The magnitude pull

of life in pieces and bits. A piece of city life captured in an extended afternoon, one day. Though I have been in the depths of the home since. The facebookers on their holidays not pulling me back to I want to do that ... I do a bit, then retreat a while. Then come back again, mostly revigorated. Though I feel on the outer rim of life 

The cousins in various locations. The Pennines. Another cousin close, in that our Mums are twins, in the area we spent time together, on holiday, popping in to see a Mum and sister while in that vicinity in early August ... 

We have made plans for things, and ideas juggling of meeting up for another time in the city, out of season. A ferry trip across the waters. Or a tunnel trip to Europe? And of course Mum or pets sits ... 

For now all I am intersted in negotiating the way out of here. Whilst enjoying the glorious fact I have access to North, South, across the waters ...the lavender fields now harvested, the hops and orchard season upon us soon. And the Capital that when I do venture out, I can enjoy that too for now while I can do in the travels near, in small doses.

Worn out and jaded

and sprucing up the home inside. The finds to replace the worn. The normal periodic clothes dispersal with clothes that got lost again in the remedies to turn this home back into functional ways. 

Ignoring the calling to get stuff decorated etc until the way forward is clearer. I would like a exercise bike again. That a thought, when shifted a few of the excessive in all matters to enable this. 

The exuberance in the way things used to function; jaded with dismal thoughts. It does finally appear that things and rituals are clearing in all manners. I have been ruthless in shopping. I have adjusted shopping habits in the weekly food shop. A bit more space now to get the dusting and polish achieved back into the timetables and schedules 

The mind is forgetful when overwhelmed. The knowledge that I might be repeating myself too, It will be good when the final simplicity I aspire to is put in place ... 

For now to get into some clean slumber wear, taste the freshly baked cake, put my feet up and watch a film ... The light faded in the smallest room of the abode ... reminding me another day is coming to its final end ... 

Another few days away

from the arduous to some duvet days to recover the stresses and strains of a little time in the Capital  ....I finally caught up with the final instalment of The Night of the Museum saga. They are funny the first time round ... 

I have changed the rituals of the clothes, bedding and chores within ... and planning the next saga in the many elements I am still processing .... including what seems long to those that don't understand. I am doing long lost things again and trying to relish opportunities.... it may take a long time if ever to feel relinquished of that time ... 

What works generally for others; do not sit right with me.. I had too long a time not seeing another soul ... 

An epic scale of science ...

one Monday afternoon in the height of the summer holidays. The bag search on entering. The maze of people in fluctuations, free flowing and busy. The hub bub of every country, a selection of the world mingling within a world of changing times. We went right up into the rafters of time and space. 

The spectrum of science in everyday life. The clutter indoors of outside in. It was rather a large scale reminder of things lurking in the home, and the research previously in donating specific items that is not history yet being consigned to the dark of the landfill route. 

How a pair of of dice made an exhibit in this building ... albeit from the 1900s ... the science in the game of chance ... 

We have found many games in the extremities of our home. The articles related in 'Would you live like this?' coming to light in this time in how distasteful and not empathetic entirely with such a home looking like a pigsty. A lot of hoarders are over meticulous in other areas of life, in part of the mind that obviously does not function in what is perceived normal ... I witnessed this meticulous attitude in things that didn't need attention, how dirty was clean, and clean was dirty, within this spectrum of what others deemed as hoarding, and so much more. It has been interesting in how a lot of people came, went and commented over this process in my life that came by in this segment on how some can't live in the right manner ... 

The thoughts recent of how wasted that kind of such intellectual capacity. The diverse times in sacred now. The time that should have been relishing some us time after raising the family. The stepping out yesterday in a familiar but very dark foreboding life beyond the wall. In the flip of a second my diverse emotions can be joyous one second and in despair the next ... 

Ploughing, burrowing

funnelling inside again. After a little time in the peaks, vales, the coast and the ginormous satellite dish in the space of the Northern English countryside. The science of the whispering dishes and other interactive gadgets ...

The delicious food experiences of good ol' fish and chips under the Blackpool Tower,  the sharing of a birthday meal on the Peak District borders where quality is over quantity ... though a little of the fancy going on ...

This food tasting on a rainbow day; in view of the stunning outstanding scenery ... 

When the dessert arrived, the boyfriend exclaimed 'Where's the rest of it?' ... the banter in we can't take him anywhere. And he should try out the many courses of  a medieval banquet from those youthful svelte times in tune with lots of ale experience in norm days ...   the courses deliciously ample in mouthful size for the amount of courses ...