When I was a 16 year old I thought people of 30 were old. As a teenager 30 stretched far off away on the distant horizon somewhere.
I look back on my younger self and laugh and ruefully shake my head. I knew so little but thought I knew so much. My dreams and hopes and ambitions were mainly self seeking.
Now I am in my 40s and I’m enjoying it. It’s freeing in a way. You know yourself better, your quirks, your reactions to circumstances have been honed over time. You start to know your own mind and what you are passionate about. I no longer feel so bound by what other people think about me. I have realised my own worth and the worth of others.
As a woman living in a very visual world I’d be dishonest if I said I never worried about growing older.
I see the signs every day when I look in the mirror. Another new wrinkle, a white eyebrow hair. The slowing down of one phase of my life and the gradual beginning of another.
But it would be callous of me to spend so much time and worry over superficial things when there is so much trouble in the world. When people are dying every day, when they suffer rape and violence and injustice. They do not have time to fret over their age or appearance. They are too busy fighting for their next breath.
We hurtle to the grave at a relentless pace. We must ensure there is life in our years and not just simply years in our lives. We aren’t guaranteed that anyway.
In closing I’ll leave this thought.
Image from pinterest
For today’s prompt Summer Loving I’m going to show you a picture of the tomatoes we’re growing in our garden. They aren’t ripe or red yet but I’m pleased with their progress. The children take it in turns each day to water them. The soil in our garden is not wonderful which is the reason we have to grow them in a grow bag.
You know those affirming posts you read on Pinterest etc that highlight people’s good deeds and restore your faith in humanity? Well sadly this post focuses on the opposite of that.
I am sickened and shocked again today by man’s inhumanity to man regarding the stories that are coming to light concerning flight MH17.
As if it is not awful enough that this plane was shot down by a missile and everyone on board lost their lives now people are looting and ransacking through their suitcases and possessions. And what truly beggars belief is they are boasting about it.
One young woman has posted a photograph of herself with a mascara product taken out of someone’s case. She seems to have no qualms about it and is happily posting it on to the Internet for all too see. I must stress there is some idea this could be a hoax and she does say she did not take the item herself but was given it by her “friend” but if this photo turns out to be genuine she shows a remarkable lack of judgement and compassion.
These tragic events seem to bring opportunitists out of the woodwork who thrive on other people’s misfortune and misery. I would like to know how they would feel if the tables were turned and it was happening to a member of their family. I’m sure they’d be the ones baying for blood the most loudly.
As in the case of the credit card that was ransacked from luggage by another looter and used. This is another event that has come to light today.
Maybe I’m looking at this wrong and being judgemental myself. Perhaps some of these looters are living in dire straits and are desperate themselves. If that is genuinely true then I feel sorry for them but my ultimate compassion is with the victims of MH17 and their families.
I’m a complete novice to the Steam room that comes included with our gym membership and I can’t help wonder what the etiquette is when you encounter a stranger in there. Obviously there are no written rules to abide by but are there some set of unwritten rules that everyone knows but me? After all I’d hate to have an embarrassing moment a la Chandler Bing in Friends.
Thankfully our steam room isn’t as steamy as that but I do have the added problem of being very short sighted so it could be awkward if I ever had to go in without my husband like the time I nearly followed a stranger into the gym shower. ……
But I digress. Back to my quandary. What should I do when the steam room is already occupied? My husband says the polite thing to do is nod but he’s so laid back he’s almost horizontal so I’m not convinced. I’m used to ignoring people, did it every day for years on the tube so could do that but it seems harsh. Social etiquette would indicate that the person already in situ in the steam room has charge of it so I’m feeling awkward before I even go in.
So this is what happens……
Husband and I open door. Stranger is inside. I see well enough to avoid a Chandler situation and sit on the opposite bench away from stranger.
I then have the random thought this is the only situation you would ever willingly be half clothed with a total stranger.
Husband nods. Man clears his throat and nods back. I smile weakly. I’m struck by the fact the room smells more strongly of Vicks than usual. I offer up that thought aloud. Man laughs. Then I see the spray bottle in his hand and mortifyingly realise the vaporub smell is due to him.
I flush red but no one can see because I’m lobster red anyway. I drum on my thighs, make low murmured chit chat with hubby and a drip plips on me. Then another. Man sticks it out long enough to make the social point that he’s not leaving just because we’ve come in and then exits.
I breathe a sigh of relief and get dripped on again.
It’s really very nice in the steam room. I think I could actually go to sleep in there if I ever had the chance. This reminds me that when we used the jacuzzi last week hubby met someone he knew from school and I spent the entire conversation trying to force my bottom to stop riding off the seat and also to expel the air from my swimming costume top that led my chest to resemble a large inflatable shelf!
Oh well. Some day I’ll get it right I hope.
It should not come as a surprise to anyone who knows me or reads my blog regularly that I was a bookish child. By that I mean reading was and still is a form of escapism for me. I’m always excited to discover new authors and new genres of writing. In fact I feel very disappointed if I don’t have a couple of books on the go at one time.
As an adolescent I gathered most of my ideas about romance and love from the classics I read. I’m still upset that we don’t live in a more Jane Austen world.
I seem to spend a lot of time now reading young adult books stolen from my eldest daughter’s book shelves. This is the genre I’m attempting to place my first novel in. It’s handy having your own critic living in the same household with you!
All that being said whilst there is something romantic and dashing and dangerous about myths and dragons and peril there is an essence to the classics that is difficult to replicate. Hence Pride and Prejudice being my favourite work of fiction.
I have realised lately there are a good number of classics I’ve still not read. I’m currently reading “To kill a mockingbird”. I fell in love with the black and white film adaptation starring Gregory Peck. I’m often disappointed when my favourite books are made into films. There are always details and important things that are left out due to timing or harsh editing. It completely spoils the experience for me.
So. ….. how about you? Do you love to read? Or only read when necessary?
Encouraged by this today. …..
For this week’s prompt “Containers” I have photographed the 2 cupboards that stand in our kitchen. They date back to the sixties. We bought both of them in town and neither of them were prohibitively expensive. I’m very fond of their design and they are both put to good use. One is our coffee cupboard and one is full of glasses and cutlery and other paraphernalia.