Fun And Games

On the night shiftMonday, first proper day of the holiday and a task list as long as your arm. the problem was, most of the tasks required the purchase of this or that component before they could be completed. Both B and I have a serious allergy to shopping, so this could get messy.

We decided that we should make a master list, but as we all know, that is often easier said than done. We tried to break down the items into form or function and also into possible source store. It all looked logical, but it didn’t work out quite the way it was planned.

We spent the whole day going round the usual DIY suspects, and made a few of the required purchases, and several that weren’t. It was a lot of fun actually, and although we didn’t manage to find everything, we did come home with a very comfortable new toilet seat. The ultimate impulse buy.

I did get chance to talk to my mum, who sounded a lot better than yesterday, but was not back to normal by any means. She said that she had been drinking plenty, so hopefully she is on the mend.

Getting home around 5:00 and after a yummy diner and a few minor projects we got news that B’s dad was being taken into Frenchay hospital again, he was in there a couple of weeks ago, so the rest of the evening was spent waiting to be summonsed to go in so B could tell the staff about Ivor’s needs.

It was just after 2:00am when we finally got back home, a rather long day, and although Ivor is settled and sleeping, not the way we would have planned it.

A Proper Curate’s Egg

Kingfisher On The River FromeToday has been proper strange. It started fairly early with breakfast whilst watching the the start of the Grand Prix, Then off to the Co-op to pick up pastries for a second breakfast round at Hannah’s new house.

It’s a lovely property, big rooms, lots of space for the family to spread out. Nice and modern but in a traditional style, if you get my drift. Charlotte and Oliver came over too, so it was a nice family morning.

Back at the cottage, it was beautiful sunshine and a soft warm breeze. B hung the washing out while I set the ladders up against the end wall to investigate some loft insulation that was protruding from the barge boards. It seems that birds have been collecting it through a hole under the boards, so we placed a piece of wood over the hole, to try to deter them.

Having secure the ladders, and with half an hour until the roast lamb was due to come out of the oven, we went for a stroll down to the site of one of the old snuff mills, on the banks of the river Frome. The sunlight formed dappled pools of light through the spring foliage and the babbling river made a perfect soundtrack as we made our way along the riverbank.

We were busy watching a pair of yellow wagtails hunting amongst the rocks and boulders below the weir, when my eye was caught by an electric blue flash. It was a Kingfisher, elegant, sleek and arguably Britain’s most beautiful bird. We watched as it sped up and down it’s territorial stretch of the river, coming to rest on what appeared to be it’s regular perching points. It was so beautiful, in the setting of a perfect Spring day, that we lost track of time and had to hurry back to rescue the lamb from the oven.

Whether it was the walk, the fresh air, the excitement of seeing the Kingfisher or just possibly the glass of red wine that helped wash the Sunday roast down, I could not say. Suffice to say that another ‘recharging’ snooze ensued, so soon even the extra hour of daylight was also gone.

Just to complete the gamut of emotions, I found out tonight, that my mum has picked up this accursed norovirus and was feeling proper poorly. It’s really doing the rounds at the moment, but being in her early eighties, we are concerned that she is safe, doesn’t get dehydrated and can get help if she needs it. She will call tomorrow to let us have an update, and has an emergency pendant if she needs assistance in the night.

So as I said, a proper curate’s egg of a day, good in some parts, not so good in others.

No Rush

Lazy DayToday was the first day of our holiday, and we had such plans. Some guy from a well known double glazing company was due to arrive about 10:00 so we were planning to get up and eat breakfast in good time. In the event, he called to say that he had a family emergency and couldn’t make it. B thought it was sad and felt sorry for him, I was a little less than convinced.

Anyway, whether it was true, or whether he saw how beautiful the weather was and decided to head for the coast, was immaterial, we had nothing planned for the rest of the morning. So we went back to bed, and talked and talked and talked. Living apart gives us both space, but there is always so much to discuss when we are together.

We also slept, even though we had both slept well last night. I’ve spoken before about recharging the batteries, and today was just such a day. In the end, we got up about 4:00pm, a very lazy day. J & H popped in for a cup of tea and a chat, we did a bit of shopping and went over to see B’s mum, but that was about it.

We have a ton of things to do this week, DIY, paperwork, all sorts, but it couldn’t have been finished today or tomorrow, and taking some time to relax has put us in a good place to begin in earnest on Monday.

Super Sunny Smiles

Sunny DayWhat a beautiful day!!! I know we have a water shortage here in Dorset, as do many areas of the UK, but it’s difficult to wish for rain on such a glorious summer-like day. The sun is streaming down, warming the shoots of Spring and putting a smile on everyone’s face.

Just to make things even better, our company results were released today, showing we have turned a decent profit, even in these austere times, and it’s my last day at work for a whole week. Marvellous!!!

Sunshine, good news and holidays are great at raising your life-state. It’s very difficult to be in hell-state when the world looks so warm and inviting. In a similar way, when we are chanting Nam Myoho Renge Kyo, we feel the warmth of our faith and that also gives the world around us a sunny disposition.

On this wonderful sunny day it’s impossible to feel depressed, and my practice simply serves to make a good day even better.

The Read To Enlightenment (pun intended)

The Buddha, Geoff and MeAnyone who follows my blog will be sick and tired of hearing about The Buddha, Geoff and Me, but I make no excuses for mentioning it yet again. I listen to it, in audiobook form, all the time at home, on my smartphone and in the car and suggest people read or listen to it if they show an interest in Nichiren Buddhism.

It’s an amazing, invigorating and enlightening story about a young man’s relationship and growing friendship with a Buddhist, Geoff, who attempts to teach him the basics of the religion and covers many aspects of the philosophy and practice. For anyone, interested in Nichiren Buddhism, its teachings and practices, this book covers the basics in a most readable form.

