Christmas Newsletter 2010

Greetings
Less than two weeks to Christmas and I am only just starting to organize myself. Normally everything is bought and wrapped by the first week of December but this year I am not even half way there. There will be a small window of opportunity on Thursday this week (one Mental Health Day coming up) so I will be off to town with my list and Visa Card at the ready.

I have never been able to work out why the world goes so mad in December. There are school breakups, school concerts, end of year presentations, Christmas parties and the associated babysitting requirements that go with those, end of year board meetings and dinners, family events, work breakups, etc, etc, etc. I have not had a night at home by myself for nearly two weeks now. I am not complaining – I wouldn’t have missed anything especially those events involving grandchildren – but I am looking forward to a blob out night sometime soon.

Highlights of the year that was:-
• A wedding in February – Alice-May became Mrs George Jackson. She was a beautiful bride of course and the couple is now excitedly awaiting the arrival of a wee boy in April 2011 to add to their blended family.
• A baby in May – Little Charlie Houshangi made his appearance in the world bringing my grandchild tally to date to 15.
• A special birthday in June – Mum celebrated her 90th birthday with her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. She is doing well and continues to drive, sew and garden regularly.
• An Aussie trip in July – Mum and Dad went back to Australia with my brother Max the day after her birthday celebrations and a week later I went over to escort them back. I managed five days of rest and relaxation – oh and shopping – first though.
• A South Island road trip – In November a friend and I spent almost two weeks in the South Island. We bussed to Wellington, crossed on the ferry, trained to Christchurch and Greymouth and then hired a car to drive down to Invercargill and back up to Picton. It was a wonderful holiday and we are now planning a week or two in Brisbane next year. Apologies to all my South Island friends who I didn't get to visit..... it was whistlestop tour.
• Completing approximately 10 quilts as gifts for family and friends.
• I am sure I have left some other highlights out – this getting older is a “bummer” as the memory leaks just when you need it to recall something.

It’s the family “on-year” for Christmas so there will be a large crowd of us gathering at Alice-May’s – at last count it was 30 and growing!

On the job front, I continue to work two jobs – 20 hours at Labour Whanganui and 10 hours at Community House. Thankfully both are flexible and I enjoy getting out and about in the community and being involved in a wide number of events and issues.

I am still a red hatter and this month was named Vice Queen of our chapter Elegant River Roses. I love spending time with other red hatters and finding the child within … it is rather fun growing old disgracefully 

My garden continues to give me much pleasure. I am not an avid gardener by any means but I enjoy pottering about, clearing weeds and growing things. This year crops include tamarillo, passionfruit, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, blackberries (do you notice a theme there?), corn, zucchini, tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, beetroot, cucumber, egg plant, basil, capsicum, onion and sugar snap peas. There is something special about being able to give others some of the harvest.

All five of my children and their families seem happy and contented (and what more could a mother ask?). Having four of the families in Wanganui is a blessing and one to be treasured and not taken for granted. I am also thankful that I still have Mum and Dad in Wanganui. Although they are slowing down, they are in good health.

As many of you will be aware, I added Molly and Norris to the animal family late last year. Sadly Norris’ adventuring led to his demise in May and we all missed him dreadfully. In November, little Maisy (a silver tabby) joined us and after a week or two of “hostilities” with Mingus and Molly, the three animals have settled down and look to become firm friends. Molly has started eating properly again (after Norris died, she started eating just enough to survive) and there is a new wag in Mingus’ tail.

Well, that’s me in a nutshell. I see many of you on Facebook regularly and exchange emails with others frequently so hopefully there are not too many gaps in this overview of the year.

I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and that 2011 brings you every blessing.

