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Oh yes sirree, Mama has stamped her foot again and boy is she mad; spitting fire and ice, her fury can be seen and felt for hundreds of miles as plumes of smoke spill forth from her nostrils. 

Keeping watch on an angry volcano

For all our advances in technology, science and understanding of our universe, when Mother Nature stamps her foot; we are but puny flotsam tossed about in the winds of fate, at the whim of her fury. 

Who knew that when the Eyjafjallajoekull volcano in Iceland erupted last week Wednesday that by Thursday we would be grounded!

 With 7,500 airplanes normally flying across our skies on a daily basis, surreal would be a perfect way to describe the lack of planes now. We are so used to vapour trails that to look up now and only see blue sky and clouds is weird to say the least, and yet unless you actually think about it and pause to look, it is not immediately obvious, with the exception of folk who live in their flight paths. 

Iceland is 600km away and the winds have blown the ash, now reaching 8km’s high first here and then into Europe. Not since WW2 have we been grounded…….you’ve been bad little people and now you are grounded.   Go to your room and stay there for the next 4 days! 🙂 

Bizarre true, real absolutely. 

One of my twitter friends asked me yesterday if it was ashy here and my reply was no!   Well I now have cause to retract that comment….the floor this morning was covered in a fine patina of grey ash!    The bird bath is covered with a fine film of dust and my eyes have been burning since I woke this morning.

It has been both fascinating, exciting and a teensy-weensy scary watching all the news reports.   We are truly at the mercy of the winds and the ash spewing forth across the skies, to all intents and purposes cut off from the rest of the world.   The ferries and trains still run, overloaded with people suddenly desperate to get home; onto familiar ground.

The cost to the economy has so far been £600million and with 6million passengers stranded in airports or lands far away, the costs mount up with no absolute guarantee it will soon be over….we are at the mercy of the winds.

On the plus side, coz of course there is always a plus side:  the people who live in Richmond (and other areas) are enjoying the peace and quiet.  With 1 plane every 90seconds on a normal day, now they are free to open their windows without the rush of noise from above, can stroll through the park and actually hear the birds, free from the 200,000 tonnes of Co2 which will be saved every day.   Joggers and kite-flyers are out on the runways, making the most of the space.

Meanwhile the volcano continues to erupt, and reports suggest that it is more active than it previously was.   As it continues to blow, we remain in a state of suspended wonder, with no noise pollution above our towns, the airports are eerily empty and businesses are counting the cost, waiting for the all clear to resume travel plans.  

How small our planet has become of late, with cheaper travel and a multitude of airlines all clamouring for our business, we travel to far-flung countries and islands wihout a 2nd thought, eager to explore the world.    And yet, how far away is home when you are stranded in a foreign land; no money, no visa, no food and no place to stay. 

How life is disrupted and thrown into turmoil and there is nothing we can do about it, while in the skies above us 3 layers of volcanic residue continues to rain down.

Found this link showing the effects of the ash cloud from above.

Here are some photos I took this morning 08:30 at Hampstead Heath.   I stood in one spot and did a 360degree circle.   No planes in the sky; surreal.

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By all appearances spring has definitely arrived.  We have been blessed with three wonderful sunshiney days; days to be treasured as they are so rare.  Everywhere you look are blossoms galore, red, pink, white and yellow, the bushes are a blaze of colour.

spring colours

 

I took a stroll down to Hampstead Heath this afternoon to make the most of the sun and get some fresh air (been cooped up in the house since yesterday at 11:30)

sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy....

It is amazing how the sunny weather brings out the multitudes.  The grassy lawns of the park near the ponds were sprinkled with sunbathers, solitary snoozers, groups chatting, moms and dads pushing prams or yelling at kids on bikes, kites swooping gaily in the breeze, dogs running after balls, splashing in the ponds, ducks flapping and squawking, and overall an air of contentment and enjoyment; the ice-cream man doing a roaring trade.           

sunbathers, groups chatting, a day in the park

I meandered along the paths, peering through my lens, snapping here and there, capturing the sun and the mood.  Some very hardy (or mad) folk were swimming in the men’s pond (??) mad dogs and englishmen!!  

