So, some French leader, called Chirac, makes a hoary old joke about British cuisine and, the phone lines to The Jeremy Vine Show (currently under someone else's navigation) are red hot with complaints from us Brits. Major crisis for G8!
On the other hand the Smirking Chimp, George Dubya, expresses the view that he's there solely to defend USA's interest, no irate phone calls! Maybe we don't expect anything from morons in any case.
- living and frequently struggling with moderate M.E. -
where (bad) health, faith, politics and the joys and troubles of daily life collide.
ME
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Monday, July 04, 2005
INterDEPENDENCE DAY
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY ... I pray that one day it will become a reality and, the UK will be freed from the pernicious presence of American military and spy bases!
I LONG TO CELEBRATE INTERDEPENDENCE DAY, A DAY WHEN ALL NATIONS CAN TRADE FAIRLY / COOPERATIVELY AND, THE UNSOLICITED INTERVENTION OF SELF-APPOINTED, SELF-INTERESTED, MILITARY WORLD POLICE BECOMES BUT A DIM MEMORY!
I LONG TO CELEBRATE INTERDEPENDENCE DAY, A DAY WHEN ALL NATIONS CAN TRADE FAIRLY / COOPERATIVELY AND, THE UNSOLICITED INTERVENTION OF SELF-APPOINTED, SELF-INTERESTED, MILITARY WORLD POLICE BECOMES BUT A DIM MEMORY!
Sunday, July 03, 2005
For That's My Day Of Rest
After a heavily aching limbed start to the day, sometime after 11.00AM, spent most of the day in suitably relaxed mode. Took one or two photos, both digital and analogue 35mm, of the water lilies in sunshine swallowing mode, before lunch.
Suddenly discovered we hadn't sufficient brown rice to go with the Madras + type dish I'd prepared last evening, so, not for the first time, improvised with a savoury Penne pasta.
After lunch watched some of the Wimbledon men's final ... Federer just makes it all seem so easy ... brilliantly easy!
"Songs Of Praise" from South Africa I found really inspirational; the singing both worshipful and praising. Rarely have I experienced such prayerful voices but, prayer of the right kind ... prayer that knows it gets answers! A real boost to my sometimes flailing, and frequently faltering, faith.
Later in the evening watched, for the first time, '55 Degrees North' and we were both suitably impressed and involved. Thanks to our friend Peter for mentioning this programme on his recent visit. After a brief lull, revisited the film "Wag The Dog" of which I must say "it is disturbingly funny".
Very big thanks goes out to BBC television, all these programmes were viewed on or (in the latter case) recorded from BBC channels.
Suddenly discovered we hadn't sufficient brown rice to go with the Madras + type dish I'd prepared last evening, so, not for the first time, improvised with a savoury Penne pasta.
After lunch watched some of the Wimbledon men's final ... Federer just makes it all seem so easy ... brilliantly easy!
"Songs Of Praise" from South Africa I found really inspirational; the singing both worshipful and praising. Rarely have I experienced such prayerful voices but, prayer of the right kind ... prayer that knows it gets answers! A real boost to my sometimes flailing, and frequently faltering, faith.
Later in the evening watched, for the first time, '55 Degrees North' and we were both suitably impressed and involved. Thanks to our friend Peter for mentioning this programme on his recent visit. After a brief lull, revisited the film "Wag The Dog" of which I must say "it is disturbingly funny".
Very big thanks goes out to BBC television, all these programmes were viewed on or (in the latter case) recorded from BBC channels.
LIVE 8 and sundry ramblings
Saturday, after a late emergence from the snoozepad, passed remarkably quickly! Really enjoyed dipping into the BBC coverage of LIVE 8 and found myself surprised by the performances that impressed me. To have so many significant performers on one stage in the course of 10 hours is a remarkable acheivement. One can only hope that it's function of consciousness raising has been equally significant! Problem is that the G8 World Leaders are FALLIBLE, and yes ... STUBBORN, HUMAN BEINGS just like you and me. Trouble is, being human means that they're probably JUST AS SELFISH AS YOU AND I and inevitably, to be where they are, they must have a POWER COMPLEX. Chances are, THEY ALSO HAVE A CONSCIENCE ... maybe we can start to MAKE POVERTY HISTORY.
Anyway back to the show: the performances that impressed me most were REM (no surprise there), Madonna (such a knockout performance ... I'm not her Nr.1 fan), Keane, Razorlight and Velvet Revolver. I enjoyed a lot more but, some of my viewing was disrupted by visitors, domestic chores, calls of nature etc. ... but, fortunately I have ten hours of VHS to skim through for the acts I missed.