Love,
Barbara

Water, walks and weight

I've been doing a bit of walking lately - and drinking lots of water. Daughter H is trying to return her body to pre baby days and I am following behind in her footsteps. We are similar in weight and height so its easy for me to just copy her - and bless her, she doesn't mind sharing at all :)
It will be difficult for me to return to my pre baby days as age and gravity have kind of taken their toll but I have been assured I can undo some of the damages I have inflicted on myself.
My biggest issue is a lack of fitness. Working in a sedentary job and not being particularly exercise minded has resulted in a flabby body and very little muscle tone.
Before embarking on this weight loss journey a week ago, I weighed myself. I seldom stand on scales as I tend to be an ostrich where my weight is concerned ... as long as my clothes continue to fit, I am usually happy. But I don't like knowing the actual weight because it means I might have to do something about it. What I don't know doesnt hurt me ....
I weighed in at 85.1kg - the same as when the doctor weighed me a year ago.
Miss H is a great fount of knowledge as she searches for information at the slightest provocation and she was able to tell me why my weight has stayed the same for so long. And she has set an exercise regime with helpful hints and suggestions of what to eat so that I don't feel deprived.
But my task for the last week has been very simple - drink 8 glasses of water a day, every day. Nothing else was expected of me but I was encouraged to walk. Drinking the water has been difficult. I don't think I have achieved the full 8 glasses daily but my intake has certainly increased .... and, just quietly, so has my output!
And on the walking side, I have done two hill walks - very steep - and one long flat walk over the past week. I found muscles I forgot I had.
But, it has all been worth it.... stood on the scales yesterday and my weight was ... taa daa [drum roll] ... 84.1kg. Yahoo - lost a whole 1kg so feel inspired and motivated to continue for another week.
That's me on the right .... catching my breath after a steep hill climb while Miss H returned to the bottom to repeat the exercise. Maybe I will be able to do that too one day in the not too distant future.

A wet raining September morning

I had good intentions for today - I was NOT going to open the laptop and spend any time surfing the net. But I have woken to a stormy morning, cold, wet, windy and the thought of getting out of bed and doing something "useful" does not appeal. So, as per usual, I have brought the laptop, my breakfast and coffee back to bed. Molly has curled up next to me and Mingus is asleep on my fallen dressing gown. It's quiet and peaceful.

It's been a while since I last blogged. I think I have made this same statement several times in previous blogs. But for me to write, I need to be in the mood .... I haven't really been in the mood for much recently.

I have faced some "interesting" and difficult challenges recently. I seem to have been gifted with the ability to listen and support others and lately there have been many calls on my time. I can think of at least 6 situations where I have been needed in a supporting role over the last few months. I have had to learn to look after myself or else I would be in a crumpled mess on the floor. Taking care of yourself is not easy for someone with gifts of compassion and mercy. You always feel like you should be available when called on but to do so would seriously compromise your own mental health and wellbeing.

My instinct is to want to rescue those in pain; to make them feel better as soon as possible. God has given me the ability to accept people as they are. I feel their pain and understand their suffering and sometimes I just want to take them in my arms and hold them and cry with them. And to say the things they want to hear. I think there is a time when that is okay but I have been learning that I cannot rush in and take over. There is a fine line between supporting and rescuing and it is hard not to cross that line. I must use wisdom, and discernment if I am to be any use at all. And above all I must speak truth and life if there is to be any healing.

And therein lies the challenge. How do I do that? It’s so easy to rattle off some cliché or scripture of encouragement and say “let go and let God” or “God is the only answer” but what does it really mean? Am I just giving off a glib response and talking Christian jargon? If I wasn’t a Christian what answer would I give? And would it be helpful?

These thoughts have occupied my mind for weeks now. As I reflected on the issue, I began to understand that by drawing on my personal knowledge of God and remembering his promises and the fulfillment of those promises in my own life, God has given me a measure of faith. This still totters from time to time and I often grab burdens back instead of leaving them with him but my grasp on them is not as tight as it used to be.

And when I consider my personal journey – where I have come from and where I am today - my response that God is the answer is the only one I can offer. Jesus is my role model. I am to follow His example – sharing the love of the father and showing love, grace and mercy in a practical way. When I show in my own life by deed and testimony that God is my only answer I am giving a powerful message.

Well, this was a direction I did not intend to go when I started writing this morning. It was going to be a "warm and fuzzy" essay with many references to cats and dogs, etc - maybe that will happen next time :)

RIP Norris

My beautiful furbaby Norris has died. He was hit by a car as he was coming home from his normal evening jaunt in the field across the road. I was never happy with Norris's adventuring but he would have been stifled if I kept him inside all the time.

Norris was always determined to explore his surroundings from the day I got him. He discovered how to the use the cat door when he was only 8 weeks old. He would also climb the patio wall to sit atop the fence and watch the world go by. He was my snuggly purring baby when it suited him but other times he was off discovering new delights - often bringing them home for me to enjoy too. Over the course of one week he captured three large mice (or smallish rats) and a weta.

