Today this arrived. I am desperate to start reading but instead it is sitting on the table next to me as I write. Tempting me. However, I have decreed that I will not even open the cover (though I can hold it and feel it) until I have done at least half of today’s list. That includes writing today’s blog post.
Has anybody else noticed the slight contradiction yet? I have a new book, a new thing, a new possession. Yet the possession in question is a guide to simplifying my life; a guide to reducing the things and the stuff which clutters and suffocates.
I am a reasonably sensible, well educated woman who took on board the refuse, reduce, reuse, repair and recycle mantra long before it was considered normal let alone essential. I turned into my mother at an early age; keeping the plastic bags that magazines and catalogues came through the post in, carefully storing yoghurt pots for the seedlings and cutting up plastic milk bottles to make seed markers. I never bought dusters I just cut up old sweat shirts and I could make a roasting joint last for up to three meals plus sandwiches (roast, shepherd’s pie and stovies since you ask). I have never actually cut the toes out of my children’s crepe soled start-rite shoes to turn them into summer play sandals however. There were some depths to which I would not go. Yes, reader, I wore such sandals for playing outside when I was a little girl. It was the sixties, I think she can be forgiven.
I have a collection of household books and life simplification books that would not disgrace a small public library. Why? I really doubt I am going to find anything totally new in this book, yet I can’t wait to curl up with it. What is going on?
What I think is going on is confirmation. I can read this book and I will feel good because even if I’m not doing all of it, I will be doing some of it and I will have thought about doing some of the rest. It’s the feel good factor. I am a good person.
I don’t think the same applies to other genres. I also have substantial collections of gardening books, cookery books, knitting/sewing/craft books. I have books on organisation (from homes to minds) and a vast array of books on self sufficiency from keeping hens to how to survive Armageddon. Another corner of my library houses books on the desert fathers, monasticism and meditation.
All of these offer me something new. I know that I will learn new skills, tricks and develop new ideas every time I pick them up. I am not so arrogant as to say that this particular book will teach me nothing, but put another way – I probably don’t really need it and the irony is in purchasing it I am committing the fist sin by not refusing something I don’t need.
But I do know I am going to love it and love transcends everything.
There is a very nice small hotel on the A68 just before Edinburgh called The Stair Arms. It is known to us as the Chuck up Inn. Not, I hasten to add because of their food, but because it was about here that the travel sickness brought on by the 300 mile trip from Durham to Ardgay usually resulted in an upchuck of some colour or other. Pink (following a milkshake) was a particularly memorable one. Especially as one child let rip on arrival necessitating the poor Boss to go in and ask for a table for five and a mop and bucket; and a second child revisteted the pink milkshake (I know it was our fault) on getting in the car and getting a whiff of her sister’s regurgitated breakfast. Back goes the Boss to get another mop and bucket …
You may also know that for many years I was The Chicken Lady. Latterly keeping poultry has become quite common. But way back when the Boss persuaded the Dancer that she wanted a trio of Saxony Ducks for Christmas it was not quite so a la mode as it is today. Our assorted fowl and poultry were excellent babysitters for all the little ones who came to play. Pigs can do the same when they are small, they were a bit scary to anyone under 30 stone when they were fully grown.
Consequently when I first saw a blog called Vomiting Chicken I could not resist. Amy’s blog is a wonderful and very dry (I do love a good dry sense of humour) observation of the oddness and loveliness of life. It is also the reason for today’s post as I have been nominated for a Leibster Award. As the kind of awards I usually get are for the most green triangles from the Christmas Quality Street tin eaten in one sitting, this is a bit more upmarket.
The Liebster Award is given to “up and coming blogs,” and encourages the discovery of cool new blogs.
So here’s what is involved:
When you receive the award, you post eleven random facts about yourself and answer eleven questions from the person who nominated you.
Then you pass the award onto eleven other blogs (making sure that you tell them you nominated them) and ask them eleven questions. (One might wonder at the significance of the number “eleven” here, but that would probably be silly.) You are not allowed to nominate the blog that nominated you! So here we go:
Eleven random facts about me
- I am completely deaf in my right ear following repeated Cholesteatomas as a child (go on google it, you know you want to).
- I can burp the entire alphabet including W. This was a great hit at one of my younger sister’s birthday parties and my mother was mortified when all the little girls went running out to their mummies saying how cool Katie’s big sister’s burps were.
- I have sat on John Lennon’s and Yoko Ono’s knees. My father was the lawyer for Apple Records and they used to give a Christmas party for the child of every single person who worked with them from the CEO to the cleaners. One of their artists was asked to play Father Christmas. John and Yoko played Father and Mother Christmas…
- I love all offal except tripe. I particularly love fried sweetbreads.
- My first dog was named after a wine – Figeac. As I was only 3 when I got her you can imagine that it was not me who chose her name. My father went on to have cats called Petrus and Yquem, no plonk here.
- I can sing all of Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika in Xhosa. I learned it whilst living and working in the Transkei in my gap year. I cried all the way from Umtata to Johannesburg (it is a LONG journey by bus and train). I didn’t want to come home.
- Just like Amy (see number 4 on her list) I am an official extractor of spelts, remover of wobbly teeth (and popper of spots if allowed). I have also removed teeth from other people’s children at their behest.