In the afternoon, we went out for a Strawberry & Cream Tea at Berwick Grange, the Methodist Residential home where my father spent his last few years (from the age of 93 on). It made a pleasant change although, many of the visitors for this fund-raiser turned out to be the same ones who attend the coffee mornings at Helen's Chapel. On return from there, it was apron donning time as I prepared the major part of Sunday's Lunch.
Enjoyed the final episode of the current series of 'Murder In Suburbia', a wonderful lightness of touch and, touchingly human.
I still can't think what happened to the day.
Anyway back to the show: the performances that impressed me most were REM (no surprise there), Madonna (such a knockout performance ... I'm not her Nr.1 fan), Keane, Razorlight and Velvet Revolver. I enjoyed a lot more but, some of my viewing was disrupted by visitors, domestic chores, calls of nature etc. ... but, fortunately I have ten hours of VHS to skim through for the acts I missed.
In the afternoon, we went out for a Strawberry & Cream Tea at Berwick Grange, the Methodist Residential home where my father spent his last few years (from the age of 93 on). It made a pleasant change although, many of the visitors for this fund-raiser turned out to be the same ones who attend the coffee mornings at Helen's Chapel. On return from there, it was apron donning time as I prepared the major part of Sunday's Lunch.
Enjoyed the final episode of the current series of 'Murder In Suburbia', a wonderful lightness of touch and, touchingly human.
I still can't think what happened to the day.
Friday, July 01, 2005
An Evening With Sinna Luvva
Mid-evening, went out for an SP [Slow Plod] which these days seem to have taken the place of the BBW's. Farewell brief brisk walks, welcome the geriatric crawl! In one sense, it's the effort that counts but, what does effort bring .... an even greater one.
A sharp pain in the left knee can be passed off as a "twinge" but, the sustained dull ache which began in the ankles, and then commandeered both shins, is not so easily shrugged off! Every step taken seemed to demand a re-anchoring of the feet but then, the leaden ache attacks the calf muscles. Oh, woe is me! The next attempt to raise the foot, sadly, seems to confirm that the foot was well and truly anchored down.
Such is the nature of my multiple, but varyingly specified, ailments. As Jolson once said "You ain't heard nothin' yet!". As I have no need to remind myself of my growing antiquity, I will spare you further irritating details of premature geriatric decline.
The day has witnessed many moments of enjoyment; time spent with my beloved is always such, as is the garden pond, with lily leaves unfurling and the flowers opening and closing according to the phases of the sun. Have just been watching, for the Nth time, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. It never fails to entertain, escapism pure and simple. My initial intention was to transfer The Apartment to DVD but, after a false start, switched to the purer mode of escape!
A sharp pain in the left knee can be passed off as a "twinge" but, the sustained dull ache which began in the ankles, and then commandeered both shins, is not so easily shrugged off! Every step taken seemed to demand a re-anchoring of the feet but then, the leaden ache attacks the calf muscles. Oh, woe is me! The next attempt to raise the foot, sadly, seems to confirm that the foot was well and truly anchored down.
Such is the nature of my multiple, but varyingly specified, ailments. As Jolson once said "You ain't heard nothin' yet!". As I have no need to remind myself of my growing antiquity, I will spare you further irritating details of premature geriatric decline.
The day has witnessed many moments of enjoyment; time spent with my beloved is always such, as is the garden pond, with lily leaves unfurling and the flowers opening and closing according to the phases of the sun. Have just been watching, for the Nth time, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. It never fails to entertain, escapism pure and simple. My initial intention was to transfer The Apartment to DVD but, after a false start, switched to the purer mode of escape!
Thursday, June 30, 2005
An Attempt To Overcome Defeat
THE BODY SNATCHERS
The body snatchers called
and found me void –
where once there was
a vibrant heart,
and thoughts teemed
endlessly around -
a residue
of aches and pains
delineates the core -
and Sisyphus rejoices
to have found
a new companion.
Malcolm Evison
30 June 2005
The body snatchers called
and found me void –
where once there was
a vibrant heart,
and thoughts teemed
endlessly around -
a residue
of aches and pains
delineates the core -
and Sisyphus rejoices
to have found
a new companion.
Malcolm Evison
30 June 2005
Sorry
Tonight, I simply don't have the energy to blog! Come back soon ( that applies to my energy, as well as any readers)!
Today's Update
I remained seated*, near the door, for the seventy-five minutes of last night's gig; even so, that morale boost described in the previous entry, seemed to carry the seeds of it's own comeuppance. If you're not fed up with tales of health woes and (unsolicited) self-pity, the Revenger's Progress can be found in The Night May Have A Thousand Eyes and And The Day's Eyes Are Closed both reported by Heterocon.
