For You, Daddy!

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

Silver Threads Among The Gold

 

 

 

 

 

 

This song is one of many Daddy sang when he played the guitar. It is also a piece I learned to play on the piano when I was 8.

 

 

Of all the YouTube offerings, I chose this one because the scratchy vinyl took me back to my childhood and our well preserved gramophone.

 

This post has nothing to do with that song, but towards the end (of this post), I have used the words ‘Silver’ and ‘Gold’ because they mean something in this post.

 

 

Let’s go for the gold … and silver, shall we?

 

 

D’ya remember I ended my last post,

Thank You

https://foryoudaddy.wordpress.com/2014/03/01/thank-you/

with this, um, cliffhanger?

 

The ‘All of you’ at the bottom of the sheet are not, um, any of you who happen to read this post.

 

So who am I speaking to?

 

What kind of lame#ss jerk would I be if I didn’t keep you hanging until my next post by answering your question with one of my own?

 

 

So we are now at the aforementioned “next post” and here’s what the … oooh, secrecy was all about.

 

 

From the day Mum fell, through her hospitalisation and recovery at home, I kept our family and friends abreast of Mum’s condition with newsletters via e-mail. I may not have a Facebook account or one on any social medium, but I’ll be d#mned if I can’t be in people’s faces with the goings on in my life. 😉

 

 

The following text in brown is an excerpt from the last newsletter I sent out to my family and friends; when Mum was well and truly all grown up. I mean, when she kicked her walking cane to the curb and began speeding along on her own steam.

 

 

For you. And you. And you.: I mean, All of you.   

A message for y'all!

A message for y’all!

 

 

 

 

From Her Heart: Not just the bottom, but her whole heart.

With gratitude and appreciation.

 

 

 

This second attempt is a more clear shot of the scroll that Mum’s holding in the first picture. I’m still pants at taking photographs, and I did not realise I needed to be closer to Mum for you to read, um, my artwork. Look at the camera flash in the mirror? I’m not even amateur level. Oh, and how about my matchstick arms going all selfie and photobomb-ing this shot? L-o-s-e-r! That’s me. At photography. Only. 😉

 

 

Oh, you don’t see your name on that list? Actually, those three people are none of you reading this newsletter. Nope, not even you, Chris, or mJ. Well, you’re mJ, not MJ. Those are other friends of mine and I had requested Mum to thank them for something else altogether. All of you reading this are the All of you mentioned at the bottom of the scroll.

 

 

Nah uh. Not so quick with the sulks. Just because you’re at the bottom doesn’t mean you are the least important. All of you have been mentioned in silver and gold. Those shades were by design, not coincidence, me lovelies.

 

 

Uh oh. I’m busted? I used the colours silver and gold for All of you, but I don’t like silver and gold jewellery? Um.  Yeah. You’re right. Kinda.

 

 

Being an oddball in the family for as long as I can remember, I’ve never been fond of gold (jewellery) even as a child. I took to silver in a big way in my teens. But I stopped purchasing precious or semi-precious metal and stones in 2000-ish. Um, because I jumped the tree hugging bandwagon and tried to do my bit by not bling-ing out at the cost of bleeding the bowels of Mother Earth.

 

 

A few years later, I got worse when I Blood Diamond-ed (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0450259/) my thinking.

 

 

And now I’m beyond redemption with my marketisation of society* mania conviction.

 

 

*What Isn’t for Sale? by Michael J. Sandel, Harvard Professor  

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2012/04/what-isnt-for-sale/308902/

 

 

So yes, I may not buy precious metals anymore and I seldom use what little I have, but don’t let that take away from the fact that I consider All of you precious, k?

 

 

Your support – in person to those who could and the rest via other means – has helped Mum on her journey back to independence. It wasn’t easy for her, it wasn’t easy for me. A lot of times, it was downright exhausting for her physically and exhausting mentally for me. With prayer, and support from a lot of wonderful people including your lovely selves, Mum is … on the loose again! Ha ha!

 

 

 

Mirror, Mirror

 Me, Sis-in-law, Mum and Big Sis

 

 

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It is Earth Day (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth_Day) this month. Tuesday, April 22, to be precise.

 

You know the scroll that Mum’s holding in the very first photograph? I’ve written  the ‘Thank You’ message on the reverse, blank side of an old calendar sheet.