spring blossom at the ponds

I eventually reached one of the lower ponds and stopped to watch the waterfowl.   A similar multitude of birdfowl were out feeding, flapping, diving and scooting across the water; a splash of water in their wake.         

eqyptian geese

a menage-a-trois

Across the pond a swan set out; a mission on his mind.  Wings set in battle formation his breast cleaving the water before him, like a scooner at sea he plowed his way across the pond, with a beady eye on the egyptian geese.   A game (?) of tag soon ensued.  The geese flapping and running across the water, attempting to outswim the swan, to no avail.   He was not deterred when with a flourish of wings the geese lifted into the air and swooped down on the far side of the pond.                                 

a swan harrasing the egyptian geese

With sails set and determined strokes the swan was not giving up.  Soon it reached the geese who had just settled and once again he bore down with murder in mind!   The geese flew up into the air, voices raised in angry protest.  To no avail  No sooner were they settled than once again the swan bore down.

Eventually after about 10minutes of to and froing the geese gave up and with an anguished cry, spread their wings and flew off to safer waters. 

the egyptian geese finally gave up and flew off

 The swan, satisfied with intruders seen packing, he then settled his feathers and leisurely made his way to the side of the pond to feed.      

to the victor; the spoils

To the victor; the spoils.

p.s. same blog, just added the spring blooms photo

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Had a weird morning today. Was just brushing my hair when for the first time in ages I took a really good look at myself and realised that OMG! I’m getting old. This was brought about by the realisation that in exactly 20 days from now I will be 55years old. 

I had no problem with reaching 50, and in fact had one of the best holidays of my life in celebration (went to Paris for a week with my daughter).   It was kinda cool to be able to say that I was ‘half a century’. 

And now suddenly five years have gone by, my bones have started creaking a bit louder, my step is a bit slower, the waist is extending, the grey hairs are advancing inexorably, the hair colour’s receding and the truth can no longer be hidden….

In response to this shocking moment I sent a text to my daughter and 2 of my sisters!  The rest as they say is…..no, not history…. but a LOL joke, decending in hilarity. 

my text: Ugh! How weird, just realised in 20days time i will be 55! cant even say am half century now coz i am ‘morethan’ 🙂 bludy years are racing by!

Daughter: 🙂 silly ninky! Your’e beautiful & don’t look a day over 45! 🙂

me: Hahahaha! U r so gorgus 🙂 thank u my angel, u sure know how to make a Mom feel gud. bless u 4 being so sweet. mwah

Daughter 🙂 I just want your ‘jeans’ 😉

me: what! U ain’t getting mah jeans! Dey be my bestest pair! Buy yer own babydoll

Daughter: Heehee tah late big mama! I just got dem jeans sum time just 29yrs4months ago!

me: Aw shucks piglet, too l8 for u then , your’e snuckered. Welcome to my ‘jeans’

Daughter: Indeed! Tis alrite, am hapi to hav dem jeans!

Sister #1: u feel old; i’m doing old – am fotoing 1800s buildings in town of kaapschehoop near nelspruit!

Sister#2: Hubbie’s response: Hang in there old girl 🙂 Sister’s response: like a fine wine…Also we must appreciate the gift of long years and happy memories and wisdom earned without gaining a criminal record

me: Hahahaha! No jokes plz!! the criminal record may be nearer than u think!! As 4 the wine! Ever opened a bottle of old wine? Tastes like vinegar!

sister #2: hey look at the bright side! soon you can audition for a part in ‘waiting for god’.:)

……..and so my life is reduced to a pending part in a TV show! 🙂

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What a lovely day today. I have so enjoyed connecting and chatting to friends around the world. I am so addicted to twitter and facebook and surfing the internet. I could do this all day.   It never ceases to amaze me how much information is out there, I learn something new every day.  I love following the links that people post on their updates, and find out things I never knew.  It is great to have a virtual ‘chat’ with a friend who lives in the USA and to say goodnight to someone in Sweden, reply to posts on travel forums about places I’ve been and retweet inspiring quotes.

