A House In The Country

A large house beckons me; on entering I find myself part of a ceremony but, I'm not sure whether it's a wake or a wedding breakfast. Someone dressed in clerical garb offers to take my coat and I decline the invitation.

After a short time of general tittle-tattle, we are summoned to be seated. I'm still puzzled as to why I'm here but, at least there's a meal in it, or is there? Several clergy seem to be lining up to deliver their little homily's and suddenly the general tittle-tattle recommences. Around me the conversation turns to a wonderful range of furniture; "it's all in black and white", says one, "they designed it for the blind institute". It suddenly falls into place, the makers are none other than a young missionary couple I knew in more youthful times.

I need to stretch my legs and, on doing so enter a TV lounge. Alex Parks is singing so, I turn to one of the clerical throng and ask wheteher her staunch lesbian appeal will help sales of her new album ... if it ever appears. He grudgingly acknowledges that it will and, then reminds me of business to attend to.

I return to the great hall and, seem to have missed the meal's first course but, it's geetting late and I'm feeling weary. Get up from the table once more, open the door and, wham the hinges have become detatched and I hurtle into a nearby ditch, door in hand so as to prevent some major cataclysm.

Where am I going? Your guess is as good as mine; you've just been visiting my dream and so have I!

Asocial Anthropoids

There is a vast sub-species of anthropoid homo erectus, which apparently lives beyond the rule of any laws or social conventions. Henceforth I shall refer to them as homo automobilius. This sub-human species seem capable, at times, of sharing some of the values of homo pedestrianus. Somehow, it is only when they immerse themselves in their personalized phallic temples that they become homo supra-civil-law. Anthropologists have asserted, on occasion, that these beings are also human; regardless of gender, they quite happily put at risk the lives of all other members of the species, both automobilius and pedestrianus!

Another sub-species, known as homo policeianus, seem to ignore most of their deviant behaviour. The way things are going, h.automobilius will soon rid us of such encumberances as traffic lights, speed limits and road markings and, they will duly return to the primeval jungles and swamps that are their rightful home.

Dragonfly watch

As the day progressed so did the sunshine and, in spite of a rather wet start, we have had an afternoon of glorious sunshine accompanied by a light refreshing breeze.

Helen and I had a most rewarding visit to our local nature reserve, where the dragonflies (hawker variety) were putting on a fine display. Conditions were ideal and, it was wonderful to note the wonderful lime green iridescence of the heads on some of the large blue striped specimens.

Never before have I been so captivated by the (disproportionately) large eyes and, the sound of whirring wings. I felt quite privileged as one of them settled on my shirt front, where I was able to closely observe the massive orb eyes and menacing jaws.

Fortunately, Helen drove us up to a point quite close to the reserve's entrance which enabled my legs to hold out a little longer in the reserve itself. The last time we attempted to walk there, a general state of fatigue ensured it was a mission unaccomplished.

We are such dreams as stuff is made from

A night of fitful bouts of sound sleep, disrupted only by varied discomforts. Back ache, leg ache and chronic bouts of reflux are just a few of the luxuries bestowed on my past night's sleep.

Still, ours is not to worry, I also sustained considerable dream attacks. Does one have to seek out meanings or, should we simply revel in the sheer perversity of these subconscious visions?

Whether what I'm about to report on is one dream or a conflation of several nocturnal events, only the gods can tell. Once more I was back to college, indulging in mildly hedonistic pursuits as is the legacy which all students must honour. The obvious dream element was the fact that, this college was something of an intellectual power-house. Exam eve was approaching before the realization dawned that there was another campus to this college. For all my time there I should have been attending subsidiary lectures and tutorials at this alternate campus so, what I'd actually been studying was half of the course; why had no-one informed me? (Truth be told, no-one had informed me but, they were a nobody so I'd ignored their warnings!).

Before the exams, I had to pay a visit into town where I lost my wheelchair! The fact that I was in the best health I'd ever known and, had never been a wheelchair user, was a cause of some perplexity.

The clock ticked ominously and, panic set in. A suggestion was made that I should go to the Wearmouth (?) bridge and, I may find the lost article there. Each glimpse of the bridge turned out to be an illusion, a false horizon; the panic deepened, until I found the chair I wasn't able to settle the mind sufficiently to return to college. This was the point when I discovered the entrance to the alternate campus.

I did eventually reach the bridge which transmogrified into the greatest lost property office imaginable .... and then ... I awoke! All roads lead to nowhere!