Did you baulk at the table fan in the last photograph? No? Well, it is 39 years (g)old. Now please baulk.

 

 

I’m notorious for squeezing the life out of my possessions and recycling whatever I can get my grubby ‘lil green paws on. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

Quoting directly from the site:

100% of the profits from the sale of this limited edition T-shirt will benefit Earth Day Network.

http://www.earthday.org/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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P.S.: Cheerful Monk adds a footnote to every post acknowledging those who comment on her previous post. She also links the commenters’ names back to their own blogs.

 

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Saturday, 1 June 2013

Listen To Your Heart

 

 

 

Oh, hello Internet! Couldja please indulge me while I … I … I’ll be back in five! Wait! I mean, 5:04!

 

 

I simply gotta, hafta, cannot NOT listen to my ❤ …..

 

 

*bouncing off my chair*

 

 

 

 

Song: Listen to your heart

Artist: Roxette

Album: Look Sharp!

Even here at home, with my little, humble speakers, I can remember the bass thumping the club floors all those years ago.

 

 

Thank you, Internet, for waiting patiently while I danced (YET AGAIN!) to that Roxette number in the vid above.

 

 

 

The month of June – past, present and future – has a few things that are important to my heart. Hmm. That’s just like all the other months in the year. Never mind. Since it is June now, I will list 3 of those important-to-my-heart things in the month of June here.

 

 

The order of the events I talk about in today’s post is:  

Future i.e. ongoing

Present i.e. soon-to-be present

and

Past.

 

 

I.

 

It is World Environment Day on 5 June.

And you know I lurve ma otha mutha AKA Mother Earth.

 

 

 

Lovely pic, innit?
I stole it from
http://www.unep.org/wed/

This picture reminded me of one of the few times in my life I felt my jaw slacken in awe. 

It was when BFF Two and I flew into Ürümqi, 

the capital of Xinjiang Province in North-West China. 

Shortly after the craft had begun descent,

I glimpsed similarly majestic mountains for the first time.

 

 

 

 

II.

 

I live with my mother. Yeah. I’m one of thoseA parasite single. Bite me.   

 

 

I like hanging out with Mummy. Tomorrow, Mum and I will leave on a 3-week holiday. During this time, we will visit a few relatives who are now housebound owing to age-related incapacitation, and we will spend a week in the mountains with friends.

 

 

I ought to be anxious about this trip because this is my first long distance trip with Mum since 2006. Mum is bearing down on 82 now, and predictably, has slowed down a good deal since we traipsed across the Far East 7 years ago. Two years ago, Mum visited The Holy Land and parts of the Middle East with friends, but this unholy Jane did not tag along. Mum did very well on that trip and that is probably why, I am more excited than apprehensive about travelling with my older parent now. Meh, I won’t mess with my head-in-the-sand brain. 😉

 

 

 

Mum singing ‘Tennessee Waltz’ at her 80th birthday do nearly two years ago.
This song is one of many that Daddy and she enjoyed waltzing to.

 

 

 

Oh, since we’ll be outta here early tomorrow morning, if any of you* leaves a comment, I will only approve your comment, but not respond until we get back. I switch to ‘Unplug Mode’ in general every chance I get when I’m on holiday. Thank you for understanding.  

 

*I’m looking at you, Hook, and Elvie Rose. 🙂

 

 

Hook’s, um, hooked up at:

 

You’ve Been Hooked!  

Observations from the trenches….

http://youvebeenhooked.wordpress.com/

 

and

 

The Book of Terrible

Shining a Light on Mankind’s missteps…

http://thebookofterrible.wordpress.com/

 

 

Elvie Rose blooms at:

 

FLOWERSBLOOMS by “Elvie”

MY WORLD IS A KALEIDOSCOPE OF COLOR! Paintings of my life’s journey, experiences, cherished memories, emotions, thought, ideas and other interesting stuffs.

http://flowersblooms-elvierose.blogspot.in/

 

 

 

 

III.

 

Below is an excerpt from the newsletter  I sent out to my (personal) contacts in June 5 years ago. To be precise, I sent that newsletter on Friday, 27 June 2008. That date is significant to what I’ve referred to in the excerpt next.