Norris purred continuously. And loudly. I only had him 7 months but it felt like I had known him for ever. He brought me so much pleasure and love and I will miss him.

His sister Molly has climbed onto Norris's favourite spot between the keyboard and my chin and is lying here purring as I type. Does she know the grief I feel? What a comfort she is - and she must be missing him too.

Some of these photos capture a little bit of his character ... I shall never forget him. RIP Norris

The blogger returns

It's been almost four months since I last wrote. I haven't forgotten about my blogs - just circumstances have made it very difficult to write. Even now, I am struggling as Norris has decided to settled in his favourite position - my chest. He is perched between the keyboard and my chin, making typing extremely awkward. Thankfully I am a touch typist and computers allow us to correct typing errors as we go.
So, what has been happening over the last 12 weeks or more? Apart from a family wedding, it's been pretty much life as we know it, but for some reason I have been unable to write. Even my much loved garden has got away on me and partly finished quilts have languished in the sewing room. However, to give myself some credit, I did finish one quilt for a grandson's birthday and have made a tunic top for myself. I have also finished a very small knitted garment for a pending grandchild who could arrive any day now.
Norris and Molly have had their visit to the vet and can no longer reproduce. They coped very well and Molly is due to have her stitches out in a week's time. I will post more about their antics in another blog.
I can't actually pinpoint any particular reason for my "blog block" except perhaps Facebook and a silly game called Farmville. Nothing wrong with the game at all but the developers keep coming up with new things just as I decide to stop playing. There is plenty of life outside of Farmville but I also really enjoy the interaction with my friends who also play. I think I have now found a healthy balance whereby I can still enjoy the on line interaction as well as continue to challenge myself in real life.

Memories

It's been a bit like walking down memory lane the last few days.

My three brothers and one sister-in-law have enjoyed a weekend together and done an awful lot of laughing as we recalled the past. Much of the laughter was at my expense I might add but my shoulders are broad ... heck, most of me is broad!

The boys in particular enjoyed re-telling the story of my mechanical ignorance. An uncle had bought a new (to him) car and brought it round to show off. As men tend to do, they stood around the open bonnet and gazed at the engine and made appropriate appreciation noises. The engine turns over nicely, my uncle said..... which led me to ask the question I had always wanted to know the answer to. If the engine turns over, why is it always the same way up when you open the bonnet, I asked. I thought it was a reasonable question but the menfolk fell about laughing and have never let me forget it!

Then there was the time when Dad bought an almost brand new car - a blue Vauxhall Victor if I recall correctly. It was the first car we had with "blinkers" as opposed to the little thing that popped out of the side of the car when indicating. Dad took us all for a drive but it was a somewhat misty evening and I just happened to turn around to look out the back window when Dad indicated (using the blinkers of course) and slightly braked at the same time. This combination created a flickering red glow just as I looked out and I immediately called out, "Stop the car, the car's on fire". I can still hear Dad's shout of horror and my brothers' hysterical laughter as they reassured Dad everything was fine.

And of course their old favourite was trotted out once again .... remember the Ray Columbus hit of the 60s - "She's a mod"? Well, I used to sing it with gusto and could never understand why my brothers had amused grins on their faces. I thought they were mocking my singing but they never let on until one day I couldn't resist asking the question - why have they made a song about cheese and mud? Yes you guessed it - for weeks I had been singing "Cheese and mud, cheese and mud, yeah yeah yeah, cheese and mud, cheese and mud, it won't change any more ..." It didnt make sense to me but I really did think those were the words. LOL

But the story that got the biggest laugh of the night was when sister-in-law Pat and I told of the occasion when we had been released from child care duties and set loose in Palm North for the day - probably in the mid 1970s. Mum had given us some money for lunch and off we set - all dressed up and wearing rather high wedge heel shoes. We ate at the Hong Kong restaurant and had a glass or two of wine which rather went to our heads. The next store we went into was a clothing shop with the changing rooms made simply of curtains - a bit like the curtain system in hospitals. We went into one cubicle and Pat grabbed a curtain edge and pulled so that we would be private. Unfortunately for the lady next door, she had grabbed the wrong curtain and completely exposed the poor woman who was dressed in nothing more than bra and knickers. We should have been very apologetic and remorseful but both of us just went into hysterical laughter and fled the shop very quickly.

