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Somehow the shoes – not the clothes – were what did for me. Two crammed bin liners in, and I abruptly threw the second one down and walked out of the room. (It needs doing. It needs doing.) All the dresses I’d had made for me by my tailor in the 90s and noughties, those went some time ago. I didn’t feel much more than a fleeting sadness for them. I’m older now. I wear different clothes. I couldn’t get into them anyway. That is the order of things as one gets older.

But the shoes, those are different. I could get into all of them. But I couldn’t walk in any of them, not five steps. And what would I wear them to? I don’t leave the house.

Dozens of spike heels. These ones I bought for a bash…

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Christmas Vacation is Over

Dinata Misovec

We walked the water to watch the sunrise at seven.  The wind was calm and the surface of the water smooth.  There were hundreds of birds out on the flats and flying just above the water.

b01 Sunrise Sunrise

b02 Gold Water Gold Water

b03 Birds in Sun Streak Birds in Sun Streak

Then it was back to work.  I sent the current version of “Big Creek” to Patricia, the editor, yesterday. I spent today updating my Big Creek blog.  I was not able to do it while we were in Big Creek because I didn’t have an internet connection without a cell signal. Actually, I only posted my original logs for 2015.  The other years have only the photos.  That seems adequate to me. See Big Creek.

The activity tracker is great for working.  I get so involved in it that I forget to get up and take a break.  The tracker buzzes my wrist periodically and tells…

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#JusJoJan I’m dreaming


200 Follows!

Never thought this day would ever come. Thank you to everyone who is following my humble blog. I only ever post thoughts which may be regretted a day later, but post and be damned right?

Thank you thank you thank you my dear friends, old and new, when I started this blog I was trying to come to terms with my illness and decided that I would blog regularly. That didn’t happen, then I decided to post something new every week. That also didn’t happen, when I failed in both of these attempts I decided that if 50 people followed me then I would continue. That came within the first year. My goal then was to repost anything which moved me, entertained me or struck a chord with me. I also feel compelled to speak out against anyone who threatens, bullies, or poses a threat to anyone.

I am not…

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The road to success: The 36 stratagems

Uldis blog

Hello, everyone!

It’s nice to be here and do something from my heart to try to improve Your and maybe even Your friends life.

One day I decided to visit my lecturer at university so I went there and asked for something useful whether it’s a book or movie that could give me something useful for life and he replied that  I should check out 36 strata… Sorry, what? I asked for repeat and he replied one more time – the 36 Stratagems. That word “Stratagems” sounded wierd for the very first time I heard. When he said that 36 Stratagems discovered Chinese people, I thought it’s another nonsense from China. Like those clothes. You bring home those new jeans which You have bought with a hope that You have something different than “Made in China”, but You find out “damn, it’s from China again like every part of my…

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Colcannon [oldie but a goodie]

A Study in Equinoxes

We broke bread at dawn

Cold and shivering

Faces dirty, hearts weary

the kettle boiling over

a dying fire

tea meant to soothe

our bones and joints aching

a bubbling soup hits our

nauseous bellies and

we fight to keep the swill down

covered in grease from that

horse we had to put down yesterday

war is no place for a noble beast

but man feels right at home

at first. and then he longs

for his own hearth

the wooden floors muddy

with boot and paw prints

ears burning from the

wife’s incessant nagging

and the fresh scent of

laundry set out to dry

left overnight. again.

the grunt of the pigs

digging in the slop.

Slop far more agreeable than

this soup.

And that trusty steed alone in the stable.

But a fence has no business caging

a noble beast.

A man feels right at home. At first.

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