Thursday, 29 June 2006
No night terrors last night, instead a complex dream set in modern day but with so many aspects from the 1940s. Knitted jumpers that in my dream I recognised as having as a child: stocking stitch panels and pointy collars. But I am not a child of the 1940s. A modern day friend of mine - we used to have a lot of contact and I feel bad that we don't have any now. She turned up looking older and bigger and to meet with my companion. For less than a moment my old friend and I looked at each other but I turned away. Somehow I knew she turned and went off with my companion as arranged and then the penny dropped and I realised who she was. I ran around the corner and called after her and flung my arms around her. Everything was OK with her as it always was.
We ended up in a house with lots of bunting. The woman of the house had the most impossible exaggeratedly-shaped 1940s lips. The bow of the top lip curled right out and pointed up. There was excitement in the house about the sound of aeroplane engines going overhead and so she rushed to put some extra special flags on top of the house. But I knew that these flags were sending out the wrong message and that the planes were enemy ones. I was terrified about the flags being put up but everyone else was happy. The planes were coming nearer, the lady with the impossible lips was looking skyward and I was scared we were going to be bombed.
At this point I wake up. Heavy arms. Body exhausted. I wonder how I do another full day in the real world feeling this tired.
Wednesday, 28 June 2006
Three times this last week I have had night terrors that had me jumping out of bed to avoid the spiders and other scary things. Something changed and I found myself fleeing to the other side of the house. Out the bedroom, down the hall and into the bathroom where I stood holding my beating chest and almost too terrified to return. Last night, aware in my sleep that I had this night terror the previous night, I told myself it was real this time and then jumped out of bed flinging bedclothes and seeking the bathroom. As I returned, quite awake, I felt the need to still search the bed for the offending creature.
Dear Mr Doris sleeps through it now and lets me get on with it. I feel guilty for not saving him and leaving him to the "monsters" and then there is a bit of me that wants him to rescue me. It is all so darned complicated if I think about it. Maybe by writing it down this particular night terror will go.
Or maybe there is something supernatural going on. Two other bloggers have had traumatic or disturbing nocturnal activities this week. But then I had that fantastical and wonderful dream in my last post.
And then I suppose there is the funny side that I don't wear anything to bed. I just hope daughter doesn't return late at night with friends in tow to see her mad mother screaming naked through the house. Oh, that would just be the icing on the cake!
Saturday, 24 June 2006
Once inside I was immediately attracted by the photographic display where a particularly fine processing of photographs was taking place. A specialist actually mixed the processing fluid herself so that it was vaguely violet and this had an effect on the overall development of the photos bringing out an incredible quality. She was using a fine paint brush in the fluid to "paint" the photographs and as her brush went backwards and forwards it revealed portions of the photographs that were being brushed. Some of the photographs on display were a special and previously unreleased collection of Prince Philip and blow me but who should also be there but the chap himself!
The food area was a massive hive of activity with tables of food stuffs that could be freely tasted. Of all the places in the world there was an old friend of mine who was there doing some demonstration cooking. I didn't know that she would be there and she was ever so lovely and walked round with me and we talked "food". Someone had brought in a photograph of a yellow split pea/lentil type dish which my friend made just by looking at the photograph! It was identical and so delicious - I love dahl type dishes - and I was so impressed with my friend's ability. The interesting thing was that they had the same dish ready made in a carton - one of those quality cartons and another ready made dish and they compared the texture, taste, colour and quality. It was amazing - I didn't realise how highly coloured the ready-made stuff was and was so bland and thin in comparison to the "real thing" made with organic produce.
In the background I could hear the "man" of this country house, I'm not sure if he was some landed gentry Lord whose inheritance had dwindled so that he was reluctantly forced to open up his family house to such gatherings. He was becoming frustrated and cross with his large dog who wouldn't come eat some lovely concoction someone had lovingly made. He sniped at his dog that the dog wasn't going to get some piece of steak like some common mongrel. How bizarre!
