why. I went to bed early as I was tired, took forever to get to sleep then woke really early. I finally gave up around 6am and got up. By the time I spoke to you, I'd surfed the net for an hour, done half of Tracy Anderson Butt and Thigh workout, showered and was midway through toast when you called, once again, apologies for crunching down the phone line.
I treated myself to a new gold eyeshadow last week. You know that I like a bit of sparkle and while this is very gold and very sparkly, imagine flecks of gold leaf... it's subtle and unless you were staring at my eyelids while I cast my eyes downwards, you probably wouldn't even know it was there... but I know it's there, I love it.
Did I tell you that yesterday I got here, to Starbucks, and someone was already in my seat? I know that they are communal seats but they're not really, us regulars that are here practically 50 weekends out of 52 should be given an embossed, "reserved" sign don't you think? Anyway, they were light weights and had left after 10 minutes, at which point I reclaimed my natural window seat.
Anyway, I was the first customer of the day today, I don't even have to give in my order now, the staff are so good, and I had a good bitch with the Barista about people not observing the 2 minutes silence... her boyfriend is in the Army so she was as infuriated as I was... am.
So, it's now 10.15am, and my eyes are smarting, I have obviously peaked for the day and I now feel tired. Today is a gloomy day, we have blanket cloud, it's dark grey and I needed full headlights to get here safely. On the upside, the fairy lights that are entwined in the garlands that wrap around everything here are beautifully glowing, and it's not even night time.
I have two five day weeks in work ahead, (how the heck will I cope?) I have already started to attempt to think outside the box. When to wash, when to iron, which bedding I should use, what meals should I have, I need to make things easier for myself for a few weeks rather than make myself miserable trying to stick to a regimented routine. Think outside the box... be nice to yourself. Could you possibly remind me of this in, oh, say around 10 days time when I'm a basket case???
As I write, it's now 1.35pm and three weeks today, I'll be on a plane heading for NYC baby ;) I really can't believe I'll be heading that way again and I just want to soak everything up like a giant sponge and remember it forever, or at least until I inherit the early onset Alzheimer's.
It's now 3pm, my visitor has just left and I am suddenly very aware of the sands of time. People you know who were once as bright as buttons are now... well, not so shiny anymore, not so sharp. It's like walking a tightrope because you suspect that they realise they are not as they were, but you don't want to show that you have noticed too.
It's a reminder that not only are a lot of things around me decaying, crumbling and fading, but I'm reminded that you only have one life, and I believe that you only regret the things that you don't do. Life is for living, sharing, laughing, and learning. Just have to keep reminding myself of that, and if all else fails... write it down so that you don't forget. Love you x
Saturday, 12 November 2011
Relatively Normal?
So I got my hair cut, I was Louise's last customer of the day and she looked and sounded exhausted, she's been doing late nights too. I felt so bad, I almost told her to skip the blow dry but I'm glad I didn't as it looked lovely, lasted the next day and and I'm really pleased with this cut, my hair has been so well behaved this week.
I did make the months supply of veggie soup, it's okay, needs tweaking on the next batch but I feel very healthy and virtuous while I'm eating it.
I still felt pretty frazzled at the start of the week but I've gradually returned to normal, or as normal as ever, anyway.
Early in the week, when I was still a basket case, the bloke that sits next to me in work and who constantly takes the mickey, makes fun of and criticises me which I usually politely smile enigmatically through, went a bit too far and I snapped. The thing is, I have to put up with his, (insert appropriate word from your vocabulary here,) for weeks and months on end, as soon as I bite back, he looks at me as if I am an insane woman. Happily, the upside is, he didn't speak to me for 1.5 days, and it was bliss. No inane chatter, no mickey taking, just peace. After the 1.5 days, he started talking to me again but minus the mickey taking. We'll see how long this lasts but for now... absolute heaven.
I have been incredibly and ridiculously exhausted this week, I even went to bed at 7.30pm one evening. I vaguely remember feeling this way, this time last year. Not sure if it's the long dark nights, the fact that it's now dark when I get home, the extra hours I'm working, or just me? It's not even cold yet.