 

 

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Guess who’s my latest Hero of the Day?

 

 

 

This image is from ‘All Things D(igital)’.

When looking through Google Images for a picture, this one cracked me up.

 

 

 

Bill Gates. Yeah, THE Bill Gates.

 

 

I’m a decade too l8, you sneer? Oh. Actually, I didn’t much care for him during his reign as the human Uncle Scrooge.

 

 

[In the last annual listing of Forbes Fictional Richie Richs, Scrooge McDuck takes the top spot. 

 

The Forbes Fictional 15

 

(http://www.forbes.com/2007/12/11/richest-fictional-characters-oped-books-fict1507-cx_mn_de_1211fictional15_land.html) ]

 

 

Sure, Bill opened the floodGates in terms of technology in our daily lives and I tilt my hat appropriately to that.

 

 

But he’s landed on my ‘Wow’ list now because today, Friday, 27 June 2008, is his last working day at the almighty Microsoft. (Apologies, MacUsers!)

 

 

 

Nate’s a Mac user. It’s his birthday this month.

 

 

 

As you all know, Bill Gates is leaving that daily grind to focus on his charitable foundation. And that’s what elevates him in my eyes.

 

 

Why should he care about the underprivileged around the world?

I mean, why should he care as much as he does?

Doesn’t he have the world to run? 

The top rung to keep warm on that Forbes list? 

 

 

Those things might have been important to him earlier on, but apparently, not anymore.

 

 

There must be others like me, who cannot believe he’s chucking aside all that to pursue something less glamourous in the eyes of the business world mainly, but I admire him now for having the courage to follow his passion and go after what’s important to him.

 

 

I’ve got to add, that I believe, that what he’s going to do now on is no more significant than anyone who places their own personal happiness over the perceived standards of the world.

 

 

For instance:

 

A person who chooses to give up a powerful position at work to become a stay-at-home parent. 

 

or

 

A jet-setting professional who gives up a lucrative career to live on a farm. 

 

 

To me, (the examples of) the two people I’ve cited above are just as heroic.

 

 

 

I believe

that

the most important thing

is

for me

to direct my listening inward,

tune in to my heart

and

do

what my little ticker tells me

is likely

to make me

happy.

 

 

 

While doing what makes me happy, be it something elementary or eminent, if someone else can benefit, too, even better, me thinks! 

 

 

Bill Gates is yet another person I know of who listened to his heart.

 

 

 

For opening the Windows of the world to us

 

and

 

For being yet another person to propel me to listen to my heart,

 

‘Thank You’,

 

and

 

‘Good Luck’  

With your new “career”, Mr.Gates!

 

 

 

 



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Thank you, You’ve Been Hooked! and FLOWERSBLOOMS by “Elvie”, for liking my last post.

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P.S.: Cheerful Monk adds a footnote to every post acknowledging those who comment on her previous post. She also links the commenters’ names back to their own blogs.

I like both these practices of acknowledging the time and effort made to comment, and the free advertising! So I’m doing what I do well – being a copycat! 



 

 

 

 

Saturday, 1 December 2012

Challenge: Below The (Water) Line

Filed under: Bestie Boy,Environmentally Friendly,Food,Personal Beliefs — by For you, Daddy! @ 4:30 am
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Two posts earlier, I began a series on the two challenges I set myself up for this year. This post is about the second challenge.

 

 

To read about the first challenge, please read:

 

 

Challenge:  Below The (Poverty) Line, Part 1 of 2

(https://foryoudaddy.wordpress.com/2012/11/01/challenge-below-the-poverty-line-part-1-of-2/)

 

 

Challenge:  Below The (Poverty) Line, Part 2 of 2

(https://foryoudaddy.wordpress.com/2012/11/01/challenge-below-the-poverty-line-part-2-of-2/)

 

 

This second challenge was close on the heels of the first one. Let’s head back to the excerpts of the conversation between Bestie Boy and myself.

 

 

Once again, Bestie Boy’s text in green and mine in brown.

 

 


 

 

Bestie Boy: I, too, read a blog by a guy who also leaned more on the pragmatic side of the story*. But it was entertaining reading nonetheless.

 

 

*About that blogger’s experience with the ‘Below The Line‘ (https://www.livebelowtheline.com/) challenge.

