Monthly Archives: March 2022

In like a Lamb Out like a Lion????

As I sit watching the sun rise through the morning mist heralding another lovely autumn day I feel sorry for Chris but I remember those days.

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I woke up to ice this morning. Falling from the sky.

The actual saying is: In like a lion, out like a lamb. Some years that works out, others not so much.

According to the Farmers’ Almanac, the weather folklore stems from ancestral beliefs in balance, meaning if the weather at the start of March was bad (roaring, like a roaring lion), the month should end with good weather (gentle, like a lamb).

I like how it says ’Freezing Rain possible’ as ice was hitting my window

But it does seem to have paused. I guess the best word for this moment is dreich as I described in this post here.

So this has become a Writing Day staying dry, warm, and hopeful. On my window sill sits a harbinger of spring, the perfume of which takes me to fields of flowers, rustling…

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The Academy Awards were a Reminder

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And that may be exactly what transpired last evening.

I have never been one for award shows because they tend to jump right off my own weirdo-meter. It always struck me funny that supposed accomplished actors fail repeatedly to project happiness, warmth, and genuine display of good character on camera and without a script.

The other odd thing is that we seem to judge actors by the characters they portray, so when one consistently comes across as endearingly charming and funny and cute in roles we often think that is what they are like. And of course that is ridiculous.

I suppose we all project a persona in public that is not entirely representative of who we truly are. It is just a part of the whole. Actors and actresses (although some females want to be referred to only as actors) just do it to a greater degree than we.

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Vintage or Just Old

Today’s musing in a vintage mind

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“I will most definitely be outrageous, difficult
and undignified, but not until I am old.”
Judith Baxter, Blogger, Mother, Sister, Grandmother and friend.
1938 –

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Way back in 2017 I mused on old/elderly/vintage. I decided that old and elderly were not acceptable to me – but vintage? That’s a whole new story.

So I asked, are you lucky enough to own a car like this? I have never owned one that was more than 5 years old but can appreciate the beauty in this one and others like it.

Close to where we live is the world renownedSouthwards Car Museumand I often used to take my children there. And sometimes, when my daughter was otherwise engaged or just didn’t want to go, I took my son on his own. Then later when my four grandsons were younger, they loved going there with me.

There are…

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Murder She Wrote

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“It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished
unless they kill in large numbers
and to the sound of trumpets.”

Chris has let the cat out of the bag and now you all know about our current projects. We each started them without discussion between we two kindred spirits.

We have been friends on WordPress since 2011 when we both started on this blogging journey. In June that year, Chris wrote about Jessica Fletcher the writer/protagonist in the series “Murder She Wrote”.  Chris has apparently always wanted to be like Jessica and very kindly named me as being the most like the redoubtable Mrs Fletcher.  Note – all those years ago she was Mrs not Ms.

So to today and our current projects. As Chris says you may/probably will never get to read our writings on murder and murderers, but please believe we are having a…

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JB and I are working on a terrific project.

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As you probably know we dabble. We refuse to accept that at our ages that we cannot write a story worthy of publication.

We each have well developed characters and story lines and have, well, dabbled over the years. Again, and again. And again. Something we keep going back to, which means of course, something we keep leaving.

Of course over time our attention gets diverted. We both tend to go off to whatever shiny thing catches our attention. And of course we are happy to bumble along.

We love our characters and even if they never appear on page in front you they do keep us entertained and we discuss them at length.

Today for our once a week FaceTime we are discussing poisons. Researching, in spite of technological challenges with all things modern.

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What, Words Again!

And yet more words

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“Be careful of the words you say,
Keep them short and sweet.
You never know, from day to day,
Which ones you’ll have to eat.”

Following my last foray into the blogosphere and the subject of words, I looked back on the many other posts I have written on this subject.One in particular caught my eye and so I would like to reblog it here.

But before you go over to read the full post, may I ask you “Are you acruciverbalist?” I am. I always thought this was a designer of crossword puzzles but now I understand ( after looking it up on Google) that it can also apply to an enthusiast of word games and of crossword puzzles.

Well, obviously, I am an enthusiast.I do the NY Times Wordle every day and was most upset once when it took me to number 6 before I got…

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Ah, Words!

More words.

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Choose your words carefully. For though words are free,
it’s how you use them that may cost you.”
Judith Baxter

I have always loved words. I like the sound of the spoken word, I like the sight of the written word, and I like to see how words look when written by different hands.

I have written often about words on my other site Growing Younger Each Day. Now today I would like to have some fun with words.

Do you know kangaroos? No, not the marsupials, but the term Kangaroo words.

kangaroo word carries within its spelling (in normal order) a small word that is a perfect synonym for itself.   The etymology of the phrase kangaroo word is derived from the fact that kangaroos carry their young (known as joeys) in a body pouch; hence kangaroo words carry their joey words within themselves.

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Never Regret

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The quote today is fromKatherine Mansfield, New Zealand author, 1888-1923

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back.  
Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can’t build on it, 
it’s only good for wallowing in.

After the excitement of the past few days, I got to thinking how much my DYS would have enjoyed all the socialising with his grandsons. and then of course, I started thinking back over the years since he died. So, with some tweaking, I am reblogging a post from 11 years ago

After my DYS (Dashing Young Scotsman)  died and during that time when I didn’t know what I was going to do with the rest of my life, I spent time on two separate occasions in the UK, acting as companion to an elderly widow.  During the time I spent with her we became firm…

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Hope Springeth

Chris once again delving deep

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As the first day of spring draws to a close here at North of 43 I got thinking about Hope and how or why we have it.

I mean is it optimism that gives us hope? And then one must ask, ’Where does optimism come from? Has it always been part of the human condition? Optimism I mean.

Before you get to thinking I am delving into depths of intellect never before been noted from me, let me put your mind at ease. The fact is that that I have just finished watching tonight’s weekly TV series Sherlock, (an older series but new to me just starting it’s run in these parts), and now a must watch. Oh, and the tenor (that meaning being the general course of character of something, not the singing voice, that gives such a slant to my words is:

Yup Benedict Cumberbatch

Every word going…

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It’s My Birthday and….

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Birthdays are good for you.
Statistics show that
people who have the most
live the longest

Well, it’s Sunday March 20th here in New Zealand but it’s still Saturday 19th where most of you live.And Saturday was my birthday.

Eleven years ago, as a very new blogger and a 73-year-old young chick, I reminisced about time gone by. Eleven years – where have they gone?  If you are interested to see what I was thinking all those years ago, here’s the link.

I’m not reminiscing today.  Usually as we age, apart from special birthdays, we tend to treat the day as any other. But not this year.

On Thursday Grandsons Nos 3 and 4 took me to lunch.On Friday, aftr a lovely relaxing massaage – my birthday gift to me – a friend took me to lunch.That evening Grandson No 1 called in for a drink with Granma and to…

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