Lucy looking pretty

Lucy looking pretty
Aren't I a sweet wee lass?

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Yes sir, I can boogie ...........................

Yes sir, I can boogie, but I need a certain song………………………………

Shootin’ the breeze … blowin’ in the wind … gone with the wind……….

Autumn is here and it’s a pretty breezy day out there today so I’m settling down to do some stuff around the house.  However, before starting on housework I thought I’d spend some time updating my blog.  So, as usual, here are some of my ramblings about things that I like.

The words of a nice song:
     I say goodbye to all my sorrows
     And by tomorrow I'll be on my way
     I guess the Lord must be in New York City
            (Harry Nilsson – I guess the Lord must be in New York City)

And another nice song:
     Dreams are nothing more than wishes
     And a wish is just a dream you wish to come true
          (Harry Nilsson - The Puppy Song)

I like listening to music, particularly the oldies but goodies.  Timewarp 60s is my favourite, but I also like the 70s music, some of the 80s stuff and lots of the 50s stuff.  I sometimes wish I could sing quite well, but sadly I don’t.  I remember quite a few years ago, Arlene was visiting us with a friend. I was in the kitchen doing stuff, and singing along to the music on my little cd player.  Arlene’s friend asked what the strange noise was and Arlene replied (with a straight face I believe), “oh, that’s just Isobel singing”. Clearly Arlene was used to the noise and thought nothing of it.  Not sure how long that young man remained in her life, but I think my singing must have scared him off!  In my mind I’m a superb singer, at least opera standard if not better, but clearly this is not a belief shared by others.  Fortunately Mike doesn’t make comment when I sing along, but then his singing voice is probably worse than mine! Well, I think it is anyway, and that’s about all that counts…………….

And now for some words of wisdom:
Thinking is the hardest work there is, which is probably the reason why so few engage in it.  (Henry Ford)
In a dream you can do anything … Veronica M Hay

And a couple of nice words:
Ethereal :
Extremely delicate and light and may seem too perfect for this world.
Heavenly, spiritual, otherworldly.
Intangible, of the celestial spheres.
Unable to be touched or grasped.
Not having physical presence.
Not able to be perceived by the senses.

 Mr Blue by Mike Preston … the first single bought for our first record player (probably around 1960 but Ken or Fiona could confirm the year).
Back in the summer of ’69 … those were the best days of my life.
There’s an awful lot you can tell about someone by their shoes.   (Forrest Gump)
The purple dust of twilight time…………..

And now onto other ramblings: 
Well, onto other things now!  Yesterday I decided that I was a bit fed up with my hair being grey.  So, I decided to use a home colour that I bought a while ago.  My hair now looks a bit of a strange colour.  I’m sure Jennifer and Sarah would think it’s quite chic and modern, I think it looks a bit orange, or maybe it’s like the inside of a Crunchie bar.  Suffice to say that I had difficulty with the whole process.  It was one of those kits which has the bottle with the little nozzle that you use to put the colour in at the roots of your hair.  Now, I thought this sounded really, really easy … how stupid was I?!?!?  It would be easy if you were ambidextrous and had an extra pair of hands.  Oh, and it would also be helpful if you didn’t wear glasses.  In an effort to make sure that I didn’t get gunk and stuff on my glasses I decided it would be prudent to take them off.  And it was.  Unfortunately it meant I couldn’t really see what I was doing.  Coupled with being totally unable to get the stuff in at the roots at the back of my head … well, enough said about that.  So, to sort it all out, I just squirted the colour all over my hair and sort of squished it all in.  Overall, bearing in mind my ability level,  I’d say my efforts were fairly successful, however, I’m not too sure about the colour.  At least I did have the good sense to use a semi –permanent colour which washes out after something like 24 washes.  Which means that I won’t be too embarrassed when I next go to the hairdresser cos it should all have washed out by then!

The other day, Lucy was charging at the dining room window to see whoever had dared to ring the doorbell. On the way, Mike put his foot out to slow her down, but Lucy took appropriate evasive action and starting jumping onto the foot stool early … sadly she overshot and her little nose bumped right into the window. But she’s fine now, squashed up nose, but fine and dandy. She still jumps up at the window, so clearly no lasting damage or harm done (apart from to her pride).  Then the other night (Sunday evening) Lucy was charging around the house trying to see the little black cat that lives next door.  This little cat hasn’t yet learned that Lucy is quick on her feet, but unfortunately for Lucy she was inside the house and the cat was outside. Anyway, I digress. Lucy was charging around the house from window to door, to window, to door etc (we just stand out of the way in case she charges into us) when she must have tweaked her wee leg . So, she limped a bit, got cuddles, got extra sweeties and more cuddles and stuff.  She then had selective limping (similar to men having selective hearing) … she limped when appropriate ie, when passing the sweetie cabinet.
So, she had a quiet evening, bedtime sweeties and then tucked up in her wee beddies.  Yesterday, I decided she’d have a quiet day, so she didn’t go out zinger chasing, we went for a quiet walk at Linhouse water.  

