Saturday, 18 June 2016

What a week.

Rain, rain and more rain.




I did try and go for my walk.  But not only was it raining it was misty and windy at the same time.  And cold. Plus I had one of my chest infections.



Surfers get wet anyway so they were still out.

I managed to
get down the shedudio and painted.

Because next weekend is 



And I have been doing a lot of the admin work, advertising, entry forms, etc. etc.  And painting and having stuff framed for it.

Now on steroids, antibiotics, new inhalers.  The sun finally reappeared today and as drugs kicked in I managed the walk.





I survived the week !  On a note of interest to some the sun sets tonight at 11 minutes past 10 - allegedly.  It still has a way to go. 

10.19 p.m.

Sunday, 12 June 2016

Smoothing my path.

Here is the finished path.



Grass seed is going along the edges.

What was a surprise plus was how well the plants look with the  sleeper edging.  This bit of garden was nurtured and planted by me when I could.

I have had a few practice runs now and, apart from more practice in carrying a cappucino down, it is brilliant.


This gives you an idea of the slope we have.  Thanks to the gardener for noticing it was less where he has now put the path.  (Nothing like as steep as Jessica's precipitous bank which you can see on her blog Rusty Duck  - sorry I still cant master links but well worth looking at.)


What you see here on the ground are called chuckies up here in the North East of Scotland.  Decorative stone anywhere else.  And not helpful to chariots.  So my next plan is to have it paved.  A patio no less. I may even be able to potter amongst me pots again.  YAY.

Tuesday, 7 June 2016

Great Expectations.

The way down to the shedudio.  Left out of the kitchen door.  

And down the steps.  Coming back up - well.  Carrying anything, walking and breathing quite an issue.

We really didnt want to lose the arch.  It has honeysuckle, clematis and ivy holding it up.  It is used by the birds on their way to and from the feeding station. Some nest in it too. 

But then our gardener came up with a plan.

Today he began.


Still turn left out of the kitchen door. But then..... turn right.

There is the arch on the left so we keep that.  


The new path down to the shedudio. Brilliant !  Ladies Mantle and pots will be moved. Wee ramp into shedudio. More independence for moi.  The chariot and I can go down and up, I sling onto the chariots handlebars whatever I need to take down, and ditto coming back.  The DP no longer has to carry anything for me.  Tomorrow our wonderful gardener returns to finish the job.  Of course I will bore you all rigid with the second instalment.


We lost a Box bush which would have needed shaping and or taking cuttings from.  Too old for that. Me, not the plant. Also a Crocosmia which isnt lost.  The DP will split it and replant around the garden.  Great Expectations it will survive.

Friday, 3 June 2016

Blooming June.

Not been very summery so far but apparently weather is to improve.

The garden is certainly blooming. Fantastic blossom on the cherry trees, Laburnam and now Lilac.


We have a new gardener.  So far he has cut the lawns for us.  And done an amazing job, he strims first, then cuts, the grass looks as if it has been shaved.  One still has to ignore the weed infested borders.  However the fact the hated grass cutting is done has led to the DP giving them his attention.



He has also been emptying the pots, re-filling and re - planting. My view from the shedudio is vastly improved.

The other border to the left of the shedudio is about ready to burst forth in colour.  


Peonies and Poppies.

Just beyond the fence at the rear of the peonies there is to be a path created by our gardener for me to wheel the chariot (wheeled walker) over the grass and straight down to the shedudio and , more importantly, back up.  I currently have to use steps so cannot use the walker. So carrying things to and from falls to the DP.  So a bit more independence for me.

I am currently improving from a chest infection.  Been out today for a great walk, watching our life boat on manoeuvres .


The bottom photo also shows a surfer !  Both show the haar on its way (mist).

Hope you are all, like me, looking forward to the rest of June being blooming.



Sunday, 22 May 2016

Sunday, sweet Sunday.

The Dawn Patroller had one of his days off and out.  He went on a boat trip from Buckie, further up the North East coast.  

He was hoping to see a White billed Diver.

Image from tinternet.

What he did see were lots of these instead.




Dolphins.  I wouldnt complain!

Meanwhile I did my .59 of a mile which is from the car to the start of the sand dunes.


Although on this photo the dunes have encroached somewhat. This was taken after the last big storm, the council removed the sand.  They have some amazing machines.  But you cant beat people power.  This lot turned up yesterday, and collected an amazing amount of rubbish from the beach.  But the council were on hand to remove all the bags etc.






