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A Palindrome for the New Year

Happy Palindrome day – January 2nd here – so 1221. And if you are feeling that you have eaten too much over the holidays – remember Stressed is just desserts spelled backwards.

OK that’s enough cleverness for today.

From several friends today I have received this video.

In this time of Covid, it is important to share funny things. And I just love this. I hope you do too.

On this day in 2013, I bemoaned the fact that Summer decided not to grace us with her presence – click here to read that post from so many years ago. Well guess what? Once again we are having an odd sunny and warm day, Christmas Day was one as was New Year’s Day, but in between we have had a really mixed bag. Although I have to say that I am not jealous of those friends who have sent me photos of winter wonderlands. Been there; done that and have no desire to do so again.

Summer 2014 was great. My sister came to visit in February and while we (my Late Love and I) showed her around our beautiful country, Mother Nature behaved and showed off with long lovely days of summer.

As we went into 2015 we were all reeling from the terrorist activities around the world, and particularly in our beloved Paris. Here’s what I was thinking/talking/writing about then.

So to January 2016. Here I talked about the plans the Architect and I had for the year, and our future, only to have him diagnosed with a brain tumour in June. Here’s the link to that miserable time in my life.

In January 2017 I talked about a new chapter opening in my life.

In January 2018 I talked about the terrorist attacks again, about wishes, resolutions and hopes for the future . My hopes were –

  • Peace being declared among the fighting factions.
  • Safe housing for the homeless
  • Sufficient food for everyone and a
  • Happy and joyous year to you all.

    Well in 2021, we are still waiting for most of those wishes to be granted.

January 2019 saw me invite you to my Ramblings of an Octogenarian and in 2020 I mused on palindromes.

Do you know AIBOHPHOBIA? It is a fear of palindromes. Yes, really!

So now having come full circle in my blogging life – I started on March 1, 2011, so there was no January musings in that year- all that is left is for me to wish you a very peaceful and joyous New Year. Hoping of course that this pandemic raging in our already troubled world, will be stopped in its tracks. There is hope for that in the vaccines being developed and used around the world. Lets also hope there is sufficient for the Third World countries. They are always at the bottom of the list.

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh?” he whispered.
“Yes, Piglet?”
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Oh For An Original Thought

“All intelligent thoughts have already been thought;
what is necessary is only to try to think them again”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, German Playwright, Poet, Novelist and Dramatist.  1749-1832

Sitting in front of a blank screen once again, I try to conjure up an original thought.  I read blogs from others and of course, get inspiration from them but an original thought of my own…..

I have read Val Erde’s post on what she plans to do with the rest of her life and that set me thinking.  In her poem The Summer Day Mary Oliver asks

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life? “

Perhaps I could write a blog on that subject too.

Chris at Bridges Burning posted about the date November 22 and what it means to many of us.  She also introduced us to a book by Stephen King (one of my favourite authors) 22/11/63  11/22/63 (I have just had this error pointed out to me.  Thank you Sharon) and I have now reserved it from the library.  Reminded me of draft I started ages ago about where we I was on certain historic days during my long life.

Susan at Coming East wrote about what triggers memories.  I read this a couple of days ago and just this morning when opening a fresh container of milk I remember how my sister used to open the top for my father who was blind.  That took me back to the last time I saw him.  About 92, legally blind and living in his own apartment on his own.  What a great mentor and father he had been to me and my sisters throughout his life.

So..today…  Do you know Mary Oliver’s poetry?  One of my favourites is The Journey :

“One day you finally knew what you had to do,
and began, though the voices around you
kept shouting their bad advice–“

Read the rest of this poem here and the poem “The Summer Day” here.

So still without an original thought, or even an independent thought, I am bowing out of today’s post.


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And now
As the water cascades and tumbles
over the rocks in it’s rush
down to join the river
so my thoughts tumble around my brain
looking for an outlet
or a safe place to stop