So many memories and it is wonderful to be able to recall them and share them. More another time ...

Camping update

I was just leaving town to join the others at Kai Iwi Beach when I passed daughter H coming the other way. Actually I thought it was her hubby coming home to collect something vital but a few moments later my cell phone rang ... H and the birthday boy were taking some time out and the advice was "to turn around." As the weather was pretty wet and cold, I didn't need to be persuaded.

The birthday party had been cancelled and as I had the cake in my car, H didnt want it going out to camp when Mr 2 wasn't even going to be there to enjoy it.

Camping in bad weather is not much fun with a 2 year old. Whereas older children can amuse themselves reasonably well when there are lots of them, the littlies are not so good at it and I think the mum was beginning to go stir crazy amusing the wee chap.

The plan was to stay at home until after his sleep and then head out to camp again and hopefully into warmer dryer conditions. Forecast isn't that promising however so there may be a few sleeping at home tonight. I was told it was extremely windy there last night and not a lot of sleeping was happening. Ahhhh - those are the days :)

As H was re-telling the story of tents and wind, I was reminded of another occasion when the elements caused chaos at the beach.

My Dad's family has a reunion at Easter every two years at Opunake beach which is where he and his 11 brothers and sisters grew up. (Many have now returned there to live). We arrived on the Thursday afternoon and set up our foldaway caravan and awning. We had four children aged 18 months through to 8 years with another one well on the way. The littlest (Miss H) was sleeping in a cot in the awning along with her brother and sisters. She was put to bed after tea and we all gathered together in the hall just a few seconds walk away. Someone checked on her constantly but not every 5 mins (things were different back then). The wind and the rain started and it blew and it blew and it blew. Imagine our surprise when we next checked the baby - she was still in her cot thank goodness but the awning had collapsed all around her. What to do? My parents were staying with one of Dad's sisters in the town so I dismantled the cot, packed up the baby's bits and pieces and delivered her to her grandparents for safekeeping overnight. The other children were left in their dad's care at the beach while I was away.

The wind had increased while I was away and returning to the campsite was like entering a war zone. It was almost unrecognisable. Our caravan was unusable - tattered and torn. The canvas covering torn to shreds in the wind. Children were huddled in various cars, frightened and cold. Hubby nowhere to be seen - found later snoring on a bench in the hall.

One brother had a "proper caravan" so he graciously invited us to share with him and his wife. Just to get this in perspective - it was a four berth caravan and between us there were four adults and three children. Sleeping arrangements were a bit difficult but I crawled into the double bed with brother and his wife, we put the "sleeping" hubby on the top bunk and the three smaller children shared the bottom bunk. I swear it was only our combined weights that kept that caravan on the ground that night. I don't think the three adults in the one bed got a lot of sleep - not only was it cramped and uncomfortable, but at times we thought we were about to fly.

The next day, there were remants of tents around the camp site and most of us packed up and returned to our warm dry homes.

I have come to the conclusion that camping is fun provided the weather conditions are perfect, but the first hint of rain and wind will have me heading to the nearest motel.

Rain and camping

Am sitting up in bed, enjoying the slightly cooler temperatures and the sound of rain falling rather heavily on the roof. Curtains are drawn and it looks rather bleak outside. I'm not complaining - my garden badly needs the water - but I am wondering about three of my children and their families who have gone camping at Kai Iwi Beach this long weekend. With 9 children between the ages of 2 and 11, they'll be praying for sunshine.

Actually one of the children is celebrating his second birthday today and I am off to join the merry throng very soon. I have to go - I have the birthday cake to take out. His mother thought it would be a bit difficult throwing that in amongst all the camping gear when they left yesterday. That particular family had to take two trips to set up camp as they don't have a trailer or a very large car. Thankfully the camp is only 20 minutes drive away so two trips was not a hardship.

But this weather reminds me of a camping trip we did as a family many years ago when my five children were aged 2 - 10. We were living in Invercargill at the time and had had 10 lovely days in a hidden quiet spot, complete with trees, grass and a delightful running stream. The kids lived in togs and t-shirts the entire time and we had several suitcases which were never opened.

