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Reflections 2019 w35

6 hours ago one was in my allotment picking weeds, and apparently nettles. But here is the difference when someone has neuropathic issues, I feel, now, as though I have elbow length nettle gloves on. A thousand stiletto wearing ants are dancing on my skin.

My legs are different, I can walk through nettles and not be sure whether I have, or whether it is just my nerves playing up.

I’m lucky for, others it is much worse.

And it is something we give no thought to until it happens to us. We here its like nettle stings up my arms and think we know the sensation, most of us have had that sensation at some point. But we usually have that point pass. It is not the intensity that gets to you – it is the consistency of it.

For those of you that dislike marmite/vegemite, imagine having that taste consistently no matter what you drink or eat. For those of you that love the above, you are probable salivating at the thought; go with a kick to the nethers, as I cannot think of a more foul taste, I am not saying that there is not one, I cannot think of one, but no one likes a kick to the nethers.

The Japanese knew of the negative effect on a person to be subjected to a “harmless” drop of water, again and again and again. It is even called torture.

Is it in the mind? I have had one doctor say my mind is creating the pain, he did not say why, or how to stop it though, so pretty useless information. Or is it in the body, where we cannot escape it and we carry it around with us day by day?

And if it started for no apparent reason, and medication side effects have been dismissed. Why has the body not developed a control for it? Just what are the benefits to ones survival having this effect?

The human body is a wonder ours thing, but sometimes it just makes you wonder.

As I cannot sleep – again, a quick update…my hands are still tingling like I have freshly picked the nettles only minutes ago even though it has been closer to 12hrs ago. This has gotten old very quickly.

I feel for those who constantly suffer. And I hope you find rest-bite from it.

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Reflections 2019 w32

Its been a long day. I have my son this weekend and we went out for a day trip to a butterfly house and falconry centre.

Don’t get wrong, the place was good, small, but good. And it had the best bird display we have seen. The vulture came out did one part of the show then flew away to the tree over the lemurs. The skunks came out early. The owl did not want to play at all and the finale was a bunch of parrots let out of the cages with doves and swooping birds of prey all swooshing and circling around where we sat. Never have we been to a display that the birds have been given that amount of freedom to fly.

And although the size of the butterfly house did not compare with the scale of the one from my childhood memory, it did beat it by having the iguana roaming around and the branches adorned with colourful birds flying around inside along with the butterfly’s.

For me butterfly houses are a special place, somewhere that you can be surrounded by colourful butterfly’s defying gravity, with a chance of them landing on you. A far cry from my childhood memory of the pinned butterfly’s at my local museum.

The place had also done clever things with models dotted around, making it a different atmosphere from the usual wildlife centres we go to. It was a pleasant day out.

It is unlikely we will go again as the travel time, sadly, was greater than the time spent there, making it too far for a day trip with the time constraints we have, but other centres are now going to be compared with this one.

If anyone is interested it is called https://www.butterflyhouse.co.uk/

It also tries to raise money for other charities, the one at the moment is to try to protect vultures. They are facing a very human threat – poisoning. The poachers take a couple of hours to get the ivory off the poached animals, the vultures circle above alerting the authorities, so they poison the carcass. Yet another species that may become extinct during my lifetime.

It is beginning to feel like all our future children are going to know of wildlife is the pinned, stuffed and models in museums, accompanied by stories of how we came to kill them all. Yet we still mock those that saved two males of the dodo bird.

Are we any better?

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Reflections 2019 w27

Well my skin is taking a strange turn this year. Instead of the usual red head burn and peel, if I misjudge being outside by 5 minutes, my skin is burning and going white. Not that the Scottish DNA that runs in the family does not provide a white sun intolerant skin as it is.

Usually if I can do it right, the sun exposure goes pink, tans ever so lightly and leaves behind more freckles, but one patch of my hands looks like I have poured bleach on it to get rid of the freckles and any sign of colour.

I have googled it, and I will bring it up with the doc when I see him, but I can only find one cause. Nothing can be done and it is more a skin type than condition.

