Tag: It’s where it is
Saturday snippets
{musing} I was doing so well with blog every day November, then I hit a day where I didn’t know what to write and I was really really tired so I went to bed and that was it. Stopped. How do other people pick up when they falter? (not even asking how people don’t falter.…
Doing kind things
I try to practice little kindnesses. Letting the guy with three things go past me at the Lidl checkout. Putting my coppers in the volunteer coast watch box in the coop. Giving the homeless woman outside tesco a couple of quid. I hope that stopping and talking to her is kind too. I’ve not seen…
Monday listening
Ages and ages ago I was going to do a shuffle playlist post. Only at the time I didn’t use Spotify, just listened to Internet radio. So I forgot. Then we got a family Spotify account (educational expenditure when you’ve got two kids doing music performance). And Big built me a playlist, just so I…
Poppies and poetry
I read Siegfried Sassoon in school and it made me cry. (I do cry pretty easily I know, but that stuff sank in. And stayed.) Poppies are one of my favourite flowers. The above is my own picture. I don’t need poppies or poetry to remember anything, but each can bring focus. I just kind…
Friday night
Is fish and chips after a very long day at work. Is the rain lashing against the attic window while I curl up in bed with a book. Is not a night for blogging.
Skyward by Brandon Sanderson
Today I’m departing from the #BEDN prompts because I’ve got a book to review. Brandon Sanderson’s Skyward Claim the Stars is a fantastic SF adventure, the sort of book I absolutely love. It rockets along with unexpected twists and turns, never slowing to let you catch your breath. I’ve no idea how I’ve not read…
Light in photography and painting.
We’re going for the pictures speak a hundred words here. I love playing with a camera and light. Exhibit A: Dewdrops. Best taken from the floor, you may end up with wet feet/ knees. Exhibit B: sunset. This a blurred version with silhouettes – I think I was playing with a review camera for this…
The other path.
I didn’t start home educating as an act of rebellion, but it seems increasingly the government views this entirely legal activity that way. Instead, it was to give my children space to be themselves without external judgement /artificial standards /ridiculous amounts of unnecessary testing. I thought we’d probably only home educate through primary years, then…
Managing hashimotos, sciatica, anxiety and depression while autistic.
When I wrote my cheery reintroduction post the other day, it felt like I ignored a pretty big elephant in the room. This is the other side of me, the bit that I don’t usually brag about. It’s hard to know how far to go back with all of this. And this isn’t a pity…