I was off on Friday and took J to the Trafford Centre. She's not 100% but we still had a nice time and a gorgeous lunch at Giraffe. We had Toasted Garlic Focaccia followed by Edamame, wok fried in soy, chilli and mirin... yum.
We scoured, and I mean... scoured, the whole of the Trafford Centre for a skinny black, plain belt with silver or black buckle. Can you believe that there was not one to be found, in the whole of the Trafford Centre? Trust me... we looked, everywhere. I almost bought 50mm black satin ribbon but I only wanted 2m to create a kind of cummerbund effect but they would only sell it by the roll! I need it for the too big dress I may be wearing in a couple of weeks and at this rate, I may have to go back for the entire roll.
Before we left, I spotted S&M in Debenhams, good to see them both and I'll be seeing them again at the dinner dance in couple of weeks.
So, I feel much more normal than the past two weeks. More stuff to come which I'll have to deal with but it'll be more spaced out. We have an op next week, nothing the week after, another op the week after that and then I go to NYC baby. Sorry for the baby, I can't seem to say "NYC" without tagging "baby" on the end at the moment :)
I'm both excited and panic stricken. I'm not a bit organised for NYC, (baby,) and by the time I get home, it'll only be two weeks until Christmas. Incidentally, I need to post your parcel by the 5th so you'd better get your thinking cap on madam.
The Christmas decorations are up here at Cheshire Oaks and I heard my first Christmas music as I arrived this morning, this would usually fill me with horror but it was kind of nice.
My washing and ironing are done, (did it yesterday,) so I'm heading home for sorting and tidying.
Workouts have taken a battering of late, in fact, I have been positively rubbish. I did however do side leg lifts most nights and I'm still climbing my 5 flights of stairs each morning at work. After missing my run last weekend due to oversleeping, I ran for 30 minutes yesterday morning and again this morning. It felt great but didn't want to do more as one of my knees is complaining.
As I sped around the supermarket before heading home, I spied a very little, we're talking tiny, old lady, eyeing a box of Yorkshire Tea on the top shelf. I put two and two together and diverted down the aisle just as she raised her arm, her hand would have fallen short of the boxes by around 4 inches, or, she may have been buried under an avalanche of Yorkshire Tea. "Would you like me to reach a box for you?" "Oh yes dear, they always put these things so high up." I have no idea which "things" she was always out of reach of but with my halo positively glowing, and with my good deed of the day done, I continued to speed around the store before heading for fuel then home to tidy.
I did make the months supply of veggie soup, it's okay, needs tweaking on the next batch but I feel very healthy and virtuous while I'm eating it.
I still felt pretty frazzled at the start of the week but I've gradually returned to normal, or as normal as ever, anyway.
Early in the week, when I was still a basket case, the bloke that sits next to me in work and who constantly takes the mickey, makes fun of and criticises me which I usually politely smile enigmatically through, went a bit too far and I snapped. The thing is, I have to put up with his, (insert appropriate word from your vocabulary here,) for weeks and months on end, as soon as I bite back, he looks at me as if I am an insane woman. Happily, the upside is, he didn't speak to me for 1.5 days, and it was bliss. No inane chatter, no mickey taking, just peace. After the 1.5 days, he started talking to me again but minus the mickey taking. We'll see how long this lasts but for now... absolute heaven.
I have been incredibly and ridiculously exhausted this week, I even went to bed at 7.30pm one evening. I vaguely remember feeling this way, this time last year. Not sure if it's the long dark nights, the fact that it's now dark when I get home, the extra hours I'm working, or just me? It's not even cold yet.
I was off on Friday and took J to the Trafford Centre. She's not 100% but we still had a nice time and a gorgeous lunch at Giraffe. We had Toasted Garlic Focaccia followed by Edamame, wok fried in soy, chilli and mirin... yum.
We scoured, and I mean... scoured, the whole of the Trafford Centre for a skinny black, plain belt with silver or black buckle. Can you believe that there was not one to be found, in the whole of the Trafford Centre? Trust me... we looked, everywhere. I almost bought 50mm black satin ribbon but I only wanted 2m to create a kind of cummerbund effect but they would only sell it by the roll! I need it for the too big dress I may be wearing in a couple of weeks and at this rate, I may have to go back for the entire roll.
