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11.12
FBG 5.4
MrSlim heard yesterday from Son1, he is dog and house sitting somewhere near Bristol for a month. So presumably comfortable. Am still hoping to see him on boxing day at the big family get together. The others have all said they will be there.
Finished writing cards. MrSlim did his as well so off to town today for posting.
 
Fbg 6.7

The rain has finally stopped this morning...

Fed the beasties and birdies...

I was drawing my morning sketch, when the ink ran out on the tip of the Pentel brush pen. So I opened it up, sqoze (spellcheck keeps changing this to swore) the ink cartridge...and too much came out. Sigh...

So, I am wiping the excess ink off on a piece of paper, and then I realised, a few blades of grass, a tree trunk, 3 birds and hey presto I have my morning sketch.

Wildlife nighttime camera
Badger pulls cushion off swing & gets on swing, Fox watches Badger & copies Badger
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Have your best day...

A cuppa tea and a nap for me...

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SlimLizzy said:
11.12
FBG 5.4
MrSlim heard yesterday from Son1, he is dog and house sitting somewhere near Bristol for a month. So presumably comfortable. Am still hoping to see him on boxing day at the big family get together. The others have all said they will be there.
Finished writing cards. MrSlim did his as well so off to town today for posting.
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I know it is painful, not for me to say really, and you shouldn’t expect your aunt to change but I hope that you can send her a card as suggested by @gennepher . If you’re rebuffed you can still keep the door open and stay in contact with cards on birthdays etc., just to let her know that you are still there.
 
gennepher said:
Fbg 6.7

The rain has finally stopped this morning...

Fed the beasties and birdies...

I was drawing my morning sketch, when the ink ran out on the tip of the Pentel brush pen. So I opened it up, sqoze (spellcheck keeps changing this to swore) the ink cartridge...and too much came out. Sigh...

So, I am wiping the excess ink off on a piece of paper, and then I realised, a few blades of grass, a tree trunk, 3 birds and hey presto I have my morning sketch.

Wildlife nighttime camera
Badger pulls cushion off swing & gets on swing, Fox watches Badger & copies Badger
59sec

Have your best day...

A cuppa tea and a nap for me...

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Well that turned out well - a happy accident as Bob Ross might have said.
 
Lamont D said:
We have always had a dog since the kids were young, the first was a Jack Russell, he was not nice with strangers, backed when coming through gates but a great house dog. But my youngest wrestler with him. Mrs L was upset when he died, as he was there when I was on shifts. An English sheepdog was next, a lump of a dog , he was a rescue from an elderly woman, who couldn't exercise him. He was old before his time, had a wonderful habit of sitting on your feet and licking your hand. Next was a fluffy cross, he was run over, outside, only a year old. We nearly adopted a Springer spaniel however, he was huge, and straight away told them no thanks.
After that came or last dog which died of old age this February just gone. A patterdale terrier, with a beautiful black coat with a fawn undercoat, we fell for him straight away from the rest of the litter. A friend of a friend invited us from the footie club, and we paid a very reasonable price for such a pedigree.
The FiL always spoiled him and even though I trained him and walked, fed and cleaned him, the FiL, could be seen with him most of the day. When the FiL died, two years ago, the dog would look for him, and would look lost when he couldn't smell him anymore. And our Benjie, could smell the kids, the grandkids, before they came into the front garden gate.
It was 2004, when he was weened and we could take him home. Which was nineteen years.
I found him, close to the FiLs chair, in the front room.
I couldn't find it in myself to have a replacement for him.
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Your Benjie sounds like he was a lovely dog @Lamont D and had a wonderful long life with you and your family. It is so sad when they go.
 
gennepher said:
I fully agree @lindisfel and the whole thing somehow gets compounded, like the inevitable train crash you are watching, leaving you, the innocent bystander, powerless ....

We cannot control others' perceptions and thoughts, but from my point of perception/view I just wish there was something reasonable I can do about it.

I have done the giving the other person the space they needed (and this has lasted some years now), but the whole thing has suddenly gathered momentum, and that person has now encompassed a wider group of people into this convoluted mess.
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My father's family were quite fragmented - one brother and sister fell out in 1947 and both died in the last 10 years, never having spoken to each other again. Both of them still spoke to the one brother who had caused the trouble in the first place though. I know of a few families bearing my father's name (via family history research) and they all seem to be prone to this kind of issue (eg 2 brothers who emigrated separately to Australia and ended up living in the same street who never spoke to each other). I began to think it was some quirk of this particular family, but it seems to be something in the human condition now that I see how other families treat each other.

Tom's sisters fell out a few years ago - an unguarded remark about the younger sister's choice of religion - and didn't speak for a long time. The elder sister eventually asked me what she should do. I could only advise her to be the strong person she knew she could be and approach her sister, apologise (even though she thought her sister was in the wrong) for the hurt and ask if they could put the quarrel behind them. It actually worked, and I have to admire the character that the elder sister showed on that occasion. The same advice worked for my MIL when she wanted to come together with her SIL with whom she hadn't spoken in 20 years (all over a game of cards). They were friends to the end after that.

