Another day...

Today the sun shone, ace!

Today I was able to write for several consecutive hours. Ream!

Today I rested a little after a hectic week. Sweet! In the sun, even better.

Today I heard from my son, he may be coming to stay. I can't wait.....

Tonight my friends, and I shared a meal. It was not the best food in the world, but it was the best of company. Awesome.

Tonight I should already be asleep, it has been a full day.

Tomorrow I can begin it all again. If I am lucky, I can enjoy it even more. Exceptional.

Don't you just love these modern expressions. Somehow, despite, and against my better judgement they grow on you.

How much will language have changed by the time the next generation is grown?

Where will I be...... And, who will be able to recognise it.

Here's hoping we keep the wealth of expressions, and general vocabulary currently in the English language.

Connection

For the next couple of weeks I am staying somewhere where there is a permanent Internet connection. Yippee.

At last I will be able to dive into things at odd times. Without making the effort of going to a library, or wi fi hub. Also, without the time constrains that accompany such visits. 

This will also help with my writing, as I like to be able to delve into associated topics as I write. Or, to check out various unknowns, or information. I like to have confirmation of any information I give.

Today, suddenly feels like Christmas. How great is this.

 Look for me more often.

In addition, there is also a sea view. Looking over the tree tops towards the Whangaparaoa peninsula coast line. The main beach on this stretch is Stanmore Bay. Even at this reliably late hour of  nearly seven thirty, the sea looks a dark, and beautiful blue.

Bye for now folks

On line crap

Having spent the best part of two days trying to fill forms on line, I am now rope-able. Why are any forms you need to fill, so l,one, and so complicated. Is it me, stupid, or are they really difficult, and obtuse.

I tried to set up another blog. I want to talk about something different, other than writing, and it associated difficulties. Impossible to do, even though I filled in the form again, and again. It would not take, and is still not set up. Argggg.

Today, I tried to join a web site for authors. What a fiasco. I don't believe I know the first thing about how this blasted Internet works, or why I cannot work it. I filled, I was refused. I filled again, I was refused. I filled differently, still refused. I tried many times, until my neck is a mass of tension, and head is about to split.

For now, it has beaten me. Through it all, I am aware of how long it has all taken. 

That my Mother is at home waiting for my company again. I am there because she has not been too good, and is getting very old. We know time is limited for her now. But, my god, I am so bad at this. I have so many things I need to do, with no Internet connection there, I must come out. I have had a full, and solitary week there, left in charge.i am ready to climb the walls already. What a bad daughter I must be. I find this so hard.

 Perhaps if she could hear me, it would help. But everything is shouted, and still she does not hear me. She long ago refused all hearing aids. WHat can I do, except go back now, and settle in again. Into the dreadful heat, the shouting, and the booming of the T.V. Hoping, that soon my partner will come, and give me someone to actually talk to without shouting, or pantomiming.

I hope I can do this for another few days at least........

My obsession with the weather

Is only because there was so much rain, weeks of it, months of it. There was heavy rain, torrential rain, stormy rain, steady rain. One after the other with barely a break in between. Enough to drive to crazy. Especially when my only recourse to excersise right now is walking. It got so that I walked regardless. Wet, dry, in between. I was desperate, and very wet, and chilly a lot.

Today, it's actually dry. Is this it. Have it done at last?

Better than that, sitting in the library,as I have no Internet connection at my mothers where I am staying(she is ill right now) I can hear a happy baby gurgling away, experimenting with making noises. It's enough to cheer a mother up. The fact is, I have been a mother most of my life, having started early. I don't really remember being anything other than a mother. I love babies anyway. Anyone's babies. So, silly as it may seem, the happy baby sounds, make me happy.

Still, I know my own mother is counting the time until I return to keep her company. Once there, I must do whatever fictional stories I am working on, sitting in her, rather uncomfortable furniture, which she loves..

 Which, means I must bring this to a close, pack up my iPad, and steal away into the dry air outside.

Does anywhere know why it looks different outside? Is something missing? I had better get going before the all too familiar wet returns...

Pip, pip, everyone

The rain in Spain ...actually it's New Zealand at present

What a few months we have had here. Rain, rain, and more rain. I could become depressed, but I won't. 

All this time I have missed the most fantastic hot summer in Kent. Go figure..I badly needed it after a horrendous English winter, and getting run down. But, it was not to be.

Sometimes life takes you on a trip, you just have to go along with it. To fight is futile. If something must be done, then go for it. Make the most of the changes, and the differences. Otherwise, you will drive yourself crazy. As well as be unhappy.

So, here I am caring for my poorly mother, and coping with health issues of my own. When all the time it rains..such a change from my usual life.

Still, there is family, palm trees, beaches, and friends. Thank god for friends, and picking up where you left off. 

Suddenly, out of the window, the sun is trying to shine. See, you never know when things may change.

Hurray for life......

Writing blogs.

This thing has got away with me somehow. Emailing, blogging, tweeting, face booking, all take so much time.  Love it all, but need to write too. I now have several books about ready to go. Give me more hours in the day

 Found myself writing in the middle of the night last night. I had no time the day before, and its not good to miss a day. i feel the loss. 

Time is at a premium, because I am staying with my mother, who is ill.  my time is no longer my own, but must be given to her

May the heavens help us all through this time. .

Posting.

How is it, I never seem to get this right. Life is like a puzzle sometimes. No matter what you do, you can't find the right pieces, even though you know they are there. Right in front of your eyes.