But I remembered that I had a hypothetical conversation on vampires before. That Hollywood has not got enough red head vamps. We are a natural for this type of being.

  • We avoid the sun.
  • We do not have to be told, or trained,  to avoid it at vampire elementary.
  • We burn if it catches us unprepared.
  • We tend to lurk in the darker or more shaded recesses  of locations whilst everyone else walks in the light, perfect for a passing snack during the day.
  • Pale pasty skin is our look any way.
  • Nobody would bat an eyelid at a pale pasty red head walking down the street.

When you wear factor 50 suncream and still get burnt, you know your kind originated in some miserable weathered place.

Which makes our thick curly/wavy hair even more annoying. As this weather will make it frizz like mad.

No wonder we are classed as being moody, we have not found the weather that suits us yet.

 

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Reflections 2019 w26

It’s been an mixed week, I have been on holiday, came back to my sons birthday and my uncle going to the hospital after a fall.

That is where my first, and I hope last, encounter with love Island occurred.

My uncle is suffering from the early stages of dementia and is constantly looking for ‘you know’ on the telly. Whilst he does this he leaves programs on. Tonight it was Love Island, 20 minutes of it.

I do not understand the appeal, or what entertainment it offers that differs from the end of a night of booze down the local nightclub. Except these people are sober, I think.

Petty squabbles, jumping into differing beds like they were teenagers and that was pretty much all I saw them do.

I thought entertainment was to transport you away from reality for just little while, to give you a break. Not bring strife into your home – except via news channels.

I do not miss having my TV connected to a multitude of telly stations. It’s been 4 years since it has shown a tv station on it. And from what glimpses I catch, it is the same program formats from before I switched off.

I do not think I will be switching back on for a long while. Box sets offer programs I want to watch – minus all the adverts. Binge watch anyone?

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Reflections 2019 w24

Oh I do hate misplacing things, especially after one has searched, and sorted all the draws and bags I could have placed it. I have spent 4hrs searching/sorting and still no joy.

I so want some of the information held within its pages for tomorrow, but I have exhausted all ideas where there notepad could have been placed.

I thought I placed it in the drawer there when it was filled, but no, I did not.

I found the notepad prior to the one I am after, which got filled before the date I am after, and I am positive I have not thrown the following pad away.

I guess it will turn up eventually, but not alas today.

 

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Reflections 2019 w20

Goodbye dear Elan…

As some of you may have picked up on, I have a dog, Spot. But she was not the only dog from the end of my failed relationship, there was also her dad, Elan. Who sadly has ‘passed away’ from ill health and old age in the time between my sons last visit and this one.

It was a tough decision on which dog to leave behind because I could not take both, Elan was a cracking dog, but my son had begun a strong bond with him…Hand feeding him from the bowl whilst he stays on the couch will do that. So the decision was made easier for me, my son would have a faithful dog and friend.

Elan was chosen for a name from one of the American Indian languages, it meant ‘friend’, he lived up to that name.

I am grateful that whilst we were looking for frogs, my son tried to deliver the news. He struggled a little, but enough was said for me to ask the question…”Is Elan still with us?”.

And I am also grateful for the fact we can talk about the feelings connected with this loss. And that when he talks of him, it is of love and affection, with a smile on his face.

So goodbye old friend, and if there is a heaven…Please don’t get too excited and piddle on Gods foot.

A sad message for my 200th post…

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RefLectins 2019 w15

have you ever had one of those feelings you have not done something, but it never clicks until way later. This is one of those times.

I could have sworn that last weeks blog was done this weekend, this year is zooming past.

The fox has been done and awaits my uncles approval, and surprise as I have not stated it has been done, or worked on since Christmas.

I am also looking at it, in its multi colour fabrics, and thinking I could simplify the pattern more. I know it’s going to keep on altering. Pattern making for a stuffed item is different to pattern making for a puppet skin as it needs to create the form rather than drape the form. But I’m getting there.

Oh and one little ranty question…

Why do computers need to have bank holidays off? It’s caused no end of pain in the butt shuffling funds around because the standing order had not gone through on Friday when I went to pay for an item. Grrrr.

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