Worry free time ...what a concept. I like how you and your husband, dropped out of the constant interruptions life affords us. No phone, just each day the way you want to live it.
Yes, peace of mind. It's a blessing, indeed. After 40 years of running a business, that must have been so foreign to you to let go of the "noise."
Rapid communication devices such as mobile phones of today follow us everywhere. I doubt they are as easy to give up in these days.
In a big scheme of things, "peace of mind" can be anything you want it to be. That said, for me, I think you've touched on something important - there's an equilibrium involved - a balance. I'm not too worried about the world, because I'm a peace with myself. What makes me at peace with myself? I'm a good person. I do the right thing. I'm not trying to get over. I'm happy with my work product and I work hard when I'm at work. I do my utmost to show respect to others. And I do my best to be thankful and grateful for the things I have. All this combined, for me, gives me peace of mind.
Anyhoo.. It's been a quick month and I want to thank you for blogging with the Bard's Hall.
Hello Kåre เลียม Enga yes I agree with you, writing by hand seems to produce different outcomes. I’m unsure why that would be but apparently there’s a scientific reason.
Re the topic of using cash. I almost feel sorry for anyone to whom I give a note to. One gets this unspoken irritation even though they no longer need to work out the change as it’s on the till.
As for the younger generation being unable to hold a conversation, I agree. It’s said that there’s never before been a time when there’s been so much interaction between people. But it’s all done by text! None of my Grandchildren will answer a call but are always happy to have a long text conversation.
I only function after coffee. I'm much better in the early afternoon.
10:30 in Costa Rica: time to go home and bring the dry clothes in and make dinner (main meal of the day). It tended to rain in the early afternoon.
10:30 in Thailand: post-exercise, figure out the day. Hot season... seek a/c.
10:30 traveling: usually check out and catch a bus or train.
10:30 Montana: take a shower (M-Th, before 10 F-S) and get out!
10:30 when I worked... you can speak to me now...
My journal is hand-written. I haven't been as diligent and no longer write in it every day. Same with poetry... I write differently with pen and paper.
Even making change from a bill is too much and many places will not take cash forcing people to use banks that can track them... some folks are literally dropping out (sound like the 60s) but cash requires basic math skills.
Also... the ability to just sit and chat. I had an interesting conversation with a 19 year old yesterday. He was shaking... I think it was because he isn't used to talking to anyone older in public.
Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ It’s sad to think it’s dying out. The school curriculum is so busy, far busier than when I went to school, and yet the kids seem to be missing out on much of the basic skills these days. Mental math for instance, many are lost without a calculator. Computers do so much of our thinking for us these days. I know my memory for phone numbers, for example, has deteriorated, we have no need to remember them because they’re all in our phones. Same with spelling; mistakes get automatically adjusted. I wonder if learning to spell will be the next thing to go.
Cursive writing is becoming a lost art unless our youth are being taught it early on in school. I hear they are not teaching that in some schools. I imagine they are taught it in private schools. At least I hope they are since parents are paying tuition. They should get their money's worth. I went to Catholic school growing up. We started learning cursive writing in grade two. Cursive teaches children the fine skill of shaping letters and connecting them to create words and sentences. That is good brain exercise.
If you have siblings, how is your relationship with them? Has it changed now that you are an adult?
I have two brothers. Both older and live in England so I rarely see them. In fact I haven’t seen my oldest brother for 13 years. He’s 84 now. My other brother is two years older than I am. He visited Australia about three or four years ago I was supposed to go to England in 2020 but of course Covid got in the way. I’m not sure whether I’ll go over now, it’s such a terrible journey. I’m feeling closer to the 84 year old now, more than I ever have before. We send emails to each other every month. It’s nice to feel there’s still a connection even though I left there 50 years ago.
Well I am old. Not as old as I could be, I suppose. As far as I can see growing old is a privilege. One not given to everyone. So many people younger than I am are dying so I try to be grateful. Not that I particularly enjoy some of those privileges that go along with ageing. The breakdown in my body for instance. However having found writing after I reached retirement age, it has kept my mind active and without my writing I’d be really scared of getting older. My husband and I are lucky in that we have each other. If I lived alone, with only myself to think about, I don’t think I’d be as happy as I am. I’ll be 78 years old in a few months and for my age I’m doing reasonably well.
I suppose we think of dying much more than we did, my husband and I. There is one blessing to living in WA and that is we have the option of a dignified death. If a person has been given a prognosis of death within 12 months then they can ask for medication to avoid a painful and prolonged death. So I suppose that takes away much of the fear of the unknown. Of course whether one is brave enough to carry it out at when the time comes is another thing.
That’s easy. Famous!
I would have loved to become an actress or singer. Those choices in my childhood were not possible or even dreamt about.
My granddaughter Beth did that for me. I saw she was like me from the moment she was born. Her mother gave her the chances I never had. Singing and Drama lessons. She was and is amazing. She was always performing at shows and went to WAPA, that’s the Western Australian Academy of Performing Arts. She decided that show business wasn’t for her and is now a drama teacher. How I loved watching her perform though. I’m still her greatest fan and watching her the role of new mother to a little one who has her voracity for life is all I can ask.
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