Monday, 17 January 2011

Bit of this
Man about the house more is getting sluggish and I need diversion from the grueling, a bike ride is in order. As we puff around the sun peeks out and the mileometer registers 222 miles. It has taken me from September to get this far but I have done it!

What a difference a throb makes. The last stretch is peddled as fast as the legs can turn. As I rush home for a fix of this.File:Tens.jpgHowever I am not optimistic. It has been over used, and cannot be turned up any higher.

Hey presto within minutes I can breath and feel human again. The head clears the body straightens only to be bent over an hour latter a tiding the garden. I have a glorious couple of hours and fill the bin with surplus flower pots. I have the energy to make a mental note to track down a way to recycle them. It has been weeks and weeks since I had any sort of spring in my step.
Bit of that

Monday, 27 December 2010

Bit of this
I have had an infusion of the boy the baby and the blond. It has put fizz in my blood and a spring in my step.

The delight of batting the ball with another female over lunch rather than 2 monosyllabic males allows me to take gasps of pure oxygen and clears my head, the cherry on the cake is the colorful boot slip dabs finished off with fake fur. (whippet has yet to discover these and claim them as fair game).

I smile as I hear the blackbird clucking as he realizes man about the house is on the move. Between us we are training him to the call of hunger. He feeds he birds before himself.
Bit of this

Monday, 29 November 2010

Bit of this
Mrs T has resurrected her Bridget Riley winter coat.


Bridget Riley: Descending, 1965

Long and lean and wearing a long winter coat and a long expression as he peers into the undergrowth. "there has been a strawberry blond kitten hanging around I have just brought it a plate of cat food". It seems I am not the only one feeding the felines then.

I open the door to see her sat on the birthday-chair amid the chaos of our cupboard. Furiously writing her child observations up. The lengths some people will go to for a bit of P and Q.
Bit of that
Optical illusion

Optical Illusions

If you stare at the following picture long enough,
you should see a giraffe...




Gotcha! But the rest of these optical illusions are on the level.

What are "illusions"? Illusions trick us into perceiving something differently than it actually exists, so what we see does not correspond to physical reality. Hence, the word illusion comes from the Latin verb illudere meaning, "to mock." In addition, some illusions show us one thing in a picture, while someone else sees something entirely different in the same picture.

Research scientists must be sure that the results of their work are not "illusory" in nature. They need to accurately report what "is", rather than their general "impression" of "what is". So many times a scientist will repeat an experiment many times, or in different laboratories, to ensure that their results were valid. Science is only "good science" when anyone can repeat the experiment and get the same results.


If your eyes follow the movement of the rotating pink dot,
the dots will remain only one color, pink.

However if you stare at the black " +" in the center, the moving dots turns to green.

Now, concentrate on the black " + " in the center of the picture. After a short period, all the pink dots will slowly disappear, and you will only see only a single green dot rotating.

It's amazing how our brain works. There really is no green dot, and the pink ones really don't disappear. This should be proof enough, we don't always see what we think we see.




Monday, 22 November 2010

Bit of this
I have put things in boxes, class lists to be precise.

Now this is an achievement, for one so computer illiterate.

Rex's waifs and strays are becoming very brave or very hungry they are woofing tea before I have nipped back inside. Common sense tells me to stop. Basic mathematics cautions. Mummy puss has 4 kittens, how many by next summer? I wonder. I do hope man about the house manages to keep his job for their sake!
Bit of that
plus a waif

Saturday, 20 November 2010

Bit of this
Not a silver lining but a white one. Not one to mope man about the house has picked up a paint brush until fate decides what comes next. (I didn't like to point out the house resembles NHS waiting room). Job lots cannot be turned down.

Thank the lord he learnt to read. He has powered is way though several library books.

And we have rediscovered the Simpsons. Who wants to immerse themselves in teatime gloom news, when Hommers take on life is so much more entertaining.
Bit of this
When I read the first line I just had to buy Read me out loud. Worth every penny.
"Are you sure there are no people"
sobbed the poltergeist in fright,
from The Lightmare
Thank goodness I too paid enough attention at school to learn to read.

Monday, 8 November 2010

Bit of this
"What's your greatest achievement then",
I mumble from underneath the bedclothes as he is waving goodbye.

Never a navel gazing sort of geezer, I come up with my own answer when he arrives home just before ten.

"I have just been suspended". That's a pretty big sort of achievement don't you think !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bit of that
To do is to be - Rousseau.

To be is to do - Sartre.

Dobedobedo - Sinatra.
Sinatra hits the spot.
HEY HO
It must have some sort of silver lining.

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Bit of this
Straight off the school bus nose straight into his library book. He nearly walks straight into me.

She is 95, her grand mother made her mother a lace veil for her wedding, embroidering name and date. The veil has been used ever since for marriages and christenings even if the younger members would rather a more trendy arrangement. After use it goes to The Royal College Of Needle work to be cleaned and carefully packed ready for the next outing.

"They are beautiful" he says dropping 6 fushia heads into my hand. "They smell beautiful". We examine their color and fragility and lay them in a line. He beams from a tear stained face for the first time that day. I breath a sigh of relief that he showed his treasures to me not Mrs A, who takes a dim view of such exploration and sees it as vandalism.
Bit of that
Of all the things you wear your expression is the most important.