I joined a new travel site tonight and when I was filling in the names of the places I have travelled to in the last 9 years as well as the info on areas I have lived in and travelled to in SA, I am reminded of how many places I have been to!  How lucky I am to have had the opportunity to live in the UK.  From here it is so easy to go places in Europe and the USA, and as travelling is my passion of course the more the better.  I was pleasantly surprised to note just how many places I have been to, and frankly I cant even remember many of them (will have to check back on my diaries).   Filling in the destinations was great fun, and I enjoyed the memories of each trip as I noted them down.

It also served to remind me how lucky I am to have been introduced to World Ventures and how with the opportunities it provides, I will now be able to travel even more and get to visit all the places still on my wish list.  Of course my wish list is incredibly long and I would have to live another whole lifetime just to get to them all, but with this company at least I can be sure of visiting the most of them.

I started out writing this blog this morning, but got diverted and distracted as I usually do when I get onto twitter, and so the day has gone by.  So in the interest of time….. I will simply post the following as it was when I wrote it:

“as i write I am sitting overlooking the verandah, a perfect position to watch all the activity going on.  a squirrel is nicking the bird seed (as usual), the blue tits are flitting back & forth and I noticed just now that the great tits are nest building; how exciting!  The weather is mucky and we’ve had rain off and on since the early hours.    I also noticed that the fox did’nt eat much of the food I left out last night, ignored my macaroni cheese and left it on the plate!!! how rude 🙂    oooo a chaffinch has just landed; ahh they are so pretty and I don’t often see them in the mornings.  The magpie with it’s glorious shimmering blue & pink tail feathers has been.   They always make me nervous they do, staring at me with one eye and head cocked.   This verandah is a constant source of entertainment and I am so lucky to be able to watch the birds as they go about their business, although I have noticed that there are not as many birds as usual in the garden this year.  With the warmer weather there do appear to be a few more pairs flitting about in the trees in front of the house.  Noticeable because the trees are still bare, although I have to say that there are not as many birds this spring as usual.    I have seen a pair of robins, occassionally a third.  I have seen four blue tits, 2 great tits, 1/2 chaffinch, 2 sparrows, a number of magpies and of course plenty of pigeons (which I dislike intensely).   We have had as many as 5 squirrels at a time on the verandah and they are incredibly greedy and great fun to watch. although I was absolutely dismayed to see one steal a chick from the magpie’s nest high in the tree.    The trees are starting to bud now and I noticed today that the bush at the bottom of the garden is a blaze of yellow flowers.  Of course the whole world is a blaze of yellow with the fabulous daffodils that are blooming everywhere.  They are quite my favourite flowers and brighten even the dullest of days.  A sure sign of spring, they are lovely to behold.”     

I was surfing the UK news tonight and noticed this article  which of course immediately caught my eye, most particularly because I had remarked earlier on that I had not seen many birds in the garden this year.

and now since it is actually tomorrow, I had better go to bed before the sun comes up 🙂

Enjoy your day guys, wishing you a good one.

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To commemorate her 69th birthday on October 1, actress/vocalist Julie Andrews made a special appearance at Manhattan’s Radio City Music Hall for the benefit of the AARP. One of the musical numbers she performed was “My Favorite Things” from the legendary movie “The Sound Of Music.” 

Here are the actual lyrics she used:
Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
 
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
 
These are a few of my favorite things.
 
Cadillac’s and cataracts, and hearing aids and glasses,
 
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
 
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
 
These are a few of my favorite things..
 
When the pipes leak, When the bones creak,
 
When the knees go bad,
 
I simply remember my favorite things,
 
And then I don’t feel so bad.
 
Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,
 
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
 
Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,
 
These are a few of my favorite things.
 
Back pains, confused brains, and no need for sinnin’,
 
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin’,
 
And we won’t mention our short, shrunken frames,
 
When we remember our favorite things.
 
When the joints ache, When the hips break,
 
When the eyes grow dim,
 
Then I remember the great life I’ve had,
 
And then I don’t feel so bad.
 

