I am so pleased that I am a ” glass half full ” sort of a person as January has been a particularly difficult month somehow feeling dark and long.
My lovely Mum was stuck in hospital over Christmas and into the New Year because following a fall, the care home where she had lived happily for the previous five years felt that they could no longer “meet her needs”. I was very upset about this at first but set about finding her another home. In fairness she does now need a home that provides more nursing.
This week saw her finally settled, and reasonably happy, in the new home. This home is a large old building set in lovely countryside. It has huge beautiful windows and lovely grounds. They have craft afternoons each week so guess who will help out?
As January progressed my Soldier son smashed his ankle whilst on an assault course. It is a particularly nasty fracture which the surgeon called “category F” you work out the F! The long term prognosis is OK but will be a long haul recovery. Thank God for medical science.
In the mean time small Grandson fell downstairs hurting his shoulder. He was rushed to hospital but could wave at the nurse when asked! Kids!
Hubs has been laid low with what I called Man Flu but did turn out to be a particularly nasty virus. He’s well on the mend now,thank goodness, as he can resume dog walking duties.
In the midst of all this I went on a craft course which, hopefully, will allow me to teach crafts on cruises! More about that later. Life is certainly not dull so last night found me in the local village pub toasting the next month in and goodbye to miserable January!
Cheers! This glass is still half full!
Here’s Henry Worsley – @shackletonsolo – as I’ll always remember him: stoic, humble, kind-hearted, my friend and someone I looked up more than I ever had the chance to let him know. This is a tribute and photograph by Ben Saunders on Facebook.
He showed me this cushion a few years ago and his eyes lit up as he told me the story. It had been given to him by an inmate at Wandsworth Prison, where Henry volunteered to teach needlework. He was a serving officer in the Special Air Service at the time, and told me that learning to sew had helped calm his nerves when he first spent time in a war zone, and that he loved teaching it now, decades after his first deployment.
Henry was a hard man of the rarest kind. There’s a superficial toughness a lot of men like to portray – all strut and swagger and aggression; men holding ugly masks up to conceal their fear. And then there’s the serene equanimity that radiated from Henry: a steadfast, resolute solidity that came from not from fear but from love, from a positive human spirt, and from a heart that shone.
Henry usually signed off his messages with a single word.
Today I read the tribute above, to Henry Worsley, adventurer, soldier and all round REAL man. This man SEWED. From now on I will carry out my craft classes with that little bit more pride and determination.
He had raised over £100,000 to help injured service men and women. His latest adventure was an attempt to complete Sir Ernest Shackleton’s unfinished journey to the South Pole, solo. Sadly he failed just 30 miles from his target.
THIS MAN SEWED,
RIP Henry Worsley
I have a huge stash of lace, buttons, threads and trims. I have rather a lot of ribbons which I have collected over many years. All those ribbons in the shoulders of dresses and sweaters that are meant to hook onto coat hangers but are so annoying. I have cut them out and just know that they will be really useful one day!
I also have a massive pile of postcards that I have collected on my extensive travels. I used some (not important) postcards to wind ribbon and lace onto in some resemblance of order. The question now is what to do with the remaining cards?
I’m sorry that I’ve not communicated with you this week dear friends. I have been particularly stressed with life events, as you do.
My lovely Mum has been in hospital for some time following a fall. Hospital visiting can be very stressful especially when she is so disorientated. The care home, where she has lived happily for the past four years, have refused to let her go back as they ” can no longer meet her needs”. This is after we were reassured a few months ago that she could live there until she died. The home, Holcroft Grange, CLS, Culcheth have seriously let her down. We are now searching for another more careing home whilst she sits sad and lonely in the corner of the hospital ward.
My brave soldier son has smashed his ankle this week. He’s deflecting all sympathy and awaiting a scan and a reconstruction. My first instinct was to dash the 200 miles and hug him better. I finally decided this was not what he would want and visited my Mum instead.
My third, and hopefully final trauma, was a panic phone call when Gorgeous Grandson fell downstairs. The dash to A and E revealled no damage and all was well! Phew!
I de stressed at home by making a baby doll for a project next weekend (more about that another time). She’s made from a sock and took me around 60 minutes to make. She’s not hungry as she’s stuffed with rice and she’s no trouble at all.
Good morning dear readers, and a Happy New Year to you all.
The year hiccuped to an early start today when I awoke and remembered that no one had told Benji dog that it was a New Year! He didn’t realise that I’d been celebrating in the “local” so hey ho! Off we went on our first dawn walk of the New Year.
He looks so serious doesn’t he? He doesn’t like posing for photos but he does so because he knows he will get a treat! Benji dog is the best behaved dog and is so easily bribed. He also loves walking, treats, running, bribery, and food. I must remember next New Years Eve to tell ( or bribe) him to have a lie in on New Years Day!