If you know about Geocaching, you will understand the title and basically I hid a new cache and it is up and running this morning. If you don’t know what I am on about, please find out about Geocaching. It’s a great way to find out about places you find yourself living in, travelling through, with fun for kids (of all ages) and doesn’t cost a thing.
I personally don’t use a GPS (Global Positioning System) but Google Earth to locate each cache using the coordinates, then go to the place to find it and sign the log with my grandchildren.
I didn’t get vaccinated as a child and got everything I think from the common cold, throat infections every year all the way to chicken pox and beyond. So, then later as a parent, I got to thinking things through at the time and also didn’t let my first three (born very close together) be vaccinated and of course sods law: They all got whooping cough to start with (one decided to drink a whole bottle of medication from the mantlepiece, while me and the doctor where chatting, the sneaky little hobbitses ~ so off to A&E to empty his stomach of the stuff). Then a few years later all three got the measles. It was horrific. Dosing them up with paracetamol suspension for children, getting them to drink lots of water, sponging them down to keep cool, keeping the curtains closed and a blanket over that too to stop any light getting in (because they actually screamed at even a crack of sunlight like vampires!) and still one of them was so ill he could have died, but they couldn’t risk moving him. Mum came to help the with the around the clock nursing. “Thanks Mum/Granma”. So of course when the other came along, they got vaccinated and never seem to get anything, tough little beggers too.
We try our best for our kids. We make decisions at the time that are right for that time, based on what we can find out and that is all we can do. Our decisions are good to go at the time and that’s how it is. Maybe back then if I had vaccinated them, it could have been the wrong choice and the vaccine might have been a bad batch. No regrets. No one needs go back in time, because for one thing it doesn’t now exist. The past has passed. The future is not a guarantee. Living as best we can, happy in the here and now is one of the best vaccines /medicine anyone can take.
I recall the times as a youngster, well before the fear of heights, when I would quite gladly go and sit in the gods of the theatre to watch a play or dance or listen to the music practise. Maybe me and my companion would be a right naughty pair during a performance and throw a half peanut down onto someone’s head below. So sorry folks it wasn’t a ghost of the building or special effects, it was us theatre kids.
Gods = The top most deck of an old style British theatre, that was mostly only available to roam by cast, cast family and friends. Oh and we would be up there to start the “Booooo!” off when a baddy came on the stage.
p.s. So of course I believe in the gods, I’ve been there to laugh my head off!
I’ve no formal training as a professional artist, only a couple of degree modules looking into fine art and public sculpture (ahem, yet I recall getting merit and distinction). I got good marks for both subjects overall and enjoyed the creativity involved.
The module of fine art looked into the various artists and we studied their work. Whereas the public sculpture module went into all sorts of aspects including balance and safety of large pieces. We even got to make a maquette (small mock up) of a sculpture we would make if we had the chance. If I had been able to make the sculpture, it would have looked a bit like this:
My maquette was made in a fast drying clay, then painted with nail varnish and placed into a scene made of cardboard. It represented a huge sculpture that if I could, would have been created for just outside a safe house for street kids, Mexico. You see I had been reading about how the street kids had been killed right outside the gate of a building in question, by police!
I decided that the sculpture could be made physically strong enough to withstand a car attempting to run down a child or stop bullets. At least long enough perhaps, for the volunteers to open the gates and get the child into safety.
My thinking about the artistic side, was that not only did it represent the child (painted golden metallic in the middle) but the protective nature of the house and those who volunteered in it.
“Stop running around. Stay here.” An irritated look. Something like frustration, exasperation, helplessness. “Don’t touch that! No, we’re not getting candy.” The mom in front of me in line gets more and more agitated. I see a frown on her face, her lips tighten. I hear her voice rise and speed up. She clenches to […]
via Empathy in the supermarket — Empathy works. It always does.
