Grannymar

While down south for the BIG MOVE a few weeks ago it was boxes here, boxes there, in fact there were even boxes in or on boxes everywhere! We worked our way through them until a pathway appeared across the room. I didn’t want to spend much time hanging around in case George decided to put me in one of the empty boxes, so I took a break and went chasing Toyboys to visit some Bloggers in the real world.

I arrived back one evening to find that the living room looked so much bigger, a complete wall of bookcases were filled, the chairs rearranged and the TV screen was sitting on the floor against a wall. The TV stand and coffee table were on order, the windows were bare, but it still felt like a bright inviting comfortable home.

Some friends called by and once the ‘tour’ was completed we sat and cracked open my IBA Bubbly. Before I knew it the screen came to life and a Wii game appeared. The Toyboy visitor jumped up to try it out.

And again

Then Elly said “Mum you are next!”

Me! What would I do that for? I was soon told to remove my shoes and socks and stand on the white box.

That daughter of mine is devious! The machine wanted my vital statistics…. my heigth, my AGE, but not what I had for breakfast. The machine must have a scales because it told them my weight. Then up popped a screen telling us my BMI was 20.07! Not half bad for an ould biddy!

For the next part I needed to stand on one leg!!!

Since my right hip misbehaves I stood on the left one. Standing still causes me to topple so I agreed to give it a try so long as there was somebody ready to catch me if I felt dizzy. Thats my excuse and I’m sticking to it

I think that told us I leaned more to the right. The figure on screen said R 54%.

Then the shock!!!

My Wii Age appeared………………… You better sit down. I had to!

The dark shadow to the left of the screen is really me>

We all know the phrase ‘Walking off into the sunset’. Mostly it brings to mind the idea of walking off into the never, never land of eternity, or as I like to think of it, walking into a new life, a new beginning. I was reminded of it last night while watching the sun set.

The sky at night on several occasions this month reminded me of another new beginning thirty years ago. Elly arrived in our lives in the early days of May and with her the beginning of a glorious summer. She was outdoors from 7.30am until it was time to bed her down for the night. The good weather lasted until October that year. Many a night Jack and I sat until well after the sun went down, I can still hear his remark ‘I suppose we better go in!’

May was a beginning for Elly and now it is also a time of endings. Last year it saw the official end of her single status as she prepared to marry her true love, George. This year May marks the ending of the time they spent is their temporary home and the new beginning of the move to their first step on the property ladder. Making a move like that is not easy nowadays. The current climate in the financial world has not made it any easier. They are to be admired for sticking in there and seeing it through.

I wish them well in their new home and look forward to sharing many visits. I hear ‘Mammy’s bed’ is on order so it won’t be very long before I have an excuse to travel south more often.

I only hope my visits are not like this:

Do you ever wake up and think I would love a new house? Sometimes I let my mind wander and think of all the different options there are available in today’s world.

While out for a walk I found the ideal new home.

• Rural location
• All on one level
• Fully Air-conditioned
• Small garden

What do you think?

The bathroom looked large and airy

Pity it was across the road!

This afternoon I met an acquaintance that I had not seen for months. His greeting was “I thought you had moved” The tone was almost as if he had said “Why are you still here”!

As I went on my way I tossed this over in my mind.

Was it time to really think of starting over somewhere else? If I did move where would I think of moving to? Dublin is not the place I left 30 years ago. I still have family and friends there but they, like me have moved on and have their own commitments and interests to fill their time. Would I see them any more than I do while living here in Northern Ireland?

It is not something to be hasty about so I will sleep on the matter and perhaps some suggestions from my blogging friends might throw some light on this situation.