 

 

Me:  There’s nothing entertaining about the pragmatic side of things for me. And pragmatic is what it all boils down to eventually.

 

 

As I said above, knowing something and doing it are different. The latter is a lot harder, of course. Slacktivism is all the rage. Signing petitions, participating in rallies, awareness and fundraising events, donating cash or material kind; all these are wonderful and necessary, but to me, these are the easy ways out. More importantly, I do not think these practices alone are sufficient to reduce the damage in the first place, or reverse it.  

 

 

The only way to ascertain we meet these goals (reduce and reverse) is to roll up our sleeves and get dirty. An unexpected bonus? The feeling of satisfaction knowing that we are trying to make the all important difference. As with most things in my life, I prefer to be on the vaccination side than the Band-Aid side. Meaning, I prefer being proactive rather than reactive; prevent more than cure.  

 

 

I do not like the pragmatic side of the practices to help causes I believe in. Deprivation, in whatever form or to whatever degree, is not fun. So much so, I get quite annoyed with myself when I learn new little ways to do something to further a cause that’s important to me because eventually, it’s always about sacrificing. 😦

 

 

My latest ‘gig’ for example. The monsoons are upon us. Years ago, there used to be a fishing ban from early June to the end of August. This was not only because the waters were too rough for the traditional canoe-style fishing boats to venture into the deep sea, but also to allow marine life to breed normally.

 

 

Over the past decade, that has changed. From 3 months, the fishing ban was reduced to a shocking one month. The reason? Greed. Technology helped; with mechanised fishing trawlers that made it relatively safer for vessels to brave the raging monsoon waters.  

 

 

 

 

The green peeps here in my state fought and managed to get the ban extended for an extra 15 days last year. Only to have that decision overturned and trashed this year. And then, I just had to go and read an article, and discover what one of the pro-longer-ban guys, a scientist, said. I’ll summarise his rant concern below in blue.

 

 

Earlier generations did not eat fresh fish during those 3 monsoon months i.e. June, July and August. They survived on a variety of salted fish preparations. (Our family did, too, even until I left home for uni.)

 

 

Today, outside the banned period of one month, we eat freshly caught fish.

During the banned period of a mere month, we eat fish that has been caught earlier and frozen.

 

 

Both varieties come at an enormous cost to the environment. Eating fresh fish before and after the reduced ban does not allow marine life to breed normally and this results in the stock of fish not being replenished for the following season.  

 

 

Bottom line: An unsustainable practice.

 

 

As soon as I read that, what do I go and do?

 

 

What I did as a child.

 

 

No fresh fish for three months i.e. June to August. Arrgh!  

 

 

 

Thank you, Bill Hitchcock, for permitting me to share this image from your site,

www.BillHitchcock.org

 

 

Mum still has her quota of fish at lunch time and I don’t grudge her that at all. She’s 81; she’s, ahem, excused.

 

 

For her 81st three months ago, I had ’81 Is Fun’ inscribed on her cake.
Mother certainly lives it up!

 

 

I hate learning all these joy-of-life sucking tips, Bestie Boy. I hate that my conscience doesn’t permit me to not practise what I know (will help the causes that are dear to me).

 

 

Oh, but I LOVE bragging about these deprivation gigs.

 

 

I’m in the throes of a bragging episode right now. 🙂

 

 

Bestie Boy: Oh no! Wa-hay, here we go again! No fish for three months, huh? That’s a pret-ty big fish you’re chasing, Kate. You love fish, and you love pork, and yeah, yeah, you love basically all food, you grub hawk. Still, no fish for a flupping three months? How are you not going to be a fish out of water? Oi, no cheating with the frozen and tinned varieties, ya hear? No fishy business at all.

 

 

Me: I’m gonna try, Bestie Boy. This is going to be very hard for me. 😦

 

 

Bestie Boy: Meh. You’re going to nail this tail, K-Wizzle. I know it. Now go fish. I mean, don’t. *fist bump with pride*

 

 

And oh, the next time we go swimming and you see bubbles ascending from the depths, don’t yell at me in disgust, you mad piece of fool. It’ll be the ocean gurgling her gratitude.  

 

 

He’s BACK at it!