If you find the story as enthralling and the lessons as invaluable as I did, this book will transform your thinking, help you to control your mood (life states) and lead you towards a more meaningful life. Give it a try, and chant your way towards enlightenment, it’s a wonderful and life changing experience.

Buy the book here or listen to it in podcast form here.

Boing … Spring Is Here

Spring LambsDespite the recent gloomy weather it is so heart warming to see the green shoots of Spring. I’ve been driving past fields of bouncy lambs for a few days now and it lifts the spirits to see them. It has been beautiful in Ringwood today, temperatures of over 20° and lovely warm sunshine.

Of course, in Buddhist terms, Spring is the first chapter in the year’s Wheel of Life. The reincarnation of nature, following the apparent demise of trees, flowers and shrubs over the Winter months.

As sure as day will follow night and Spring will follow Winter, our rebirth follows the death of our earthly bodies. Exactly the same way that plants use Winter to build their reserves for the Spring, we use death to recharge our souls ready for rebirth.

It is a time of lengthening days, warmer sunshine and the emergence of banks of daffodils  and other Spring flowers. In fact the clock go forward this weekend, so we can look forward to the nice long evenings again.

The Wheel of Life continues to turn, today, tomorrow and for Eternity.

Techno Trouble

My Blue Truth HeadcaseIt’s lunchtime, I need to pop into the town to shop and get cash, I jump in the car and head off. I decide to try to give B a ring. She’s probably busy, but I try anyway. I double click the call button on my Bluetooth headset, last number redial and I hear the ringtone.

‘You’ve been forwarded to the voicemail box for 07********, please leave a message at the tone’ says the lady on the other end. I was right, B’s busy and can’t take the call. Shall I hang up, or shall I leave her a message. I decide to do the latter, so in my huskiest voice I say …

‘Hi Bumble, it’s only me. I just called to tell you I love you, but you knew that already. Have a lovely afternoon and we’ll speak later. Love you, bye’

By now I’ve found my parking spot and I trundle off round town, pick up a few groceries and ask for cash-back so I don’t have to join the ruck at the bank. I stop to buy a Big Issue from the lady who always sits outside Sainsbury’s, then back to the car and the office.

No response from B, but that’s not unusual, she has precious little time to call or even text during the day. But then Guy, my boss says ‘I had a missed call from you at 1:05, was it important?’

‘Missed call? I don’t think so’ I say, and I check my phone. Sure enough, there’s a record of a call at 1:05, to Guy, and I wonder why. Then the penny drops. I had called him on my way to work, the traffic was bad and I thought I was going to be late, so he was my last call, and he was the unwitting recipient of my message to B !!!

I confess to the crime, praying that we won’t play the message in the office, he does. Well he starts to, and then decides that discretion is the better part of valour and deletes it. So another lesson learned. Don’t trust technology in matters of the heart, it can go horribly wrong and could get you into a lot of hot water. It was pretty funny though and it’s no secret anyway.

More Monday Mayhem

Monday MayhemBy now you might be getting the idea that I really don’t like Mondays. It’s always minor mayhem in the office, lots of emails to answer, tons of orders to process, but it’s always been like that. I can deal with the work, as I’ve said before, it’s far better than no work, so I live with it.

What really makes it harder is having to leave Bumble back in Bristol. After having a fun weekend together, it’s no fun driving down the A36 at 6:00 in the morning, particularly when the car is telling me it’s -2°C outside. But needs must and I get to the office just before 8:30, despite having to follow a monster agricultural contraption for miles.

The day flies by, helped along by an unexpected call from B, just checking that I’m not in some ditch somewhere. Lunchtime comes and goes and still the email mountain sits looking at me, but slowly and surely I work my way through it, the process punctuated by a number of customer phone calls. I leave around 5:20, with the boss still hard at it.

I’m tired, and the flat can be a bit quiet, but then the phone rings. It’s B, and we have a nice chat about the day and the events of the weekend. The evening is taken up with the mundane things in life, washing, cleaning, all the things that get neglected whilst I’m in Bristol. Another chat with B, as she snuggles down for the night, then a quick call to my mom to make sure she’s ok, and Monday’s done. Tomorrow will be a lot easier, but I must stop wishing my Mondays away, I’m off to chant, that’ll fix it.

Mothering Sunday

I ♥ My MomWhat a lovely day, spent with three mothers, B, her mum and mine. The journey from Bristol to Sutton Coldfield was made all the more pleasant with Scheherazade playing on the CD player accompanied by copious amounts of Love Hearts.

It was the first time B and her mum had met my mum and it was nice to hear mum relating the stories about how she met my dad and tales about our family homes around Sutton.

A lovely lunch and a guided tour of the garden made the time fly by and soon it was time to say our goodbyes. Having dropped B’s mum back home, B’s children Sam and Josie and little granddaughter Merrin came round to the cottage for the evening, so a lovely Mother’s day was had by all. Mum’s are the most important people in the world, for without them, non of us would be here.

Ask A Silly Question

Qs and AsI learned a really important lesson today, one which at my age, you might expect I had already learned. When you ask someone a question, you must be prepared to receive an answer, and not necessarily the answer you were expecting.

Without going into any detail, I asked a light hearted question of someone this evening, and already had the answer ready in my own head. To my huge surprise, I actually got a completely different response to the one I expected and it really threw me.

After further discussion, and not a little self reflection, the mini wobble was stabilised, but it did teach me a good lesson as I said. That is, to never ask a question of someone unless you are truly prepared to deal with the answer.

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