- Feed a cold and starve a fever or
- Starve a cold and feed a fever or
- Drink and eat sensibly when and what you can
Anyway, last week, while they stopped over, one of the grandchildren had a snotty cold. I made him plenty of fresh strawberry and banana smoothies. Read on if you have the mind to or stop here. The cold didn’t stop him from playing at the park. His energy levels never seem to dwindle. Occasionally when he sneezed, it was far more than a tissue could cope with, way past his chin. Swinging the dangled green goo, he ran laughing and at this point I imagine you might be saying: “Thanks for sharing that!!” 😀
What is it now? I’ll tell you what it is now: My ruddy turn to cope with a dreadful snotty cold! I’m currently using rolls and rolls of tissue on my nose and sipping water to combat a tickly throat. Will I be running about? Not likely! What is it now, is me thinking towards my beloved lively, happy grandchild: “Thanks for sharing that!!” 😀
p.s. and now a headache too.
So, did my beloved grandson actually get a headache and still run around, going again and again and again on the ruddy zipline?
Kids are so resilient, don’t you think?
p.p.s. 3 hours later and now a temperature too!!!
I’ve been in bed most of today reading other people’s blogs… Sick of this now, if I wasn’t so bloody weak…
Last note: I slept very little, a bit like being seated on a train that stopped at many stations. Sleep, snore, wake to blow nose, sip water, go back to sleep… I think I’ll live though, after all it is only a ruddy cold “sneeze!” 😀
Foraging for food, rule number one to infinity:
- Check, double check, check again.
If in doubt – don’t pick!!!
I recommend you get this book to do the checking: Food for free by Richard Mabey
Other rules include:
- Don’t take the freakin lot!!! Conservation dictates that if you take the lot, then there will not be any in the future, for you or anyone else for that matter. Plus the environment will change, for mother nature cannot withstand a greedy guts.
- How about: Take photos or sketches instead of plants to study, to check and check again, then go back another day (better than touching something poisonous and never going anywhere ,ever again!)
- Stay safe, take a phone and check to see if it has a signal in that area (wild beasties might take offence at you being there or domesticated ones for that matter).
A short true fun~guy story:
As my mum was a true forager, some mornings we woke up to a huge plate of fungi for breakfast. She would be out really early before we woke to pick them.
Sometimes she would pick fungi during the day. One day she was out in a field picking mushrooms into her wicker basket. She thought one of us kids was poking her bum, but it wasn’t, it was a huge bull (maybe being playful). Fortunately for her and us, she got out of the field in super quick time!!!
Okay, so here’s the thing, if you can make veggie vol-au-vents and if you can make thick almond milk custard using custard powder and if you like strawberries, then this is the idea for you:Please don’t ask for recipes, there’s lots of search engines for that. Enjoy. 😛
Dragon Castle Bouncy Fun at Carmarthen Park, Morfa Lane, Carmarthen SA31 3AX, 10.00am to 4.00pm today (especially helpful info if you missed the Harry Potter bounce yesterday). The rest of the park is free and if you’re new to Carmarthen, the roundabout leading into the town from the river Towy, the junction of Blue Street and Coracle Way, contains a red metal dragon sculpture by Tony Woodman. It looks like about fortheen feet high, as see here: DRAGON
Many shops in Wales sell tiger loaves, so maybe you could let your imagination pretend that they are baked using the fire from a dragon (but actually the crinkle top is made by painting rice paste onto the surface before baking). Question: What do you get when a fire breathing dragon sneezes? Answer: Out of the way!
So, this is the last day of National Vegetarian Week for this year, so maybe celebrate by making your sarnies from the list below and stay off meat for good too?
- Hummus (with maybe sun-dried tomatoes and/or olives)
- Peanut butter and thin slices of apple or banana
- Olive pâté and lettuce
- Coleslaw with chopped walnuts and little pieces of sultanas
- Beetroot from a jar (simple and refreshing)
- Cucumber (a very quintessentially traditional British sarnie)
- Rocket, Bacos sprinkles and Reggae Reggae Sauce, especially seen as it’s a Dragon’s Den investment, however there is the thing that the production of the sauce moved from Wales to Poland in March 2007, so perhaps make something just as hot and spicy like it, at home yourself?
As I have been banging on about all week as said in the words of the Vegetarian Society: Our world is complicated enough and this one surprisingly simple change of no longer eating meat, will benefit your health, the environment and especially the beloved animals.