When we returned home, friends invited as to join them for a week at Colac Bay. In my wisdom, I decided that only two sets of clothes and togs would be needed and off we set - with an extra child in tow as well. While we were setting up the tent, the older children asked to go swimming. Despite being told "no" they went anyway - in their clothes. That was change number one. Oh well, we'll just hang those out to dry, I thought. Wrong! As soon as the rope was hung between poles, the sun disappeared and the rain started. It wasn't ordinary rain - it was cold, heavy and very wetting. Within 24 hours there were no dry towels, children had run out of clothes and were wearing whatever they could find and I had run out of humour and patience. Being cooped up with six children in a tent (which was getting smaller by the minute) was no picnic. We were home within 48 hours!

I look back now and laugh and in a way, think it would be hilarious if the same thing happened to my now adult children. Not that I would wish it on them - of course :)

Random thoughts

What feet have trod these paths I tread? This was the thought that came to my head - rather surprisingly I might add - as I walked from my office to collect the mail. To my left was the site of the former Queen's Park School (now the library) and just ahead on my right was St Mary's Church. Both places have historical significance and would have attacted thousands of people over the years.

I began to think about the people who walked this path before me and the lives they might have lived and what they did to sustain themselves and their families. What did they do to keep themselves occupied and what sort of work was available? Jobs would be quite different to what is around today. I am very interested in social history but not particularly knowledgeable so I could really only make assumptions as I pondered the questions.

Mankind needs to work to survive. It's not just a way of earning money although I think in modern times that it how it is seen by many. But work (either paid or unpaid) gives a purpose as it has an outcome by which you can measure success or achievement - whether it be growing food for the family or earning enough money to pay the mortgage. It seemed to me that hundreds of years ago most families (all members) would be kept busy growing and harvesting their own food whether it be crops or stock (or both). Surplus would be sold off or traded. Supermarkets were not needed and certainly never imagined. However, I can understand how they evolved as the social structure of our society changed.

On that train of thought, I went in another direction and wondered what changes would be in effect in 200 years time. Would people still live their lives as we do today or would the comparison be the same as 2010 and 1810? Would they go to work each day? What clothes would they wear? Ahead of me were two young girls wearing short tight skirts, tops which left their midriffs bare and jandals on their feet - clothing that would have been unimaginable even 50 years ago. What would young people be like in 2210? Would the earth be as we know it now or would global warming have changed it completely? So many questions and of course I will never know the answers. Neither will anyone else that is alive at present.

As a society, we have a responsibility to ensure we leave the planet in the best possible condition and with as much information as we can for future generations. We know so much more than our forefathers (and mothers) and even in my relatively short life time, I have seen major technological changes. We could probably compare the last 50 years with the industrial revolution but on a far greater scale.

These were just random thoughts as I wandered through town and back again. No conclusions were reached..... but I enjoyed the journey :)

Cruising down the river

Yesterday I had the greatest treat in a long while - I cruised up (or is that down - it would have been one way I guess) the Whanganui River to Hipango Park which is 25kms north of Wanganui. I was one of about 30 - all guests of the Whanganui River Institute - who boarded the former steamer, MV Wairua at 10am ready for the approx 2 hour trip to the park which is only accessible by water. The Whanganui River is so beautiful and sadly many people don’t get to appreciate its unique charms and attractions. And of course travelling on the MV Wairua added to the enjoyment - there is something rather special about using the same mode of transport early settlers and residents used.

The Wairua was salvaged in 1987 and after being restored to her former glory, re entered service in October 2006. Modern health and safety regulations meant there could only be 8 people on the top deck at any one time but in days gone by, the boat would have been packed with people. I guess there was always the risk that it become top heavy and topple over but it didn't to my knowledge. Now the vessel only takes 38 passengers.

I took the two 10 year old grand-daughters (cousins) who enjoyed the outing most of the time. I think they found the long river trip just a bit boring as they were very limited in what they could do and were too young to appreciate the beauty of their surroundings and the historic stories being retold. But it was an adventure and I hope that some special memories were created during the day.