 

 

Bestie Boy just cannot resist a body of water. Despite the warning sign board, he flung off his shirt and cargo shorts and “attempted suicide”. (It’s what I ranted about after he had had his fun.)

 

 

Fortunately, he left his trekking sandals on. Oh, his Sponge Bob kecks, too. One can never tell with my dude bud.

 

 

And that uncertainty of Bestie Boy’s shenanigans is the biggest challenge of all for poor ol’ me. 😉

 

 



Thank you, You’ve Been Hooked!, for commenting on my last post.

Thank you, Bucket List Publications and You’ve Been Hooked! for liking my last post.

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P.S.: Cheerful Monk adds a footnote to every post acknowledging those who comment on her previous post. She also links the commenters’ names back to their own blogs.

 I like both these practices of acknowledging the time and effort made to comment, and the free advertising! So I’m doing what I do well – being a copycat! 



 

 

 

Sunday, 15 April 2012

Honour Thy Father And Thy Mothers

   

This love affair of mine is no secret.

 

❤ 🙂 ❤

This image is from http://www.zmescience.com/

  

Although I’m Daddy’s Girl to the core, I do have space in my heart for two more.

 

 

My birth mother and my earth mother.

   

 

Bursting with earthy wholesomeness!

This image is from http://www.wondercliparts.com/

  

I am terribly saddened by these events around the world.

 

  

Thank you, Elaine, for permitting me the use of this image on behalf of China Org.

This image is from http://www.china.org.cn/  

So I try my darnedest to do what I know. 

  

Thank you, Heidi McDonald, for permitting me the use of this image from your website, Unique Teaching Resources.

Thank you, Heidi McDonald, for permitting me the use of this image from your website, Unique Teaching Resources.

The above two images are from http://www.uniqueteachingresources.com 

  

Then, there are other things that I do to make my earth mother less sad.

You know how I began using newspaper to wrap gifts 4 years ago. That sent a few ripples of the ‘She’s NUTS!’ sort, and I got a significant number of the ‘She’s got guts.‘ sort!

You win some + You lose some = Life.

And for me, there’s only one direction in life – onward and upward.

So for the past four years, everyone I know has received their gifts wrapped, very thoughtfully, in newspaper. Last year, I kicked my mother(earth)loving mania up a notch for Mum’s birthday.

Mum turned 80 and since it is one of those big deal milestones, Big Bro, Big Sis and I decided the annual dinner for a few dozen at home would just not do. When Mum, the ace party animal, gave her nod of consent (before we could complete the question!), the little ones began a-plannin’.  

“I’ll do the invitations!” Baby (bug)Bear AKA me, offered excitedly.

From experience, my older siblings recognised that kind of enthusiasm as trouble. From experience, too, this baby in the family knows when she can push her luck. And Lady Luck smiled down on Batty Baby because this is the invitation all the guests, in country and overseas, received for Mum’s birthday bash.

Better believe it!

 I hand wrote the invitations. All 102 of them.

 

  

I took an A4, cut it in half, uh, jazzed up the edges on two sides with a pair of pinking scissors (please be impressed) and wrote down the details using my everyday pen.

Okay, I’ll give you all a few seconds to pick your horrified jaws off the ground.

I know what you’re thinking. “Such an important occasion and you gave out these … these scraps of paper? WHY?”  

Simple. Because it breaks my heart to see how invitations are trashed after the occasion. Yes, people ooh and aah upon receipt of glitzy invitations. The more ostentatious invitations go on to become a topic of conversation briefly among some. But they all meet the same fate. The grossly outsized ones, the ones with multiple puzzling parts, the ones with glitter falling out when first opened and the perfumed ones. All in the trash can. How much my poor earth mother bled to make us, ungrateful children, happy for a few fleeting moments.

   

I believe in this.

Each day matters.

This image is from http://www.georgianc.on.ca/environment/news/every-day-is-earth-day-contest-enter-today/

   

So 80th birthday or not, Mum’s birthday was just another day to me. As I tend to, I chose to put my foot into my mouth. It’s fairly easy for me now because I open my mouth so nice and wide to begin with. 😉

When I folded the invitation, I put each one into a regular white envelope. I skipped writing the guests’ names on the envelope, as is the norm. Then I explained to our mildly bewildered friends and relatives, that I did that so that they could reuse the envelope themselves.