Before we left, I spotted S&M in Debenhams, good to see them both and I'll be seeing them again at the dinner dance in couple of weeks.
So, I feel much more normal than the past two weeks. More stuff to come which I'll have to deal with but it'll be more spaced out. We have an op next week, nothing the week after, another op the week after that and then I go to NYC baby. Sorry for the baby, I can't seem to say "NYC" without tagging "baby" on the end at the moment :)
I'm both excited and panic stricken. I'm not a bit organised for NYC, (baby,) and by the time I get home, it'll only be two weeks until Christmas. Incidentally, I need to post your parcel by the 5th so you'd better get your thinking cap on madam.
The Christmas decorations are up here at Cheshire Oaks and I heard my first Christmas music as I arrived this morning, this would usually fill me with horror but it was kind of nice.
My washing and ironing are done, (did it yesterday,) so I'm heading home for sorting and tidying.
Workouts have taken a battering of late, in fact, I have been positively rubbish. I did however do side leg lifts most nights and I'm still climbing my 5 flights of stairs each morning at work. After missing my run last weekend due to oversleeping, I ran for 30 minutes yesterday morning and again this morning. It felt great but didn't want to do more as one of my knees is complaining.
As I sped around the supermarket before heading home, I spied a very little, we're talking tiny, old lady, eyeing a box of Yorkshire Tea on the top shelf. I put two and two together and diverted down the aisle just as she raised her arm, her hand would have fallen short of the boxes by around 4 inches, or, she may have been buried under an avalanche of Yorkshire Tea. "Would you like me to reach a box for you?" "Oh yes dear, they always put these things so high up." I have no idea which "things" she was always out of reach of but with my halo positively glowing, and with my good deed of the day done, I continued to speed around the store before heading for fuel then home to tidy.
Sunday, 6 November 2011
Remember, Remember, the 5th of November
I must first rewind to Tuesday night and my musings;
So, I'm sitting here, in a pub, at a table on my own. Incidentally, this is the pub I used to frequent as a 15, 16 year old, I know... I'm disgusting and should be ashamed. Checking ID obviously wasn't so hot in those days. I walked through the door's with S as if entering a tardis or a time warp. It was most peculiar. It seemed run down and dingy. When I was here last, it was heaving with bodies and tonight, it's vertually empty. It's run down and sad, I don't know how it's still in busines but it certainly was a blast from the past.
S is having her reading with the psychic I've just been to and it was pretty much all about new beginnings. The best part about tonight has been nattering with S, you know that she has the gift of the gab and it's been great catching up. It's been a cheap and cheerful night. The psychic began with; "you have a daughter don't you?" Erm, no. Progressed to; "there is a significant man in your life, a Father or Grandfather." No, Grandfather was gone before I even got here, Father has been gone since I was very young, she then told me they were significant because of their absence. What??? I then got a .... "but you do have children right?"
So, you can see that she wasn't white hot in the psychic stakes. Still, she told me four or five things, the same things things kept coming up over the 30 minute reading and she gave me specific dates, none more than 12 months away so we'll know pretty soon how good she was, next month actually. You go to some readings and you're told; "in 18 months," or, "within 3 to 5 years..." by which time you've forgotten anyway.
Long story short, I've been on a hard road and made sacrifices but it's been worth it. I'm far too independent for my own good and if I don't watch out, I'll get crushed under the weight of everything. If someone wants to help me, whether it be with an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on, I should accept it. I told her that's how I was raised but she said it's because I'm a fire sign. Maybe I have a double whammy of stubbornness in the independence department?
Anyhoo, I should expect an upturn in finances around late December then more around April. April, a relationship will enter a new phase. By this time next year I'll have a new job and late November, December next year, I should be very aware of con men around my finances. Would be good to think con men would have any interest in my finances.
So, we'll see and as I said, it's not like we have long to wait. I wasn't late going to bed, maybe an hour later than usual but I'd had a headache all day and went to bed with it. When I woke, I felt like I'd cried myself to sleep... I hadn't. My head was pounding, my eyes felt swollen, and I felt like I couldn't see properly.