I was a bit nervous about what awaited us at Hipango Park as info said "Visitors need to be physically fit as the walk to the park from the river is steep." It is steep but I took my time and got to the top about the same time as everyone else :)

Then it was time for lunch. I don't know about you but I always look forward to food. The girls and I had spent the night before preparing a picnic lunch - nice bread rolls with ham fillings and in my case, hot mustard. There was also a yoghurt each, watermelon, chocolate biscuits and chippies. I ensured the girls were all organised and packed up in the morning - I even double checked their bags for food, drink, togs, towel, jacket and change of footwear. Someone should have double checked mine. Looked through my bag several times before I was forced to admit that ... sigh ... my lunch was still in the fridge along with two peaches that I was going to eat sneakily without the girls knowing. They were kind and shared with me so all was not lost. Thank you girls .... [and the rolls and peaches made a lovely lunch at work today]

After lunch, there was an opportunity for swimming off the side of the boat. Which meant going back down the track to the river. It was almost as difficult going down as it was going up and I wasn't prepared to repeat the climb a second time - well, not on the same day. Luckily the girls were happy to stay at the boat, testing the water, until it was time for the return journey. Neither of them jumped in the river but using the boat's rope ladder got wet to their belly buttons.

The trip back was very relaxed - a glass or two of wine, good company and conversations. I took some time just to reflect and to be thankful that in this busy world in which we live, there is still beauty to be found all around us.

Lost Kitten

I gained a few extra grey hairs yesterday. Molly went missing for more than an hour and despite calling and calling, she failed to appear. That is not normal for her as she usually pops out from under the house within minutes of “Molly, Molly, Molly …” As she is not the adventurous one, I was getting quite anxious as time went by. Even grandson Master 2 joined the search, mimicking my call “Monee Monee Monee …” I checked cupboards, drawers, the garage, all the bedrooms to no avail. The last time I had seen her she was checking out my fabric stash in the sewing room but I had been in there several times calling her and couldn’t see her in all the obvious places. After pausing to think logically, I realised she must still be inside the house somewhere so back to the sewing room I went. I pulled open every drawer and bingo there she was …. Sound asleep dreaming kitten dreams!

A blast from the past

I came across this letter written about 5 years ago and really enjoyed re-reading it, so decided to post it for eternity :). Muffin, bless her, is now at the Rainbow Bridge but I am sure she would be very happy to know she is still giving me such enjoyable memories.

It's 7.20am and I have just waved A-M and T off on their wee trip to Hamilton. I knew I would have to get up early today so had been hoping for a good night's sleep but Muffin had other ideas.

About 4.30am she woke and wandered all over the bed, eventually settling into the 6in strip of bed between me and edge ... stayed there a few moments, and started moving again. That is NEVER a good sign! She hopped off the bed and went into the hallway, where she proceeded to growl and scratch at the front door. If she had gone straight ahead instead of turning right when she exited my room, she would have been in the living area where the dog door is .... it’s also the area where her biscuits and food are. Muffin continued to make a fuss until I got out of bed and escorted her to the back door. Put her outside and she made a very quick visit to the lawn. Oh good, I thought, we can all go back to sleep now. Silly me! I don't know what I was thinking.

On the way back to the bedroom, Muffin remembered her food corner and decided to check it out. Oh no, one bowl was empty so she stood on the side and tipped it over - and over - and over .... Sigh - muggins me put some biscuits down, left Muffin inspecting them and went back to bed. Settled down, closed my eyes and Muffin returned - with a biscuit in her mouth. Now, where to bury it? She covered every inch of the bed, including the pillow and me, was not satisfied I wouldn't find the said biscuit, so hopped back off the bed and out into the hallway. She returned minutes later; back on to the bed, wandering all over again. Then she decided to rub or scratch her head on the bed covers. That felt like an earthquake of at least a 7 on the richter scale.

Believe it or not, but I was getting just a bit tetchy by this stage. Grabbed hold of her and gave her a good head scratch in the hope it would be sufficient. Little madam sat there and enjoyed it but when I stopped she jumped off the bed and went back into the hall, where she proceeded to growl and scratch at the front door again. With slightly less grace than normal, I got out of bed again. By the time I got to the bedroom door, she was waiting halfway up the hall on her way to the living area. She led the way to the back door, I let her out. She did one circuit of the patio and came back in through the dog door. We wandered back up the hallway, again past her biscuit and water bowl. She gave it a quick sniff and followed me back to the bedroom. I climbed into bed and she proceeded to rub herself all around the edge of the bed - 9 on the richter scale! By this time it was about 5.10am and I was aware I would be getting up in the next hour but I hadn’t had anywhere enough sleep yet. I sat up and spoke firmly to Muffin who looked very surprised at my attitude and continued doing what she was doing.