* not for the lack of desire to get up and bop, a simple series of whims of nature disbars me from such activity!
Had I not long since rejected the validity of any Theodicies, my faith being rescued by, and rooted in, the miracle of love and care, I really would be struggling!
* not for the lack of desire to get up and bop, a simple series of whims of nature disbars me from such activity!
Had I not long since rejected the validity of any Theodicies, my faith being rescued by, and rooted in, the miracle of love and care, I really would be struggling!
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Oh, What A Night
As the day wore on, the discomfort in the armpits and, a very distinct sharp ache in the elbow developed. Took a few photo's of the freshly rain wetted water-lily pads and, had fun editing and adjusting same.
Around 6.00PM prepared a char-grilled (lemon, ginger & soy sauce dressed) Salmon dish, served with new potatoes and broccoli (lovingly steamed by ma belle amoureuse).
At 8.30Pm went out for a short diversionary walk prior to attending The Manhattan Club where LIFT were playing a charity gig. Nearly didn't make the venue owing to a panic attack but, Helen's gentle coaxing won the day and, what a treat the event turned out to be. The quartet [Jonti Linford, Norrey Considine, Mike Starkings and Dan Jones] performed an eclectic set ... Aerosmith, Wheatus, The Eagles, Stevie Wonder, Paul Carrack +++ ... with great versatility and verve, combining accomplished vocal harmonies with an alternating instrumental line-up. All performers are also members of the established Harrogate band The Nightjars.
That makes it twice in five days, that I've managed to be out for a considerably longer time than the past eighteen months or so had borne witness to. So the combination of Peter & Pamela's weekend visit and, my respect for the musicianship of Jonti and Mike, continues to have a miraculous effect on my life. Thanks to all concerned!
Around 6.00PM prepared a char-grilled (lemon, ginger & soy sauce dressed) Salmon dish, served with new potatoes and broccoli (lovingly steamed by ma belle amoureuse).
At 8.30Pm went out for a short diversionary walk prior to attending The Manhattan Club where LIFT were playing a charity gig. Nearly didn't make the venue owing to a panic attack but, Helen's gentle coaxing won the day and, what a treat the event turned out to be. The quartet [Jonti Linford, Norrey Considine, Mike Starkings and Dan Jones] performed an eclectic set ... Aerosmith, Wheatus, The Eagles, Stevie Wonder, Paul Carrack +++ ... with great versatility and verve, combining accomplished vocal harmonies with an alternating instrumental line-up. All performers are also members of the established Harrogate band The Nightjars.
That makes it twice in five days, that I've managed to be out for a considerably longer time than the past eighteen months or so had borne witness to. So the combination of Peter & Pamela's weekend visit and, my respect for the musicianship of Jonti and Mike, continues to have a miraculous effect on my life. Thanks to all concerned!
The Day That The Rains Came Gently Down
The sky's a milky grey, the air rather fresh and, I for one am not complaining. To be honest it made a change to stand by the pond, weatherproof garmented, as I scattered the food for it's piscine occupants.
After my improved day yesterday, night-time caught up with me and, around 2.00am, had to hunt around in the dark to find an elbow support ... every little movement seemed to send shockwaves from the elbow through the upper arm, spreading into an overall upper torso discomfort. Once strapped, a reasonable night's sleep swiftly ensued! Although I had a little breakfast before Helen went out mid-morning, I finally managed to remove myself from the bed's confines at the crack of noon!
Apart from downloading Beethoven 7 (MP3) from the BBC website, and reading a few e-mails, my time has been spent in blissful idleness! Actually the "blissful" is a slight exagerration, the idleness is more a result of my current de-energised state of being. Twinges, in varying degrees and variously scattered, make me feel grateful that they are not more painful. Today I play Polyanna! [How long can it last?]
After my improved day yesterday, night-time caught up with me and, around 2.00am, had to hunt around in the dark to find an elbow support ... every little movement seemed to send shockwaves from the elbow through the upper arm, spreading into an overall upper torso discomfort. Once strapped, a reasonable night's sleep swiftly ensued! Although I had a little breakfast before Helen went out mid-morning, I finally managed to remove myself from the bed's confines at the crack of noon!
Apart from downloading Beethoven 7 (MP3) from the BBC website, and reading a few e-mails, my time has been spent in blissful idleness! Actually the "blissful" is a slight exagerration, the idleness is more a result of my current de-energised state of being. Twinges, in varying degrees and variously scattered, make me feel grateful that they are not more painful. Today I play Polyanna! [How long can it last?]
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)