I’ve been doing teeny-tiny things again. I had a day off in London last week, and I “pebbledashed” the house, with sand and paint. It was fun, messy and deeply satisfying. I’ve been asked by a couple of people what I am “going to do” with this, and some of the others, when I finish.… Continue reading More lessons from the teeny-tiny things
It feels like a long time – it is a long time – since I have written. Life has been hectic. Good but hectic – and I feel like I have had little to say. I ave noticed this; when life is very full, there is little to say because there is little time to… Continue reading Busy, busy, busy
Some months ago, Patient Colleague was walking behind me upstairs. “You are walking really badly” he said – correctly! For several years now, my knees have been bad and getting worse, so that walking up and eventually also down stairs was turning into a real ordeal. I gasped on every step and groaned on many,… Continue reading Stairs….
I have just spent 24 hours at a residential gathering of Significant Committee. It has been worthwhile, hard, fascinating and demanding work, with amazing people who are visionary, committed and determined. I am tired! I did a bit of foot stamping (very gently) about not being rushed into a decision, and others agreed. So, it… Continue reading I’m not ready….
I set out this morning to the library thinking “I have two significant writing tasks to do – and I don’t know where to start with either of them” And I followed that with the though “How on earth did I ever write a thesis – or a book – or the various other things… Continue reading On eating elephants – and remembering how to…
One of the blogs I deeply appreciate and treasure (http://www.livingwittily.typepad.com/) is 10 years old today. So, today I want to give thanks for people’s whose thinking, writing, reflecting, questioning, and refusal to settle down have deepened and broadened my life. Some years ago, I was talking with Parental Parent, about a mutual friend. “He’s a… Continue reading On not sitting still…
I looked across the coffee shop and I was sure that I could see a headless torso. Or perhaps, since nobody else seemed worried about it, a mannequin without a head. Then I put my glasses on, and saw that it was the hood of a buggy and the scrunched up blanket in the buggy.… Continue reading So what do I see?