Monthly Archives: December 2021

This is from Catterel at A message of Import I think

A World Apart

These were the first words I read this morning upon waking and set The Intention for the day. I have reblogged this to my Bridgesburning site but for some reason could not here so it is a simple copy and paste. Thank you Cat!

Here’s a lovely idea from the small town of Buchs in the Rhine Valley, Switzerland.

On 1 December, a large Christmas tree was erected in a small passageway by the businesses operating there. A feature of this was a “wish box” placed under the tree, where people in need or residents of homes could place a “letter to Santa” with their particular wish for Christmas. These varied from such tiny items as a packet of paper handkerchiefs or a box of chocolates to more unusual services like someone to accompany a woman with low vision on a walk or someone to mow a lawn for an…

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You Bought Me What?

A World Apart

“It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
It came without packages, boxes or bags!”…
Thenthe Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’tcome from a store.
Maybe Christmas… perhaps… means a little bit more!”
Dr.Seuss,How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

As usual, it is getting late and I am sitting in bed writing this on December 17 for publishing on the 18th.At a total loss as to what to write today, I looked back on what I published on this day in other years.And I found one on December 17, 2012. Yes, nine years ago when I was writing a daily blog (along with many others).

At that time I mused on gifts that we really didn’t want, given to us by our nearest and dearest, who really should have known better.

Twice it happened to me – and I guess that’s not bad in 41…

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This is a state of confusion and for me equals a day out of sync with rhythms of life, think circadian, universe etc. It’s been a long time since I …


An Adventure of an Aged Lady


“No distance of place nor lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other’s worth.”Robert Southey, …

An Adventure of an Aged Lady

In my mind I have adventures but none compare to those of my partner-in-crime on A World Apart JB.

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A World Apart

The other day Shelley@QuaintRevival replied to a post of mine and made the statement, ’I am where I’m meant to be’.

In responding, I found myself hesitating, and for a moment was not at all sure I was in fact, Where I am Meant to be.

The first most ridiculous thought was – no, not everything is perfect. Found myself laughing. What in life is ever perfect at least for more than a moment. Can perfection exist in a non-static environment? Would I even want perfection? Wouldn’t it be boring?

Then, shocked that I would even think that being where one is meant to be has anything to do with the impossible ’perfect’ anything.

I’ve never believed entirely in fate, but do have my suspicions, so if it is possible to be Meant to be Somewhere, does that mean some kind of Fate or Life Intention exists?

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I Went To A Marvellous Party

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I went to a marvellous party
I must say the fun was intense
We all had to do
What the people we knew
Would be doing a hundred years hence….
From I Went To A marvellous Party. Sir Noel Coward
English Playwright, 1899 – 1973
For the rest of this monologue, narrated by Sir Noel !

Yesterday, Monday December 13th we celebrated the 30th anniversary of our Probus Club, Probus Club of Karori Inc.? Do you know Probus? Is there a club near you?

We are told by Wikipedia “Although Probus membership has its greatest concentrations in the United Kingdom, Australia and New Zealand, clubstoday exist in many partsof the world, including the United States, Belgium, India, South Africa and several other countries in Africa and Asia.” So there may well be a club near you.

65 members and guests met to celebrate the occasion. It was…

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A World Apart

But somewhere deep in my soul there is a recognition of some past existence that calls to me. Or it could all be hooey and is just a pretty place to see. Either way I am drawn.

You already know from my post ’I Love Trees’, that, well, I love trees. Stirs my soul. See there is all that soul stuff again!

When I drive through the country-side what strikes me most is how tidy the farms look. I think, imagine. Then I look around my small untidy writing area – hmmm.

I could not presume to use Celi’s pics so this is from

I also love farm animals, although I would probably be terrified to come face to face with a herd or a flock of anything. But the visual is nice.

More of

Now the point of all this chit chat about farms, and trees, and…

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Being Julia

A World Apart

No distance of place nor lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other’s worth.”
Robert Southey, English Poet 1774-1843

In October, three of us were lucky enough to attend the very first showing worldwide ofJULIA. This documentary tells the life of Julia Child.

We loved it so much that a few weeks later when attending a casual lunch with other friends, we regaled them with the story and our thoughts on this fascinating woman. Several of the other guests immediately said they would go to see the documentary.

Then pinnies on, wooden spoons and glass in hand , we set out to
Be Julia.

Laughter and fun all around as three elderly women played at Being Julia.
The cast was so well chosen. Meryl Steep as Julia is superb and Stanley Tucci was all I ever thought…

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Last night I took in the above scene and felt comfort. The day had been filled with the Sibs Christmas Dinner. Decades ago the Girls met for a …


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I Have No Dogs, I Have No Cats

A World Apart

I read a post today by OldandBlessed that talked about pets. Dogs actually.

Every time I come across something I like this I find myself thinking I would like a companion – feline or canine. Then I think about fur, food, defecation, vet bills, and most of all about having to venture out in inclement weather on days when I would just as soon curl up – inside. I live in an apartment building and see countless folk doing this very thing in cold, wet, damp (dreich) and rethink the whole thing.

Now I am not entirely animal free. Like grandchildren they are all part of visitation.

The first of many was this sweet girl, Scooby, seen here with G1 about 16 years ago. She was amazing and had been part of ’the family’ well before G1 arrived. I worried at first about how this dog, who by-the-way had been…

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