I probably should review the week at this point, sorry I'm so disjointed this week. Monday I was on pins all morning waiting on the results of sister's biopsy. I'd heard by 11.30a.m. and confess it was difficult to concentrate while I waited. Results could have been better, could have been worse. On a scale of 1 to 5, with 5 being cancer, we're a 3. An operation is required before the end of the month and we'll have to wait to see if follow up treatment is needed.
Family member due for surgery on Tuesday, phoned hospital before leaving and was told yes... come on in. Arrived after fighting through morning traffic and paying to park, to be told a mistake had been made, no beds available after all, therefore no surgery. So, a sleepless night, a days pay and a few grey hairs later, and he's waiting to hear his next appointment date.
So you see, the headache was probably a tension headache but by Thursday it was subsiding... a bit. I've had quite a few Friday's off of late but this Friday's drive in to work, was a gift. I cast my eyes on what I consider to be a very poor imitation of, and a diluted version of Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights. As I approached the bridge with total blanket blackness before me around 5.30ish, one patch of sky was mesmerising. As if lit from behind, this patch of sky was glowing with a green tinge. I couldn't see the moon and I couldn't see any cloud but we must have had blanket cloud with the moon placed firmly behind, imagine someone holding a torch behind an empty pillowcase and how the light would diffuse. It was all I could do to keep an eye on the road, it was so beautiful.
Apart from the worry of this week, hormone fighting, an atmosphere in work that sucked and an impending anniversary at the end of the week, I've worked quite a few extra hours this week too, the equivalent of almost a day. It's now dark when I get home and when I finally got home on Friday night, I found it hard to function. A friend got in touch on Friday night but I explained that I was about to slip into a coma, I was so tired.
I went out like a light on Friday night but woke at 3.30am. I stayed there for a while, and I didn't think I'd be able to drop back off but I did and actually overslept, I must have needed the sleep. After a whistle stop tour of Asda for a few essentials, I'm now at the Trafford Centre which is bedecked in Christmas, it looks lovely. Apart from a few bits, I'm here mainly to gather ideas.
I'm booked in for a hair cut this afternoon then plan on making a months supply of lentil and veggie soup. The aim of the day is to keep busy, but I can tell you now... I'm not liking the number eight.
So, I'm sitting here, in a pub, at a table on my own. Incidentally, this is the pub I used to frequent as a 15, 16 year old, I know... I'm disgusting and should be ashamed. Checking ID obviously wasn't so hot in those days. I walked through the door's with S as if entering a tardis or a time warp. It was most peculiar. It seemed run down and dingy. When I was here last, it was heaving with bodies and tonight, it's vertually empty. It's run down and sad, I don't know how it's still in busines but it certainly was a blast from the past.
S is having her reading with the psychic I've just been to and it was pretty much all about new beginnings. The best part about tonight has been nattering with S, you know that she has the gift of the gab and it's been great catching up. It's been a cheap and cheerful night. The psychic began with; "you have a daughter don't you?" Erm, no. Progressed to; "there is a significant man in your life, a Father or Grandfather." No, Grandfather was gone before I even got here, Father has been gone since I was very young, she then told me they were significant because of their absence. What??? I then got a .... "but you do have children right?"
So, you can see that she wasn't white hot in the psychic stakes. Still, she told me four or five things, the same things things kept coming up over the 30 minute reading and she gave me specific dates, none more than 12 months away so we'll know pretty soon how good she was, next month actually. You go to some readings and you're told; "in 18 months," or, "within 3 to 5 years..." by which time you've forgotten anyway.
Long story short, I've been on a hard road and made sacrifices but it's been worth it. I'm far too independent for my own good and if I don't watch out, I'll get crushed under the weight of everything. If someone wants to help me, whether it be with an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on, I should accept it. I told her that's how I was raised but she said it's because I'm a fire sign. Maybe I have a double whammy of stubbornness in the independence department?
Anyhoo, I should expect an upturn in finances around late December then more around April. April, a relationship will enter a new phase. By this time next year I'll have a new job and late November, December next year, I should be very aware of con men around my finances. Would be good to think con men would have any interest in my finances.