Ms. Andrews received a standing ovation from the crowd that lasted over four minutes and repeated encores. Please share Ms. Andrews ‘ clever wit and humor with others who would appreciate it…….that’s you 🙂 Pass this on if you enjoyed it 🙂

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And so it is over for another 364 days!  The build up, the excitement, the resolutions all on the shelf for another year. What a shame.

How did I spend my New Year? Well here I am in Hove, near the sea which I love and I got to see fireworks courtesy of some kind souls in the neighbourhood.  I also watched the fireworks on the London Eye via my TV (what would I do without all our wonderful technology).

Then to my delight at about 00:12 my daughter phoned to say “Happy New Year”, and indeed…now it was.

Woke early the next day and took a brisk walk to the beach, such a gorgeous day was not to be missed. 🙂

The streets were quite deserted and except for the occassional pedestrian I hardly saw a soul.   I greeted these few hardy citizens, about so early and received either a cheery response, a grumpy growl or a look that could melt ice. 🙂

The sea and sky were an icy shade of blue and the sun was rising from the east (as it does), casting a beam of light across the waves.   On the beach were the words HAPPY NEW YEAR, and so it shall be.

01.01.10 Happy New Year on the beach at Hove

01.01.10 Hove - clear blue sky and clear blue sea, on New Years day in the morning

01.10.10 on the beach at Hove looking towards Brighton

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I just love this story. In an age when values have become muddled,and ‘how much I received’ is more important than ‘how much I gave’, this story is an inspiration.  Perhaps at this time, it would be good to climb off the commercial merry-go-round and reassess our own values!

For the Man Who Hated Christmas
by Nancy W. Gavin

It’s just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past ten years or so.

It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas–oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it–overspending… the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma—the gifts given in desperation because you couldn’t think of anything else.

Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way.

Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended; and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler’s ears.

It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn’t acknowledge defeat.

Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, “I wish just one of them could have won,” he said. “They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.” Mike loved kids – all kids – and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That’s when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition–one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on.

The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.

As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn’t end there.

You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more.

Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing to take down the envelope.

Mike’s spirit, like the Christmas spirit will always be with us.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Editor’s Note: This true story was originally published in the December 14, 1982 issue of Woman’s Day magazine. It was the first place winner out of thousands of entries in the magazine’s “My Most Moving Holiday Tradition” contest in which readers were asked to share their favorite holiday tradition and the story behind it. The story inspired a family from Atlanta, Georgia to start The White Envelope Project and Giving101, a nonprofit organization dedicated to educating youth about the importance of giving. To learn more about honoring a loved one through this special tradition, please visit www.Giving101.org/WhiteEnvelopeProject. On the site, you can browse a catalog of unique giving opportunities, create and send your own white envelope gift, purchase charity gift cards, and more.

sourced from:
AsAManThinketh.net

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Abandon Yourself!

another great post, sourced by The Small Business Angel – Posted: 16 Dec 2009 01:30 AM PST

by: Neil Eskelin, Source Unknown

Alexander the Great, the Greek king, once led his troops across a hot, arid desert. After nearly two weeks of marching, he and his soldiers were near death from thirst, yet Alexander pushed ahead.

In the noonday sun, two of his scouts brought what little water they were able to find. It barely filled a cup. Alexander’s troops were shocked with he poured the water into the burning sand.

The king said, “It is of no use for one to drink when many thirst.”

Treating those who report to you as partners or associates will not work if it’s only a scheme of a strategy. It must be a genuine heart-felt expression.

When we truly believe in the potential of people, they rarely disappoint us. That is one of the messages of Max DePree, in his perceptive book, “Leadership is an Art.” He recommends becoming “abandoned to the strength of others — of admitting that we cannot know or do everything.”

Starting today, vow that you will treat your associates as partners, not subordinates.

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I love The Small Business Angel. Is a great source of information.   I subscribe to their newsletter & always get quality hints and tips or links.

50 Ways to Save Money – “This is Money”’s top 50 money-saving tips – #13

13. Do DIY
We’re a nation of obsessive DIYers and for around £100 you can take a course at your local adult education college to improve the skills needed to tackle most household repairs. If the college runs plumbing courses you could soon be on track to wiping out costly call-out charges and extra insurance policies once and for all.
Saving: £100+

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