I’ve just had a couple of days away, so that Beloved Other could attend a match without having to be away on his own overnight. It was fun; we settled ourselves in a chain hotel, after an easy train journey, then he went to the match while I got a lovely evening to myself, with… Continue reading In which we consider how to make it work….
I have just been reminded, reading a piece by somebody whom I hold in the highest esteem, of a moment some years ago when I was explaining a context that had hurt. The hurt was part of an ongoing experience of being female in a variety of places in which that was not always a… Continue reading Redemption comes, and it is a delight
I guess this is not really unexpected, because, come on, I am bound to be given books for Christmas. But one in particular this year has been sheer delight, and it is the Alexander McColl Smith book of photos of Edinburgh. I am loving this for all sorts of reasons; I love seeing pictures of… Continue reading Unexpected Christmas presents pt 3
Tuesdays are busy – and it’s not over yet, so here is a poem I love and that keeps me alert… It’s by Emily Dickinson Tell all the truth Tell all the truth but tell it slant, Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the… Continue reading A poem
Beloved Other is travelling. He has gone to follow his passion, and is away for four days, on his own and out the country. I’m not panicking! Much. In fact, joyously, he’s doing fine. And what’s more, I believe him when he tells me that, because I can see him. Today, I am grateful for… Continue reading Being unexpectedly grateful…
I’ve been having a really frustrating time with tech over the last few days; skype is refusing to connect with my computer’s camera, my phone decided to upgrade and managed to jam one of the apps, my kindle appears to have died completely, and certainly won’t talk to my computer, so I can’t sort out… Continue reading Perspective….
I really do try! I was told once that technology you come to after about 35 years old will always be effectively a “second language” – you may become pretty proficient, but it will always not quite be the heart language. And this may well be true…but I do try. Then it gets to me.… Continue reading Humph!