In some way I realize that, my longstanding examination-phobia and, my current inability to cope with any travelling, do show themselves in this dream. Having said that, can it possibly have any significance?

Perhaps, from these dreams some stuff can be made!

Who knows where the time goes

I just don't know where today has gone; got out of bed earlier than yesterday, having had not quite so rested a night, did a wee bit of web-browsing and, behold it's lunchtime. Lunch took rather longer than usual, owing to our guests problem with swallowing but, next thing I remember is feeling totally fatigued. This fatigued spell was followed by an effort to get in a brief brisk walk before tea-time. And what does the brief brisk walk lead to? Fatigue!

My beloved enjoyed leading her service this morning and, has just popped around to the local chapel to recharge her batteries. Meantime, I just wile away the hours, until I'm once more prompted to wonder where the day has gone!

Mina Agossi

Isn't it wonderful to make a discovery but, it's also frustrating to find one has been missing out for so long. The discovery, an amazing Jazz singer, who frequently performs alongside a bass and drum duo; the name, which will now be etched in my memory, is Mina Agossi. Not only am I intent on obtaining her most recent album "Zaboum" but, her back catalogue contains some real gems.

Having just watched a video of her performing, I found myself totally mesmerized; she obviously likes to be admired, visually as well as musically, and I don't mind falling down at her feet ("rapt in wonder, love and praise")! As performer and composer, she is a force to be reckoned with.

Good morning world

Having only just emerged from the duvet-realm, I've not yet had time to know how I am today; truth be told, I'm still checking to see if it's me!

I was always given to understand that, the older one gets the less sleep is required. So, here you have Sinna Luvva the mental aberration. Of my past twelve and a half hours 'au lit', I would estimate that, at least, nine and a half of them were spent in sound sleep. (Isn't it strange, that the state of sleep that is so deep as to make one oblivious to extraneous sound, should be called 'sound'?)

Maybe, by the time I get my teeth in and, my spectacles on, the world will once more begin to make sense!

English Usage

Having realized that the Compose (Rich Text Editor) feature was not functioning in Blogger today, I contacted Support regarding this. In their reply they acknowledged that anyone using languages other than English was unable to access these features at present.

Being English by birth and residence and, using the English language, I was somewhat bemused by this response but, they were courteous enough to link me to a page where I could (temporarily) change my language to English. On following this link, I immediately saw the cause of my puzzlement; the language selected for me was English (UK) and, it was necessary to check the top button simply labelled English.

Is this yet another example of US Imperialism; their language is English whereas that of the Brits is apparently a secondary derivative – English (UK)!

A Remarkable Woman

Recent days have found me thinking a lot about my late ‘Mum’, a feisty working class lass, who never forgot her roots. It’s really quite strange how, at times, our thoughts take control of us, rather than allowing us to remain in control. The dominant thought is of all the love I received and, was fortunately able to reciprocate.

The last seven years, or more, of her life were spent as an invalid, a role which never became her. Back in 1997, I had been given half-an-hour to get to the hospital if I wanted to see her again; a massive paralyzing stroke and, heavy haemorrhage from a consequent head injury, received as she fell, convinced the medics that she would a) never recover from the coma she had entered, subsequently modified to b) if she did come round, it could only be in a totally vegetative state; brain scans added weight to this prognosis. After several weeks in a coma, she whispered to me that she loved me but, none of the medical staff would accept it as other than an involuntary groan which I’d interpreted thus!

Mum proved them totally wrong but, her “bereavement” process for the total lack of mobility and, inability to carry on with any of the handicrafts she so delighted in, proved most traumatic. Right up until her death in May 2004, she was always, in her mind, doing her baking or leading meetings. It was so sad, to witness this formerly active person reduced to a total dependence on her imagination, in order to continue to serve her Lord, and any people who may need assistance. At the same time she largely managed to retain a lively, perceptive and incisive mind.

Every day, I thank God for her and, for all the lives she so positively touched, even as an invalid!

A Slow Start

Got to admit, the combination of beanbag type lap-table and notebook computer is an amazing liberator. At least this way, I get around to apologizing for the lack of any evening blogs, yesterday, from either yours truly or Heterocon, without forcibly ejecting myself from the duvet realm!

Yesterday, from mid-afternoon onwards, I was quite simply wrecked and, never really recovered from the thwarted venture into town – ‘Tired or What’ – outlined by Heterocon. I even seemed to have aches in parts other ailments can’t reach!

This morning, I’m quite simply shattered and yet, I must have had some pretty sound sleep as I don’t remember the night.