Grannymar

You must learn that it is OK to be sad.

The Sad is not to be ashamed of.

The Sad is a part of life.

But it is to be a ladder to greater things, not a stone that is thrown at you and makes you fall.

You must take The Sad and let it grow you.

You must climb up.

You must let pain make you stronger and wiser.

The Sad is not your enemy unless you let it attach to you and choke you, and pull you down.

You must feel The Sad before you can leave it behind you.

Everything happens for a reason, it is true.

But that does not mean you cannot have The Sad, for a time.

~ Tomás, Hailey’s Mr Happy.

Lily wrote about words in hard covers, Alexia talked about words in mac-wearing hardbacks, and Tommy told us of his love for crafting words.  Now it is my turn

I love words, but….

It takes me a month of Sundays to read a paragraph and two months of Sundays to write one.  The words misbehave and jump up and down the page like a naughty schoolboy.  Words with more letters than I have fingers are impossible for me to read, say or understand.  I need silence and no interruption when reading something important,

I do read books, but it can take 12 months for me to finish one, if you don’t believe me just ask Elly.

When I was young all words were committed to paper with an ink pen.  Misspelling and ink blots were there for eternity and enough to intimidate me from writing for life.  Ink blots always happened near the end of the page and if the letter or exercise was important it had to be discarded and begun all over again on a new page.  The memory of an Aunt who returned childish letters and envelopes with red correction marks on them many months after they were posted had the totally opposite effect to that which she intended.  To this day I fear a blank page.

With my introduction to computers backspacing and spellcheck became my firm friends.  No more smudges or blotches to mar my work.  The chance to make changes and correct major mistakes and move sentences or paragraphs to a more suitable place was worth more than any Lottery prize.

There are many well educated Bloggers out there whose work I look forward to and enjoy, while there are others who write in such a complicated way that I have no hope of ever understanding the message they wish to convey.  There is room for everyone and no obligation to read every blog

I have read blog posts complaining about and almost condemning bad grammar, punctuation and misspelling.  The authors never seem to realise how hurtful such a post can be, no allowance is made for the effort or indeed courage it takes for some people to hit that publish button.  Not everyone has reached or is capable of reaching A* grades.  There is room for everyone.

If everyone had a Ph.D, who would empty the bins?  There is room for everyone.

The recent story going the rounds of the Irish Blogworld of 500+ people queuing in Grafton Street, Dublin for a sales assistant vacancy in a Londis convenience store is a wake up call.  I wonder how many people in that queue had completed a university degree.  I am sure they were wishing that There is room for everyone.

UPDATE: Follow up post on this subject at Magpie’s Nest

Crawfordsburn Country Park - March 2005

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“We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.” - Randy Pausch

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There’s a plan for everyone if you are open to it and ready to unlearn the rules set up by others.

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“Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.” — General Douglas MacArthur

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The more you complain…. the longer God makes you live.

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“On your deathbed, will your final thought be I wish I cared more?”

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Crawfordsburn Country Park -August 2005

The game of Scrabble gave me an idea, take each letter of the alphabet in turn to give you a word, and then apply that word to yourself.

A ~ Addled: occasionally, blame the pills.

B ~ Blue: is the colour of constancy, faith, friendship and dignity. I hope my friends see me as blue.

C ~ Chocolate: Must be Dark and sometimes with ginger, orange or marzipan

D ~ Drink: Coffee, black with one sugar, every time.

E ~ Essential for daily living: Easy breathing.

F ~ Fruit: My Favourites are Raspberries

G ~ Gamine: Have been called this in the past, hopefully they saw me as ‘a playfully mischievous girl or young woman’ and not ‘an urchin’!

H ~ Hypothermia: My worst fear.

I ~ Ireland: the land of my birth

J ~ June: My favourite month.

K ~ Kismet: Who knows my destiny.

L ~ Life: Is great when you are alive!

M ~ Marriage: loved it

N ~ Number of siblings: Five, four brothers and one sister.

O ~ Offspring: One - Elly

P ~ Pastime: My favourite is a walk in the country with a friend, followed by a good meal and a glass of wine.

Q ~ Quitter: NEVER!

R ~ Reason to smile: being alive.

S ~ Social drink: My drink of choice on social occasions is a Gin with either Ginger ale or Tonic Water.

T ~ Tales: The stories I like to spin on a daily basis.

U ~ Unknown fact about me: If I tell you it will not be unknown.

V ~ Things I value: Loved-ones and Friends.

W ~ Wanderlust: Holiday adventures start when my front door closes

X ~ X-rays I’ve had: My Head - it was a big empty space!

Y ~ Your favourite pass-time: Who needs to ask?

Z ~ Zodiac sign: Pisces and I consider myself sensitive and instinctual rather than intellectual or mechanical.

Now I need a rest!

We are constantly reminded how important it is to keep a close eye on our children’s use of computers and the Internet. Now at this stage you all know I try to be a responsible mother and I do my best to check up on all Elly’s comings and goings on the ‘net’.

Since she is so far away I find it difficult to keep up to date with what she is at. You could say that all the effort has me worn out.

Now my Elly has no difficulty keeping a close eye on me! I get these ‘Now Mother!’ notes and phone calls; it might be just as well that I don’t have her living next door to me or all my secrets would be revealed!

This week she was lurking among my vital Google statistics and look what she found.

Keywords

1. grandad sex

2. wood briquettes

3. a coffee in achill

4. germs are everywhere

5. grannies toyboys

6. granny and grandad sex

7. grannymar

8. sexy granny

9. toyboys

10. ‘count your garden by the flowers.

People think I have toy boys on the brain, well let me tell you nothing could be further from the truth.

What really worries me is all this sex stuff! I have never had sex with a granddad. I don’t want to know about sex with a granddad and as for Granny & Grandad’s sex life, well that is their secret!

Is it any wonder my hair turned grey?

I will go with No. 10 and count my garden by the flowers, alas there are not many flowers these days!

The other day Hails over at Coffee Helps asked for inspiration for a blog post. My suggestion was ‘Stick a pin in your Blogroll. Open the one your pin has landed on, now take the fourth sentence from it and away you go!’

It gave me an idea and a challenge to all of you out there.

Now you know I am not into the ‘meme’ lark and that sort of thing, so here is my proposal:

Take one sentence from each of the people in your Blogroll. Then use this wonderful material to produce a post.

Simple!

Have fun.

I’ll be watching!

Back after PodCamp… well maybe not if I find a Toy boy…………!

Where do you write a list?

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