My father fell out with my brother and both were too stubborn to do anything about it. Sadly my father tried to separate me from my brother as well, which I would not allow. He promised my mother as she was dying that he would make it up with my brother, but the reconciliation lasted only a few weeks. He cut my brother out of his will and left all he had to me. However, after expenses were paid, I gave half of what was left to my brother. I have no intention of letting ill feeling get in the way of our relationship.

At the end of his life, my father had no idea who his youngest brother was, which distressed the younger severely even though he understood that the brother he had always loved and respected just wasn't there any more. My father had no idea who any of us were - he thought I was my mother who had died years before and he though Alistair was a postie from his own early days in the Royal Mail.

Tom also forgot everything, except his own youth and his mother. I found a little note a day or so ago. On it was the inscription "this is home". It was one of the little notes we used to communicate with Tom when he could no longer hear us and when he wanted to go home to his mother. In his mind, his home was still in Ayrshire and I believe he was living in the 1940's in his own mind. He thought Neil was a medical professional but he had no idea who I was. It was painful to know that one can be so totally forgotten after 54 years together. But that's another part of life that we must cope with. Saddest was that he was unhappy and wanted, as a small child, to go home to his mother.

I can only hope that I will never reach that stage myself but if I do I pray that my family will understand that there is no intention in my difficult behaviour.
 
gennepher said:
Fbg 6.7

The rain has finally stopped this morning...

Fed the beasties and birdies...

I was drawing my morning sketch, when the ink ran out on the tip of the Pentel brush pen. So I opened it up, sqoze (spellcheck keeps changing this to swore) the ink cartridge...and too much came out. Sigh...

So, I am wiping the excess ink off on a piece of paper, and then I realised, a few blades of grass, a tree trunk, 3 birds and hey presto I have my morning sketch.

Wildlife nighttime camera
Badger pulls cushion off swing & gets on swing, Fox watches Badger & copies Badger
59sec

Have your best day...

A cuppa tea and a nap for me...

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Such a happy accident. By the way, I like the word "sqoze" - very apt.
 
dunelm said:
Good morning everyone on one of those “why are you up so early” starts here in the dark and dangerous north. Laying in bed, wide awake at 5am. Still, it was beautifully quiet so I decided to take advantage of that, got up and made some tea. Still quiet at 0700 - delicious. Spoke to my next youngest sibling yesterday. It’s been about 5 months. Always good to catch up and check that we are each both still breathing ;). Offspring have asked what I would like for Christmas. Peace and quiet are off the cards as are stopping the destruction of the planet and banning the sale of nylon sheets but a new pair of slippers might be nice - ones with a heel and a firm sole so I can wander about in the garden in them. And insulated of course. Art bit, another scraping of paint but this time with an expired British Legion membership card. I hope you can decide that today is a good day and that you can see some beauty in it. I have finished my koffy so might just make another.

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Your British Legion membership card did a good job there.
 
Morning from L.A. in Drear nighted December where LED candles are now a (big) thing and seemingly growing by the Amazon delivery - I approve. @dunelm thanks for sharing this latest series of art and I certainly see some beauty in those. Reminds me of North Norfolk but @Krystyna23040 may disabuse me of that nation. Best wishes for #slippergate. Talking of art, I learned the word tenebrism, referring to the Carravaggio work on the beheading of John the Baptist, too punchy for y'all? @gennepher thanks for sharing another wonderful creative and good news on the rain stopping. @SlimLizzy things sound more positive unless I should hold the stick at the other end. Hugs for You, @gennepher , @lindisfel and @JohnEGreen @SlimLizzy andanyone else who has felt or is feeling the sting of estrangement. @Annb hugs and hope for Em. Yesterday went well although in light of a commentary on poor old JTB I may need to seriously revisit my thinking on ROI of time and resources. In terms of food and drink, a cup of tea/coffee or a good single malt/decent red would have kicked whatsit - what we eat and drink at home is so much better but has to be prepared, cooked and cleared away etc. 94 yo MIL spent time with a 3rd grandson and 3 different great grandchildren (and happily drank whisky I'd be mortified to offer her except in tea :arghh: ) Other social events, work, aging and treatments made gathering complicated. I avoided all football scores and saw the whole Spurs match when we came home. Angeball rides again (for now) :woot:. Have a good Monday.
 
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There have been some posts questioning the meedja trustworthiness because it impinges on “us” whereas this shows - me anyhow - how that issue has always blighted the lives of a certain demographic. I’m being schooled big time today (and over the check your privilege theme) thanks be to God. Loved the Friar Tuck being humbled episode in Robin Hood Prince of thieves - I'm (very) selective in the films for which I stay awake. Yes, I went there :D Lyrics. (Sorry Brandy)
 
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O/T JKP and I watched a programme on Christmas 1981 - The Great White Christmas of '81. Neither of us remember any bad conditions - came as a shock to us. We both drove and were in London - defo not together. I also must have driven home to Cambs and around the county. Anyone else have total amnesia of that time?
 
1981 we were on a ship sailing between the Persian Gulf/Japan and Europe. I know it was darned cold in Germany that winter, but we didn't see any snow there. Here in the far north-west, the really bad winter was in 1979. We took some photos out of our windows - one of the snow plough which had gone off the road into a ditch and had to wait to be hauled out. He didn't bother finishing off our road when he got out.
 
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