A new direction

A friend phoned last week and announced she is starting a new project, she wants our town to become plastic bag free and did I want to be in her working group?

Well, the timing is immaculate, as three years of Shiatsu training is coming to an end and I am already missing the weekends of training, this seems like the ideal project to get stuck into, so our first meeting is next week and I am trying to do some research before that so I don't look like a total idiot. Other towns have already achieved this and as our town is already Fairtrade, it seems a good candidate to have a go.

I am a firm believer that The Universe sorts out things out for us, if only we trust it to do so and this is a good example. This is not 'Cosmic Ordering' as that assumes, rather arrogantly in my view, we actually know exactly what will make us happy, which, lets face it, is unlikely as most people don't know what makes them happy even when they already have it. No, The Universe gives us what will make our lives better, when we least expect it and often surprises us with it's ideas, but it rarely gets it wrong in the long run.

Will keep you updated on bag-free progress (we are thinking of calling the group Old Bags, feel free Dear Reader to come up with better suggestions)

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Generations

Am getting all philosophical in my old age, gawd help us all..... I was looking at the gathering I attended on Sunday, where the ages ranged from 97 to 9 months and thought how good it was to be part of that chain.

My chain will stop with me, indirectly it will carry on with my nephew, but my chain has a definite end, which is a sobering thought. I have always maintained that I am more than happy with my self-inflicted childless state and mostly this is true, but sometimes small things bring you up a little short. Which reminds me of an incident earlier in the year.......

I try to be kind to the planet. When at a party, a Middle Class Mumsy friend of a friend commented, once we had gone through the inevitable 'no children? are you entirely sane?' conversation; 'I' she said 'Recycle and whathaveyou for my children, so they have a planet to live on, you don't have children, why do you do it?' I thought for a moment (whilst fighting the urge to smack the smug cow in the face with the glass in my hand) and said 'I truly believe that you get out what you put in, so if I am nice to the planet, it might just be nice to me' That floored her.

And on that bombshell.......

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Unexpected Pleasures - 2

Woo-hoo!! Have just booked to go away in October, have had 1 week off all year and am very excited!!!

Am off to Greece to an holistic holiday retreat type place, which is really not as dry as it sounds

http://www.thespiritoflife.co.uk/en/index.php

Off to earn some pennies to help pay for it.....

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Unexpected Pleasures

1. Listening to Kirsty MacColl whilst cleaning the bathroom

On a day that held little promise you have to take your pleasures where and when you can......

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A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step

I am learning Tai Chi, which is a lifelong journey in itself, but my journey started on the wrong track and has only recently found a path better suited to me. This is a polite and non judgemental way of saying that I recently changed teachers after 2 years and therefore am starting from scratch again!

So what was my single step? (a polite and non judgemental way of saying 'get on with it you whittering fool') I learnt that I didn't need to bend my knees so much, just relax my hips. Not really earth shattering, I would be the first to admit, indeed it sounds very boring and simple, but it could (if I manage to actually do it) transform the 10 seconds of Tai-Chi I have learnt so far!

Lawks that's a dull old piece of nonsense, I am not sure Blogging is for me. Maybe there just isn't enough interesting things happening in my life. Will ponder and decide......

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Music and Wine and Work

I went to a music festival this weekend, no really, not really the sort of radical rock and roll activity I am normally associated with, but go I did. Glastonbury or Reading it was not, it's a local one held in the large and beautiful garden of a local musician type and all the acts are friends and family, but it has a proper stage and sound system and people saying 'one, two' into microphones whilst tuning their guitar and everything. There was all sorts of music from folk to blue grass to good old fashioned rock 'n' roll. I was, unusually for me at this event, stone cold sober as I had volunteered to be the designated driver but I had a ball, danced and howled (Werewolves of London with a new audience participation section) and for the first time in 5 years of attendance, did not have a hangover on Sunday morning........

Sundays are normally a day of rest or housework or socialising over large and fattening meals or even just sleeping, but I spent my Sunday standing in a small gazebo outside a well-known supermarket wearing an purple sash and massaging overwrought shoppers. It was surprisingly good fun, I was working with nice people and most of said shoppers were grateful and not at all bolshy.

Me and Mr Old Nonsense were going to go out in the evening for aforementioned large and fattening meal, but our plans were derailed by several factors.

1: I got home and despite being seriously annoyed at the lack of any discernible change in the state of the house since I left immediately became one with the sofa and couldn't move.

2: I may have been designated driver, but Mr Old Nonsense had imbibed heavily the night before and was still feeling delicate, which was not helped by...

3: Mr ON had attended the birthday bash of his 7 year old god-daughter and bearing in mind point 2 had been subjected to a couple of hours of high pitched squealing at some play gym whilst nibbling on a dodgy sausage roll and looking like he was having fun.

So a Chinese takeaway it was and I am spending today swinging between the desire to live in a clean and organised home and the need for a proper day off.

The day off is currently winning

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Lawks my first blog type thingy

Seemed like a good idea to have a blog, so I set it all up, chose a password, decided upon a username and blog name, picked my template and here I am, easy-peasy, lemon squeezy......

Now I have to think of things to say, tougher-suffer, orange butter...

I have a feeling that my blog title of 'A bunch old nonsense' may be very apposite