And my final green touch to the invitations was travelling to the homes of the guests in my state by public transport. I chose to deliver the invitations personally so that I could spend time with each of them. Having lived away from home since I left for university, I am not terribly close to most because I meet them during my annual visits home and then again, at events – weddings, birthdays or funerals. I don’t know these outer circle relatives and friends as well as I’d like to. Spending time when delivering the invitations made a significant difference on that front.

The other reason I decided to deliver the invitations in person was because I wanted to emphasise that they not bring a gift as requested at the bottom of the invitation.

Instead, I requested they fill in the enclosed, large Post-It-like slip of coloured paper than Big Sis had added a little artwork to.

That slip of paper was for each guest or family to write what they wished for Mum or share their experience with her. Big Sis thought of this because she pointed out that Mum is a sentimental fool (like me).

  

A fool judges people by the presents they give him. ~ Chinese proverb

    

Mum has old handwritten cards and letters that are decades old. She goes through them at least twice a year when the family is together, usually around our dining table or in her bedroom. We read them aloud, talk about the ones who wrote them, run our fingers along the once familiar writing of those who live far away or who have passed away. And in some strange way, we feel like we are all together again.

Mother Hen with her chicklets.

Golden Girl – Mum

Little Girl Blue – Big Sis, Red Riding Cheongsam/Qipao – me, English Rose – Godbaby

 

 

Mum was delighted with all the notes that she got back. Most guests had filled up every little bit of blank space with anecdotes from the past, and we all learned so much more about Mum.

These are two of the least filled in slips we received.

From cousins Down Under.

This was the simplest one Mum got.

  

  

 

 

From close family friends.

This was my favourite one.

  

  

I loved this slip the most because Zinia added those little rose-y touches to it. 

Zinia thrilled me further by telling me that she did that as her little green contribution to the event. She and her family were delighted with the outcome, too, especially because they realised that something so simple could be turned into something so special. (Go, Kate, you green freak, go!)

 

Example is the school of mankind, and they will learn at no other.” ~ Edmund Burke (Irish statesman and philosopher. 1729-1797)

 

When I went around distributing the invitations, I was pleasantly surprised with everyone’s response when I explained the madness behind the reason for that very simple invitation. They understood my concern from the environmental point of view, agreed it was valid and commended me for taking that bold step. Most were honest enough to admit that they would not be able to do the same because they were too afraid of being ridiculed.

Ridicule? Doesn’t bother me. I get it so much, it’s like one of those magical little trace elements in my daily dose of multivitamins!

I’ll go further and twist the Adidas slogan and say – Ridicule is Nothing.

  

It’s a small price to pay if I want to live in this kind of a world.

    

A girl can dream, can’t she?

This image is from http://blog.woozworld.com/en/?p=3739

       

Earth Day is 22 April.   

::  :: ::  ::  ::  ::  ::  ::  ::     HEAR YE!   HEAR YE!      ::  ::  ::  ::  ::  ::  ::  ::  ::  ::

Bestie Boy arrives for a visit on 17 April. As you know, I am very particular about responding to comments that you all take the time and patience to write out. However, I will not be able to reply to comments you leave from 16 – 29 April.

I have been prepping for his visit and tying up things at work, which is why, my RSSed buds, I have not had the time to enjoy reading through and commenting on your blogs as well for a while now. Thank you for understanding.

I think of all of you. Our personalities filter through our words and that has helped me build up an image of each of you. Sorta like playing Sims (which I never did), but better! Because you are free to do your own thing, and I’m free to join you on your blogging journey.  

But I’m gonna break journey for a bit longer now.

And I’m going to walk on my head instead. 🙂   

 

    

 



Thank you, The Book of Terribleorples and  mj monaghan  for commenting on my last post.

Thank you, Don Cuney, Looking for Pemberley, The Ranting Chef,  The Book of Terrible, No Circ is WholeSon and orples for liking my last post.

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P.S.: Cheerful Monk adds a footnote to every post acknowledging those who comment on her previous post. She also links the commenters’ names back to their own blogs.

 I like both these practices of acknowledging the time and effort made to comment, and the free advertising! So I’m doing what I do well – being a copycat! 



 

 

 

 

 

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