Category: musings
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By Any Other Name
In one of his posts, Pete Moore asked us, What’s In A Name, where he talked about his struggles with his own first name. Wondering if, at this stage in life, he could start (legally or otherwise) using his middle name? A name he’s always preferred because of the brutalisation of his given name while…
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A Job is a Job
I’ve had an amazing number and array of jobs over the years, starting with what I guess is a rite of passage for any kid born in the UK pre 80s — that of paper delivery kid. Like many, it was my first real job that I got paid for by someone not a family…
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Miss Why
I’ve had an internal monolog running in my head since I was probably 3-4 years old. I know I spent a lot of those first aware years—between 3 and 5—firing questions at my father almost non-stop. Asking him why this, or why that. Questions he always patiently answered. And, despite my best efforts to seemingly thwart him,…
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My Biome
The biggest side effect and the most worrisome thing after having had colon cancer surgery is no, not the scars or the loss of muscle mass, but rather, how out of whack my gut biome is. That is, the bacteria in my digestive tract. Millions of living organisms that, when in harmony and balance, keep…
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I’m A Foodie
I’m a foodie. I’m a huge foodie. And I love to cook. Which is good because my OH doesn’t know how to boil an egg properly, let alone do toast without burning it. Luckily for both of us I paid attention and watched my mother and learnt all her tricks. My dad less so, as…
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Mental Yoga
I’m constantly surprised and, by this point in my life, I shouldn’t be, but I am. What of? People who feel the need to constantly be busy or doing this, that, or the other. Is it something that happened slowly, over night, I wonder? Is it since the advent of smart phones, or maybe TV?…
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For the love of the written word
This post is a response to Robert’s post about blogging more, which was a response to BinaryDigit’s original post. Anyone who writes, and writes a lot, will tell you, blogging is one of those things that, like writing (and maybe reading too) we have no control over. The compulsion to share our words is strong and so, we…
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The Call
So I just got the dreaded call. The one informing me of what time I have to be at the hospital by, for pre-surgery, Monday morning. And … It’s 6 (SIX) am. Yes, you read right. I have to be at the hospital for 6am for pre-op tests and prep. Which means I have to…
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The Cooking Challenged
My partner of 27 years is not nor has ever been a cook. I have done nearly all the cooking in our household since day one, except for those days were I’ve been ill, or in hospital. And then? They’ve had to fend for themselves and or warmed up left overs, nuked a ping dinner,…
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Creature Comforts
Spurred on by posts about what people found comforting. I thought to add a few thoughts of my own on what comforts me in times of trouble: My partner, who I’ve been with through thick and thin (though it’s true, neither of us is pretty thin these days) but 26 years, and counting, we still…