It is a pity because I can not remember all the lovely foods I tasted but what stood out the most (after the fabulous dahl dish) was a display of weetabix! I was asking my friend about these weetabix because they surely were not the regular branded weetabix with rounded corners. No, these had perfectly square corners and looked very stylish. They were stood on end in a display against the wall that gave it support. At the top end of each weetabix was a clear plastic sleeve that stood proud and contained a large serving of honey. There were a whole range of honeys and was the most beautiful display. With the crisp cornered biscuits each crowned with gorgeous amber colours of different shades. I'm not even one for honey but I started tasting the different honeys that I must admit I was carried away. The display fell a bit but I was just so into the honeys and ended up quite sticky and feeling heavenly. The jars were nearby but I can't quite remember all the different exotic and unusual names.
Next to this display were cheeses. In particular an English brie-type cheese from which I could freely take slivers. The soft cheese oozed its voluptuousness out the sides and was the finest cheese I had ever tasted in my life. Truly a culinary experience.
At this point I wondered whether I would say that everything written above this paragraph was actually a dream. There was no country house, no food festival, no photographic techniques display, no foodie friend from the past and no tasting. It is Saturday morning and I've woken up late. That's it. It was a very lovely dream though except the worrying bit at the beginning with the bus. I think I actually went to the festival by mistake because of being stuck behind the bus. Curious.
Tuesday, 20 June 2006
Did it work? Nah, it didn't for me either. Have you a headache? Sorry!
Meanwhile, I'll continue to be off elsewhere with my head to the grindstone. Back soon.
PS. I did make a quickie animation of the above image but dear ole Blogger wouldn't let me upload an animated gif :-(
And this was an exercise in pointlessness LOL
Monday, 12 June 2006
My sister in law is Czech so we may well be cheering them on in their game against USA.
I am quite partial to World Cup football. It can be excellent and exciting when it is good. Oh yes! Czech Republic just scored a brilliant full-on goal barely 5 minutes into the game.
Friday, 9 June 2006
June 10th is my first blog birthday and I was going to have a virtual party and invite everyone. But the Blogger system has been upgrading so blogs are often down or you can't comment. This is not a good time to be issuing invites and the like and could be considered a damp squib but never mind, ditch the party this year and onwards and upwards. I'll happily party for us all :-)
I have been thinking of what blogging has done for me:
- Exercised my creative juices
- Allowed me to express myself in a myriad of ways from writing to adapting graphics and to plain silliness
- Made me realise I can be a bit of a pompous ass at times
- Demons from my past have been taken out the cupboard, given a good shake out and thrown away
- I have felt a connection with others I have never met
- Others have taken the time to read snippets from my life and given me feedback and often a new angle and understanding and sometimes an overdue hug
- Times I have laughed and times I have cried
- The chance to enter into discussions with others I may never have had the chance to do so
- To be able to write anonymously so I am free to say what I like (except that a few people know who I am and I am glad they can keep in touch with some of my life)
- I can share the good times, the successes and achievements
- I can share the difficult times and feel like people care
- It has helped my confidence in myself and improved my writing skills
- I have learned so much
- It has been a positive distraction filling my hours with worthwhile activity
- It has been a negative distraction filling my hours with trivia when I should be getting on with other stuff
- It is a scratchpad where I can play and be as weird as I like
- It is a place to just be
In the time I have been blogging some have come and gone. I have wondered what happened to them and whether one day it will have served its purpose and I'll be gone too. I have become an avid reader of many blogs and then I move on.... it's just the way it is otherwise we'd do nothing but live our lives through other people's blogs. I could have gotten hung up on the guilt as well as the worry that certain others no longer read my blog but that is something else to learn to let go. Blogging has certainly been an interesting journey and one I wouldn't have missed.
Thank you to everyone for being who you are and sharing this experience.
Tuesday, 6 June 2006
I couldn't resist a nod and a wink to the pattern in today's date. Fairly unique and noteworthy.
The local radio are holding a phone-in as to whether we think the devil/evil really exists. I reckon that if we put energy into believing the existence of evil forces then we create them or give them power. So if we don't believe in them then they don't even exist. (This is NOT the same as hiding your head under a pillow because when you are hiding under a pillow the fear is still there.)
Bad stuff happens sure enough. And sometimes really bad stuff happens but that doesn't mean it was motivated by evil or the devil. Thoughtlessness, carelessness and stupidity are all more likely.
Likewise, if we put energy into believing only the best of people then good is manifested. It is encouraged and grows.
Some interesting beastie 666 number quirks can be found here especially the geeky stuff!