At this point, Mingus got off the foot of the bed where he had been sleeping and disappeared. (I found him later on A-M's bed - sensible dog!). Perhaps if I ignore her, she'll stop fussing and get tired, I thought to myself. Sure enough, she soon climbed back on to the bed and inspected it all over again. She settled down twice but only for a few seconds. Then she got down again and started growling and scratching at the front door - again! As soon as I reached the hallway though, she changed direction and headed back for the living area and the back door. Let her out again and this time she did two circuits of the patio and stopped once at her empty outside water bowl (my grandchildren visited yesterday) before coming back in through the dog door. By this time I was beginning to mutter ..... we returned to the bedroom and on the way, she again checked the food situation and had a drink of water. She then went back towards the back door and climbed into her day bed, curled up and went to sleep! I was ready to start growling and scratching at something myself by now!!

I climbed back into my dogless bed at 5.40am and had 20 minutes uninterrupted sleep before waking up with a start as I hadn’t heard A-M up and knew she had to be up and about by 6am if she was to get to PN in time to catch her plane. So, I got out of bed again and wandered through the house to her room. Lights were on and she was dressed so I headed back to bed again, just to rest my eyes. Muffin followed, picked up her biscuit she had "buried" in the hall (not even covered), and we both settled down for another 30 mins sleep. Muffin, poor thing, is exhausted and is still asleep!!

A random thought

Why do we say breakfast in bed, smoking in bed, reading in bed but never say reading (etc) in bath, or eating at table?? What happened to the "the"???

Happy New Year & HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Here it is - already Jan 3 2010 - and the year is rushing by too fast again :)

It's my middle daughter's (M) birthday today. Even though slightly more than 3 decades have passed since her birth, I still remember the occasion very well. They do say our long term memories become enhanced as we age whereas the short term ones are just that - very short term!

The soon to be Miss M teased me all day about her imminent arrival. Because my previous two babies were very quick labours (less than 4 hours), we didnt want to take any risks so at the first uncomfortable niggles, I was whisked off to the hospital where the pains promptly stopped. Throughout the whole day, I had short sessions of false labour - I knew they were false because they felt so different to the real thing. At 6pm, the doctor told me he was sending me home, at which point I had a proper contraction and it was all on. Miss M (or Ruth as she was first named but as all I could think of was "struth Ruth" we changed it after 4 days) arrived very quickly and it was all over by 9pm. No one had believed how quick my "real" labours were and the doctor had gone elsewhere so it was just me and the hospital midwife doing the work. We didnt have independent midwives in those days - all babies were delivered by an obstetrician or doctor.


So Happy Birthday Miss M (or should I now say Mrs M). You have been a wonderful blessing to me - I am so proud of you and I love you very much.

Some special memories of your childhood years include (in no particular order) :

• Being able to wear white clothes and still look clean and tidy
• Rope skipping and managing to keep your socks pulled up at the same time
• Being described as a "chocolate box" beauty
• Knocking your top front teeth out on your 5th birthday and still managing to blow the candles out.
• Always wearing a handbag over your shoulder - even when skipping
• Your beautiful voice - it's always been a pleasure to hear you sing
• Telling a busload of youth group members that your mother had been speyed
  
• Breaking your arm and cracking a rib while roller skating - and still coming to the ballet with me that night.
• If you said you would do something, you would do it ... you could always be relied on.

There are many other memories too of course. One in particular "haunts" me from time to time and here I will publicly apologise for washing your mouth out with soap. I have no idea why I would have believed your brother's tales over your version of events because you were not a naughty child and I certainly did not ever hear you swear. But for some reason on that particular day I made a bad choice and you suffered an injustice. I am sorry.

You once asked me why I said no to a particular request. My answer was "you will understand when you are a mother." I recall you saying to me just after your first child was born, "now I understand ..."

Now you have just finished your training to be a nurse and are looking forward to a new direction. You are a born nurse .... your gentle, caring, yet practical nature is a gift and you will use it well. May the year ahead be all that you dreamed of and more.


Love Mum xxxx