- I have very flexible joints and can make my fingers do all sorts of weird bendy things. When I stand up straight my legs curve backwards. It’s hereditary and I will probably have dreadful arthritis but there is nowt I can do about it.
- My first car was a white Mini Traveller called Emma.
- I used to make tar lollipops in the summer when the tar melted and seeped into the gutter. We would roll twigs in it and line up the “lollipops” on the kerb. I ruined several dresses but the punishment was worth it for the fun.
- What I have to think of ANOTHER one? Sigh. I long to have longish nails . I don’t bite them, I just don’t seem to be able to have a full hand of nails all the same length at the same time.
Now to answer Amy’s questions…
- What is your favorite meal?
I’m tempted to say anything with food in it. If I absolutely HAD to choose I would have bread and butter pudding, that bit was easy. As for the rest oh heck…. Roast turkey with all the trimmings, lots of bread sauce, shed loads of sprouts and proper homemade orange and cranberry relish.
- Do you believe in space aliens? If so, how would you describe them? No.
- How do you keep your house clean? Really, I want to know. I need help in this area. Ah well first I must confess to having the wonderful Lisa and Yvonne who do most of the hard grind. But I am a bit anal and organised when it comes to the house and that would be a whole post (or even series of posts). Suffice to say you need a plan and you need to put things away and clean up AS YOU GO ALONG! No dumping of stuff please, everything has a place and it should be in it. Oh and wash the shower before you get out and give the bathroom a whizz as you clean your teeth.
- How do you stay fit when you spend much time at the computer? Have you seen me? I went for an excellent Swedish Massage last month and Jilly took one look at the apparently huge muscles in my back and asked me if I worked out. I almost fell of the couch. Work out? Do I look like I work out? Seriously, I do at least 2 yoga classes a week and walk the dogs a lot.
- What’s a dream that you hope to accomplish this year? To be taken on by an agent and get a publishing contract.
- Do you own a grand piano? Do you play an instrument? No only an upright, though I have my eye on a baby grand (The Boss doesn’t know this). I play the flute and piccolo, the piano (very badly) and started sax lessons a year ago, though they have been put on the back burner
- How will you spend your birthday this year? I don’t know about the day itself. But on the Saturday evening following the day I turn 50 I am having 16 friends around for a wonderful dinner to be cooked and served by Andy from Papaya Catering
- What are some of your favorite movies and t.v. shows? I am currently addicted to Broadchurch and as it is the final episode tonight and we find out whodunnit I will be glued to the screen ignoring all phone calls and fire alarms should they ring. More generally I thought State of Play (the tv series), The State Within and The Sandbaggers were all outstanding. Filmwise I am a sucker for older films. Battle of Britain, Twelve o’ clock High, Carve her Name with Pride, Inn of the Sixth Happiness, The Longest Day, Casablanca, Lawrence of Arabia, High Noon, A Night to Remember. All films I used to watch with my father, who would then tell me who every single actor was and what else they had been in and anecdotes about working with them.
- What are you reading right now, book and magazine-wise? Struggling to be Holy by Judy Hirst and Oriental Vegetables by Joy Larkham. I can’t recommend either of them enough.
- Are you a cat person or a dog person or a gerbil person?
I don’t do small furry animals, mainly because we have three dogs who regard them as snacks. However we have 5 cats, 3 dogs, 1 parrot, 2 goldfish, 2 geese and assorted chickens.
- Do you have a favorite Youtube video that you’d like to share with the class? Loads. But as I have been listening to this a lot recently I shall share my recent musical earworm with you. Bird House in Your Soul.
Gosh this is hard work. I thought this was an award not one of Hercules’ trainer trials. Here are my 11 questions.
- Have you ever had a dream come true? How?
- What was your most serious misdemeanour at school? Were you caught?
- Do you snore? Have you ever voluntarily or involuntarily tried any cures?
- What was the last song that stuck in your head?
- Tulips or daffodils? Why?
- Do you prefer to cook or to eat?
- Are you a Townie or a Country bumpkin? Not in reality but in your heart.
- What is in your handbag/briefcase/rucksack/pockets right now? Chose one or more 🙂
- Do you think beauty is in the eye of the beholder or are some things inherently ugly?
- Do you have a party trick? (and what is it….)
- What do you do when faced with a big spider staring back at you from the bath?
And these questions I send on their merry way to:
- Donna at Lost and Found
- Seymour at Seymour Writes
- Homebaked at Homebakedonline
- Anna at Skin & Blister
- Caroline at Caroline Smailes (though she is so busy with the launch of her new book The Drowning of Arthur Braxton that she might not make it)
- Nettie at Nettiethompson
- From a Country Cottage
- Zeb’s Mum at Zeb Bakes
- Amanda at Paper Pens Ink
- Catherine at Close Encounters, because she needs a break from writing her current book so that I can catch up!
- Ann at Singing in Paradise because her blog is wonderful and gets lots of visitors but nowhere near enough comments.
Now if you ever think of starting something like this, can you keep the numbers down. Eleven of everything is an AWFUL lot.
Posted in Living, Reading, Words
Tagged Broadchurch, burps, cats, deaf, dogs, flute, housework, John Lennon, Longest Day, Nkosi Sikelel i'Afrika, offal, parrot, piano, sax, turkey, Yoko Ono