So, we'll see and as I said, it's not like we have long to wait. I wasn't late going to bed, maybe an hour later than usual but I'd had a headache all day and went to bed with it. When I woke, I felt like I'd cried myself to sleep... I hadn't. My head was pounding, my eyes felt swollen, and I felt like I couldn't see properly.
I probably should review the week at this point, sorry I'm so disjointed this week. Monday I was on pins all morning waiting on the results of sister's biopsy. I'd heard by 11.30a.m. and confess it was difficult to concentrate while I waited. Results could have been better, could have been worse. On a scale of 1 to 5, with 5 being cancer, we're a 3. An operation is required before the end of the month and we'll have to wait to see if follow up treatment is needed.
Family member due for surgery on Tuesday, phoned hospital before leaving and was told yes... come on in. Arrived after fighting through morning traffic and paying to park, to be told a mistake had been made, no beds available after all, therefore no surgery. So, a sleepless night, a days pay and a few grey hairs later, and he's waiting to hear his next appointment date.
So you see, the headache was probably a tension headache but by Thursday it was subsiding... a bit. I've had quite a few Friday's off of late but this Friday's drive in to work, was a gift. I cast my eyes on what I consider to be a very poor imitation of, and a diluted version of Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights. As I approached the bridge with total blanket blackness before me around 5.30ish, one patch of sky was mesmerising. As if lit from behind, this patch of sky was glowing with a green tinge. I couldn't see the moon and I couldn't see any cloud but we must have had blanket cloud with the moon placed firmly behind, imagine someone holding a torch behind an empty pillowcase and how the light would diffuse. It was all I could do to keep an eye on the road, it was so beautiful.
Apart from the worry of this week, hormone fighting, an atmosphere in work that sucked and an impending anniversary at the end of the week, I've worked quite a few extra hours this week too, the equivalent of almost a day. It's now dark when I get home and when I finally got home on Friday night, I found it hard to function. A friend got in touch on Friday night but I explained that I was about to slip into a coma, I was so tired.
I went out like a light on Friday night but woke at 3.30am. I stayed there for a while, and I didn't think I'd be able to drop back off but I did and actually overslept, I must have needed the sleep. After a whistle stop tour of Asda for a few essentials, I'm now at the Trafford Centre which is bedecked in Christmas, it looks lovely. Apart from a few bits, I'm here mainly to gather ideas.
I'm booked in for a hair cut this afternoon then plan on making a months supply of lentil and veggie soup. The aim of the day is to keep busy, but I can tell you now... I'm not liking the number eight.
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Weekend Mash Up
First of all, apologies for my laziness this week, normal service will be resumed shortly.
So, please allow me to rewind and to begin with Friday? There I was, I was thanking every God there ever was, that it was in fact... Friday. The working week wasn't bad until Thursday when, with one thing and another frustrating the life out of me, unfairness, injustice, poor management, hormones, and a friend showing concern... I almost lost it. It was talking to my friend that I realised how much has been going on lately. What's that game where you pile stuff on and pile stuff on until it's about to topple? Well, I suppose that was me, this week.
My friend asked if I was okay and I said that I was, it just seemed to be everyone around me, close family illness, close family depression, 2nd biopsy for a sister, surgery for another on Tuesday, family arguments, family not speaking, work awful, saying hi and bye to R and being no nearer to getting to you. Then... I got the usual, are you eating enough? Anyway, to top it all, I was actually more frustrated with myself for not making any changes in my life. If I'm so unhappy, what am I going to do about it?
We're now in a new journal madam, how many is that? So, I still felt pretty fraught on Friday morning but on Friday afternoon, I spent a wonderful few hours with my cousin and her new baby, you can't stay fraught around a baby can you? We discussed work and family and relationships and I think I made a new commitment to my cousin to visit more often. She was giving me these puppy dog eyes and as I'm the elder, I felt the need to step in with a solution. She's right, we don't live far away and while we've never been ultra close, there aren't many of us so I vowed to made the effort and be there when I can. The afternoon was just what I needed.
Saturday, I woke in darkness and lay there for a while waiting for my alarm to go off. Getting bored, I decided to check the time, it was 2.15am. I didn't get back to sleep but after a while, decided to get up and do something to improve my mood. Not having any drugs to hand... I decided to go for a run and I did... for an hour. It's months since I ran for that long and I had to talk myself into it in 5 minute sections after 30 minutes but it did feel good and I did feel a little lifted afterwards.