(Lucy, my beautiful puppy ...
in a world gone made you have the ability to make everyone smile)
Lucy charged around at a sedate pace (when compared with zinger chasing speed), and all was well with her world, until I tossed the zinger … zoom, zoom, zoom, and then wee limpy-dan Lucy came limping back. Then to make her day worse, she was a bit poorly yesterday evening (well, she will go out eating grass) so she was cuddled and at bed time she only had one sweetie, and cuddled and snuggled into her  wee beddies.  So, today, she’s having a day of enforced rest and will only be out and about in the garden (after I carefully check for hidden cats) and she can go for a quiet and sedate walk (without zinger) tomorrow and if all is well, she might get going out zinger chasing on Thursday. 

As most of you know, I got a Kindle for my birthday. I’ve got lots of books on it, and lots of them were free (I always wanted to read the classics, and all of them were free!).  I’ve also got some weight loss books there too and I got one which is a life-coaching weight loss book. I've got some meditation and visualisation books and also some psychic books.  It's great having one little item which has LOTS of books on it. I have to say that I LOVE MY KINDLE. Anyway, I digress ... as I said, I've got a little life coaching book on weight loss and I'm aspiring to follow the advice and guidance provided in this little book.  Read on ......

So, I’ve got myself a pretty little notebook (from Tesco) to write down all my motivational stuff.
I started writing the notebook yesterday but this new-fangled system hasn’t worked too well so far as I finished off a packet of chocolate covered fudge that I bought on Saturday and also had a couple of crispie cakes  … oh, and a glass of wine! But, I did walk Lucy and use my treadmill AND today I feel very positive and motivated.

So, this little book that I bought got me to thinking.  Perhaps now that I’m retired I should think about becoming a life coach.  I’m sure my words of wisdom could be useful so maybe I’ll look into it. I wonder if people would pay me to give them advice?  I think this idea warrants me looking into it a bit further.  I could couple it with something like colour therapy and stuff (I like stuff).  I’d be interested to hear everyone’s thoughts.  Now, I think it’s something that might make me a bit of money, and that’s gotta be good, don’t you think?

 Or maybe I should write a book with all my little thoughts and inspirational / motivational quotes and stuff.  That could be a good idea.  I could sit out in our little summerhouse and write away all day, supported by calming fruit teas and the occasional glass of wine.  Now, that really sounds like a good plan! 
(summerhouse framed in the weeping cherry tree : spring 2011)
I do need to think about a grand plan so that I don’t vegetate now that I’m retired.  I really need to think about what I’d like to do.  I’ve had lots of ideas … online business (crystals etc), start sewing stuff for my online business, write my novel, write a psychic development workbook, motivational book, run a psychic development circle, parapsychology course, learn some therapies to complement my Reiki, learn hypnotherapy, card / ribbons readings etc.  Lots of ideas, but I really need to get started on what’s to do.  I don’t want to waste my early retirement by just blundering around each day without focus or plans and stuff.  I’m sure there’s lots I could be doing, I just need to get my thinking cap on and get started.

Yes sir, I can boogie, but I need a certain song.

You know, I’m just sittin’ here shootin’ the breeze and wondering about life.  If I was sat here 100 years ago (ok so I’d be 156 years old) I wouldn’t have my nice pink laptop, my Kindle (in a nice pink leather cover with integrated light), my iPhone sitting in the iPhone docking station and playing timewarp 60’s music on the iPod app of the iPhone, I wouldn’t be sat beside a nice warm radiator, listening to the TV playing in the living room (where Mike’s sat watching informative TV), planning what I’m going to do with the rest of the day, my life and other stuff. What would my life have been like if I was still 56, but living 100 years ago? Would I be worrying about the possibility of war that was to become a reality within three years … the war to end all wars that would be over by Christmas, and would eventually become known as The Great War. Not only that, but by the time that war was over, would I realise that there would be another war starting in just over 20 years’ time? Would I have liked that world? Would I live through it all wishing I was living 100 years in the future?  Would I be able to comprehend the changes that would happen in the world over the next 100 years?  I’ve always been fascinated by both world wars, but I have to say that I wouldn’t have liked to have had to live through them. I like the easy life I have now, and I appreciate everyone and everything in my life and that all is well with my world.  I think this is the main reason why I feel I should be doing more with my life than I am just now.  It’s not really a case of “is this all there is” it’s more a case of “the truth is out there” and I should go and find it. I just need a plan … doesn’t need to be a great or perfect plan … it just needs to be a plan!

I need to sort out what my legacy to the world should be………………… it’s important to leave my mark on the world.

Well, better get this blog uploaded and get on with some stuff today. 

Yes sir, I can boogie, but I need a certain song …..  and that’s all I’ve got to say about that!

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