Saturday, 30 September 2006
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Tuesday, 26 September 2006
After a more than wonderful weekend away with precious friends I have returned home again. The fast train zooming across countryside stopping only a few times. Absence has certainly made the heart grow fonder as I throw myself into the arms of Mr Doris meeting me at the station. Both the children are home and both give me the loveliest of smiles hello. Like I am someone special.
I sure love those big diesel trains standing at the platforms revving up ready to go. Taking me to beyond and then back home again. Thank you.
Thursday, 21 September 2006
Yesterday: walking home through the park a squirrel stood to attention just ahead of me and held that proud and majestic position until I drew up next to it, then it bounded off. It looked a magnificent creature.
This week: daughter is seventeen and very happy. I feel a sense of achievement and gratefulness that she seems reasonably balanced and hasn't felt the need to run away from home like I had when I was 16.
This weekend: I'm off to stay with a very good friend for a few days down sowf.
Just now: I'm plugged into NASA TV watching preparations for the return to earth of the shuttle with Anousheh Ansari (the first female space tourist) onboard. Anousheh has now written her first blog from space!
NB. I must be completely off my rocker..... Anousheh has only just returned to earth and I was confused as she didn't come back on the Shuttle but instead stayed on the ISS. And I've been reading her blog, well, bits of it, and thought that these were reports written whilst she was up in space but only being logged now. I shall scuttle off now. 29 Sep 2006
Thursday, 14 September 2006
Although I am committed to the idealogy of home education my secondary year age son will be returning to a full time school environment quite soon. It was son's request as a result of peer pressure from friends who said it was an okay school and I just investigated further and arranged a visit. Getting a place is not yet in concrete and we have had a few hurdles along the way but I am quite joyful as it all feels so right.
It turns out that the local rubbishy school wasn't so bad after all and had a lot of bad press. In fact the local school is wonderful to the point I want to cry at how lovely it is on both a pastoral, educational and even architectural level.
Then we find out that son can't have a place after all so I am to go through appeals. A few phone calls later and I already have references sent to the school who call at the end of the school day with some reassuring noises, that son is to attend on Monday for the usual testing procedure, and that one way or another they will squeeze him in.
The act of faith happened earlier today just after the initial refusal (from the council offices and by post - the school do not deal with their own admissions!) and I went into town to get a copy of the guidance for making an appeal. A bit further down the road is the uniform shop where I bought a school tie and sweater in son's size. Buying these essential items showed that I knew he would be going to that school. But I didn't show him until the call from school. He is happy and I am happy.
It has been an interesting wonderful day. This afternoon daughter brought home her A level exam artwork which she gave her permission for me to put up. One piece is appropriately in the breakfast room as it has kitchen connotations which she revealed the colours were based on our own kitchen which she liked. And the other piece which is Klimt in style, I put up over the fire place in pride of place in our parlour. She had no idea and thought I was going to put it up in the hall. She's just come home and seems secretly surprised where I have placed it.
It would be safe to say I am feeling quite smug with today.
Tuesday, 12 September 2006
Dinner was late so I didn't make everyone sit down for dinner so Mr Doris sat as his desk to eat and I on the chaise longue. Son decided he didn't like the dinner and refused it and daughter is a born again "for the umpteenth time" vegetarian. I don't think Mr Doris realised he hasn't been his usual attentive self and didn't acknowledge the lovely food. Me? I'm just in heaven with this gorgeous and sumptuous meal. I have no cares it has not been acknowledged, nor eaten by the kids. Tough. Their loss.
Another busy day. Loads of work, helped a local kid with his grammar which re-instated my confidence as a good educator, and possibly agreed to send son back into a full time school environment at his own request.
But the best bit of today was dinner :-)
Friday, 8 September 2006
Wikipedia says that Satyagraha is "the philosophy of nonviolent resistance most famously employed by Mohandas Gandhi in forcing an end to the British Raj and also against apartheid in South Africa".
At the meeting on 11 September 1906 it was Sheth Haji Habib, a Moslem, who had a huge impact on Ghandi [see the first link], and so began the effective process of "non violent resistance" which became the main force of the Indian Independence movement.
Over the years many still lost their lives but Satyagraha shows that there is a way other than terrorism and war.
Sunday, 3 September 2006
I am not one for conspiracy theories.
So many people died and were terrified in the events of 9/11, and so many more across the world since then as a direct consequence of 9/11. That is a fact and without a doubt.
I have just watched 911 Cover Up - 2nd Edition Recut which is online on Google video and is one hour 29 minutes. It is a compelling documentary.
On their website www.loosechange911.com it honours and respects those that have died. It encourages you to do your own research and to come to your own conclusions.
My thoughts after watching are:
- how many people must be involved if there was a conspiracy and perhaps you can keep 20 people quiet but the number to be involved in planning and planting explosives in one of the World Trade Centre towers alone must be enormous - someone must have a conscience
- there will always be different descriptions of what was seen, or different views after the events of what was possible, and that discrepancies of reports can not be seen as evidence one way or the other
- sometimes the bizarre happens in life such as the flight recorders being irrecoverable whilst a paper passport survives
- the 6 second collapse of WTC building 7 is beyond bizarre
- the fact that three buildings collapsed with almost perfect precision is almost unbelievable but that is what they did
- if those planes with passengers that flew into the Pentagon; and Flight 93 that was brought down; were not the ones then where are the passengers now
- it is most irregular that there is no consistent plane debris at the Pentagon nor the other crash site
Saturday, 2 September 2006
With Beta Blogger on board I've taken the opportunity to put a new dress on my blog. Makes a change from my usual provocatively garish colours.
PS. The change over to Beta was trouble free. I chose the Harbour template and re-did the images and changed colours. Am currently working through applying labels to all my existing posts. Any comments now arrive in my Googlemail account conveniently labelled with the name of the post it belongs with, so no more hunting through my blog to see where a comment was posted. It seems that in due course, anyone with Blogger will have to move over to Beta but of course by then it won't be called Beta!