I'm heading home to iron then to go for a walk with B, I know that she's a little down too so I'll be reaching for the wine later.
The clocks fall back an hour tonight, we gain an extra hours sleep, but we'll be plunged into darkness by 4ish each afternoon.
In an attempt to make room in my freezer, I'm defrosting my way through the contents. I took out a plastic tub of; "I have no idea what," on Thursday night to have on Friday for dinner. Turned out to be chicken casserole and it wasn't bad, it's blow your head off vegetarian chili later... again, from the freezer.
People have varying views on psychics, are they; charlatans, fraudsters, counsellors, givers of hope? A local pub is having a psychic night on Tuesday and S, who lives around the corner from me, and moi... are going. I'm not exactly sure what I want them to tell me, but as pretty much everything seems to be a mess just now, anything they tell me could sound positive. It doesn't have to sound earth shattering... just full of hope would be good... no pressure.
I could of course end up with a dud but, if past experience is anything to go by, if they are half way any good, then I should get a good reading as I seem to be a bit of an empty vessel, I'm easy to tune into and unable to hide anything. I must be such an open book. So my dear, I will be here with a full report in no time... good, or bad.
Two women have just come into Starbucks. I've seen them before and each time think hmm, they look familiar. It's just dawned on me where I know them from, they used to be regulars at a hotel I used to work at circa 1987.
So, it's Sunday and British Summer Time ended in the wee small hours. My back/ hip were complaining yesterday but today, it hurts to breathe so absolutely no workout for me today.
I'm really enjoying the book you sent me; Eat Pray Love, and I love Elizabeth Gilbert's writing style. I bonded with her on page 1. I must warn you that I'm the slowest reader in the world, but I can't wait for the story to unfold.
For only the second time ever, I have just indulged in a refill which I'm entitled to with my filter coffee, I have time to kill today before dropping off a birthday present.
I watched Strictly last night and one of my favourites, a little girl, (she's Northern, 23, and a cutie pie,) had a wardrobe malfunction and was in tears after exposing herself. Nothing was seen except maybe from the front row of the studio audience, but I really felt for her.
Wardrobe need to get their act together this year. There have been a few incidents already. The professional dancers and the celebrities put their trust in the wardrobe department and they should deliver. How would they like to be exposing themselves in front of millions of viewers on prime time television?
Do you look for signs? You know by now that I do. For a week or more, I was wondering what ever happened to some dressy Capri pants that I have never worn, the label is still on them, or at least was. Saturday morning, after losing feeling and sensation in my fingers, I though that I should find a jumper to wear for my afternoon walk with B. As I reached for the jumper that I haven't worn for a couple of years but had firmly imprinted in my brain as the one I should wear, what was underneath the jumper, but, the dressy Capri pants, with label intact. They are now a little on the big side incidentally.
Today, in the lounge, I spotted a white feather. It's probably originated from my bedroom pillow and I've somehow walked it in here but still... a white, symbolic feather. Funny huh?
Sorry if I sound a bit down, I'm fine honestly. Results of a biopsy tomorrow, surgery on Tuesday, God knows what in the middle then Mum's anniversary on Saturday, then I should feel remotely normal... hopefully. Until then... just give me a very wide berth. Love you x
So, please allow me to rewind and to begin with Friday? There I was, I was thanking every God there ever was, that it was in fact... Friday. The working week wasn't bad until Thursday when, with one thing and another frustrating the life out of me, unfairness, injustice, poor management, hormones, and a friend showing concern... I almost lost it. It was talking to my friend that I realised how much has been going on lately. What's that game where you pile stuff on and pile stuff on until it's about to topple? Well, I suppose that was me, this week.
My friend asked if I was okay and I said that I was, it just seemed to be everyone around me, close family illness, close family depression, 2nd biopsy for a sister, surgery for another on Tuesday, family arguments, family not speaking, work awful, saying hi and bye to R and being no nearer to getting to you. Then... I got the usual, are you eating enough? Anyway, to top it all, I was actually more frustrated with myself for not making any changes in my life. If I'm so unhappy, what am I going to do about it?
