Don’t need it.

We can fill our computer’s up in a short time with waste of time rubbish there are loads of apps to choose from all sound useful and exciting but we don’t need them and before we know it our computer is choked with stuff we never really needed.  Not only that but even the useful stuff we download can have in excess of added stuff we don’t need to fill up our computer and cause problems,we never really have enough space for all the stuff added on we don’t need and getting rid of it can make life difficult and can destroy what we do need.



It is true I need more sleep because for years I have been on water tablets due to kidney problems I am up and down all night most nights for a pee. Point is that experts tell us we need eight hours sleep a night and I think it is more important that the quality of sleep is good not the length of time we sleep if we can get a quality couple of hours sleep it is better than eight hours poor quality sleep. I have known a chap that slept for twelve long hours at a time and was dead at 50 years of age and another chap that went to bed late and got up early every morning who is still active at 70 years of age.

Autumn to winter.

It is autumn or the fall and it is beautiful but a bit of a sad time as the year draws to a close but it as been a hard year for me and my hubby with my ending up spending months in hospital after an emergency op that left me totally disabled.

Soon we will spend more time on the web writing our blogs with nothing out doors left to do, Christmas approaches at least it was once Christmas now it is not what it was, now it as no other meaning than to spend, spend, spend, and many either don’t know its meaning or don’t want to know. Its just a holiday.

Won’t like you.


0n face book I received a message of sorts I say of sorts because it was a colourful attractive quote, it said—

“People might agree with you but because its you they won’t”.

Its a bit like believing that if your nice to some one they will be nice to you,

so not so, there are people who don’t want to like you or me and whatever we do they still won’t like you so count your blessings and be glad there not in your life you don’t need such people nobody does .

Going solo.


I enjoy  going solo I enjoy the freedom one gets from going it alone I don’t feel the need for some one else’s company all the time. But when I have been in good company for a while that feeling goes away and I miss them and want to make for human company once again, but it passes.

Most things I do are solitary things, drawing and painting, writing poetry and short stories, I get bored easily and some times don’t bother to finish what I write knowing in my heart I have the ability to write well when I am of mind. I feel sort of ashamed that I have in a drawer manuscripts of original stories I have written and done nothing with. As for poetry I have lost so many poems I have written and forgot them over the years. I had a draw full of pictures I painted from sketches I did they are now tatty and not fit to show. I have wasted talents but I guess we all have.

All that glitters.

0ne of my favourite old sayings is “All that glitters is not gold”, and it means that what you see or hear is not always true or real. That is very much the case more so these days than ever before with the possibility of all kinds of cosmetic surgery and so much we can do to cover up who we really are.

We can feel very let down when we find out the truth about some one if they are hiding behind some thing or pretending to be some thing there not.

I like to make the best of what I have but I don’t want to change it not because I think its so great but its me and who I am and I am unique I don’t want to have a nose that is perfect or like some one else’s I know if I changed it for another I would never like it and in the end we need character and much more to survive to a big age in this life and looks don’t come into it. Infact I think too much surgery on parts of the face and body could make us look older as the years pass than we other wise would.

To be alive.

There is one thing about life giving you a rough ride you do appreciate each day when you have climbed out of that hole and can see the light again. When they were giving up on me and were about to let me die and I heard my hubby say “I am here and I love you” I used every bit of strength I had to fight back and he said the first time I gripped his hand tears filled his eyes.

The Stare.

Do you get fed up with people who stare, don’t ask them why they are staring because they wont tell you, I even wonder if they know why they do it, did nobody tell them its rude.
Just before I left hospital nurse’s came in and out of my room preparing for me to go home and standing in the middle of the floor outside opposite the door was a chap staring in and listing I stared back but he made no attempt to move.
When I came out of a restaurant a smart looking elderly woman stood and stared at me eyeing me up and down. Then often my hubby and I have seen a woman who stands outside the door stareing at the house and one day I looked through the window and she stared back without flinching.
You know when people who stare are not your friend try speaking to them such as hello and they won’t answer. Maybe they should learn to mind there own business before some one punches there nose for there cheek.

Listen to your body.

“Listen to your body” some one said. If I listen to mine I would never get out of bed, it is saying, “I am tired, I ace all over and every thing is an effort” but I still get up whatever sort of night I had and get on with things, I would hate not to be able to do anything and expect others to do for me as I had to do once when I could not even lift a knife and fork to eat on my own my hands would not grip them, my hands were so weak, my feet would not move, and I was so weak I could not stand for more than a second without falling to the floor and then I could not get up. Doctors gave up on me I became a skeleton looking creature hollow faced and thin, part of my inside taken away and a huge hole in my gut I was dyeing and I knew it. I struggled to pray to a god that seemed to not be there and not care, “God help me” I called and very soon I awoke in intensive care much to everybody’s amazement. I could hear people and picked up on there amazement “Hello”, some one said it was a woman wearing a green mask and green overall “You have come back we never thought you would”, said the woman with a huge smile. The struggle went on, I was still isolated from every one I had a major operation, a heart attack, and sepsis there was a long way to go but I was alive and it seemed my prayer was answered.