The sea was flat, calm today.  There was no wind, it was warm.  What this paddle surfer was doing out there I really do not know.  Practising balancing?

I did see a seal off the rocks by the caravan site.


This photo was taken on a more normal weather day but thats where I saw the seal.  Every time I took a photo as I clicked it sank beneath the waves.  Hey ho.

But then I have seen these and the DP hasnt.


Not this day .  Sunday, sweet Sunday.





Friday, 20 May 2016

Balance the minus with a plus.

I thought I better do a catch up.  I like my blogging to be upbeat and fun.  Sometimes its difficult to be positive and look at the funny side.  Perhaps by saying what is to follow will help me get back to that place.

COPD is life limiting not life threatening.  What I didnt expect was how limiting that would become.



Most days I cannot walk without the chariot.



That includes in the house as well as outside.  To understand what COPD is like put a straw in your mouth and then use that to breathe while carrying on. Thats the training the pulmonary physios get.

But every day, unless there is over a 20 mph wind I head off to the beach and walk the Esplanade until I/the chariot can get no further



The sea air is of great benefit.  Although my walk is punctuated by me hanging over the fence and regaining control of my breathing I always feel so much better afterwards. During the walk I view many, many pleasurable sights birds, surfers, kids playing, dogs being walked, kites flying, or more often plummeting !




My day consists of getting up and having breakfast.  This is provided by the Dawn Patroller.  He has already done his dawn patrol.  And brings back his amazing photographs  He does all the cooking, cleaning, shopping, bed changing, feeds the cat, and carries things for me.  He does everything that would cause me to struggle to breathe.  He hasnt yet taken over my being able to talk!  I can still manage my own ablutions and dressing altho it takes a while. After lunch I go for my walk and then on returning its down the shed and paint.



The garden is blooming like everyone elses.


View from my seat in the shedudio.



Sith our cat.

My pride and joy the Rogersii.

Nice to see that most of what is blooming I planted before I lost the welly.  The DP is now doing the weeding and planting of perennials.  He is replacing the lavenders at the moment, having planted up the pots and troughs.

From the shedudio I also get a great deal of pleasure from the garden birds.

This year, a first we have Redpolls.  First one, then two, now we have 2 pairs and young ones.


The pair, bit blurred.

Female.


Male Siskin.

During and after our evening meal.




As I said at the beginning.  Balance the minus with a plus. 

Sunday, 1 May 2016

Death.

The Dawn Patroller and I have decided to donate our bodies to medical science.  Just a cop out really for having to pay for a funeral, but if they have enough bodies to be going on with you can still end up having to pay for a funeral.  I havent seen any of the frugal blogs discuss this so far.  Death I mean. It is a very expensive event.  Plus it requires a lot of organising for those having to sort it out.   And for why?  If my body can be used to improve knowledge for the future treatments of all thats wrong with me.  Great.  You die.  You make a telephone call.  A respectful team come along and remove your body.  End of.  Two years later, if you have requested it you get the ashes.  No charge.



Donating your body to science is a concept most people are familiar with but few know how to go about. In fairness, those who do end up leaving their body to science don't talk about it afterwards, so the process isn't something that's become common knowledge. It's not a matter of having your carcass dropped off at the nearest laboratory; there are a lot of legal matters to attend to. But even if there weren't, there's not much a typical lab can actually do with a human body, not unless they urgently need a cumbersome and extremely morbid paperweight.  The Guardian.




Basically neither of us are religious.  Funerals I avoid where possible.  I prefer to stick with my memories of the person alive.  Not necessarily well, but alive. And there is the whole hassle and cost of organising such an event.  We had, and have friends who have gone down this route and they had nothing but praise for the way death was handled.  You have to discuss it with family and amend your will.  It is an easy thing to do. Just google it.


But then you or who is left has the problem of closure.  I went to a tea party today in memory of a friend who's body had gone off to medical science.  




Well I shall be earmarking an amount of money for everyone to get totally p****d. listen to 60s music and boogie the wheel chairs and the walking frames.  One can decide not to pay out for the funeral but a celebration of the life of the dead one should be just that.


A further point on death. On Friday evening there was yet another road traffic accident at the end of our lane so vehicles were diverted down and past our house.  One after the other and very fast came zooming down.  On the verge our new cat Martha was mown down and killed.  As the vehicles tried to squash past each other on a lane so narrow we have passing places and didnt see the cat as in their haste they churned up the verge where she was.  So that night I had the p**s up and the next night .  We celebrate a cats life with a tree planting.  Not a bad idea for all of us.