We're now in a new journal madam, how many is that? So, I still felt pretty fraught on Friday morning but on Friday afternoon, I spent a wonderful few hours with my cousin and her new baby, you can't stay fraught around a baby can you? We discussed work and family and relationships and I think I made a new commitment to my cousin to visit more often. She was giving me these puppy dog eyes and as I'm the elder, I felt the need to step in with a solution. She's right, we don't live far away and while we've never been ultra close, there aren't many of us so I vowed to made the effort and be there when I can. The afternoon was just what I needed.
Saturday, I woke in darkness and lay there for a while waiting for my alarm to go off. Getting bored, I decided to check the time, it was 2.15am. I didn't get back to sleep but after a while, decided to get up and do something to improve my mood. Not having any drugs to hand... I decided to go for a run and I did... for an hour. It's months since I ran for that long and I had to talk myself into it in 5 minute sections after 30 minutes but it did feel good and I did feel a little lifted afterwards.
I'm heading home to iron then to go for a walk with B, I know that she's a little down too so I'll be reaching for the wine later.
The clocks fall back an hour tonight, we gain an extra hours sleep, but we'll be plunged into darkness by 4ish each afternoon.
In an attempt to make room in my freezer, I'm defrosting my way through the contents. I took out a plastic tub of; "I have no idea what," on Thursday night to have on Friday for dinner. Turned out to be chicken casserole and it wasn't bad, it's blow your head off vegetarian chili later... again, from the freezer.
People have varying views on psychics, are they; charlatans, fraudsters, counsellors, givers of hope? A local pub is having a psychic night on Tuesday and S, who lives around the corner from me, and moi... are going. I'm not exactly sure what I want them to tell me, but as pretty much everything seems to be a mess just now, anything they tell me could sound positive. It doesn't have to sound earth shattering... just full of hope would be good... no pressure.
I could of course end up with a dud but, if past experience is anything to go by, if they are half way any good, then I should get a good reading as I seem to be a bit of an empty vessel, I'm easy to tune into and unable to hide anything. I must be such an open book. So my dear, I will be here with a full report in no time... good, or bad.
Two women have just come into Starbucks. I've seen them before and each time think hmm, they look familiar. It's just dawned on me where I know them from, they used to be regulars at a hotel I used to work at circa 1987.
So, it's Sunday and British Summer Time ended in the wee small hours. My back/ hip were complaining yesterday but today, it hurts to breathe so absolutely no workout for me today.
I'm really enjoying the book you sent me; Eat Pray Love, and I love Elizabeth Gilbert's writing style. I bonded with her on page 1. I must warn you that I'm the slowest reader in the world, but I can't wait for the story to unfold.
For only the second time ever, I have just indulged in a refill which I'm entitled to with my filter coffee, I have time to kill today before dropping off a birthday present.
I watched Strictly last night and one of my favourites, a little girl, (she's Northern, 23, and a cutie pie,) had a wardrobe malfunction and was in tears after exposing herself. Nothing was seen except maybe from the front row of the studio audience, but I really felt for her.
Wardrobe need to get their act together this year. There have been a few incidents already. The professional dancers and the celebrities put their trust in the wardrobe department and they should deliver. How would they like to be exposing themselves in front of millions of viewers on prime time television?
Do you look for signs? You know by now that I do. For a week or more, I was wondering what ever happened to some dressy Capri pants that I have never worn, the label is still on them, or at least was. Saturday morning, after losing feeling and sensation in my fingers, I though that I should find a jumper to wear for my afternoon walk with B. As I reached for the jumper that I haven't worn for a couple of years but had firmly imprinted in my brain as the one I should wear, what was underneath the jumper, but, the dressy Capri pants, with label intact. They are now a little on the big side incidentally.
Today, in the lounge, I spotted a white feather. It's probably originated from my bedroom pillow and I've somehow walked it in here but still... a white, symbolic feather. Funny huh?
Sorry if I sound a bit down, I'm fine honestly. Results of a biopsy tomorrow, surgery on Tuesday, God knows what in the middle then Mum's anniversary on Saturday, then I should feel remotely normal... hopefully. Until then... just give me a very wide berth. Love you x
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