Ooooh Pasty. I really really feel for you with the shoulder injury. I tore the rotator cuff some years back. Apparently a common tennis injury. I to this day do not know how I did it. It was not tennis alas. Took about three months to get sorted with a physio and acupuncture. Healed but still wary of my shoulder and some movement still a bit of a problem.
Gardening's the stuff of healthy minds and bodies. I've been shifting barrows of soil around these last few days and I can feel it's positive effects (aching limbs aside ) I'd like to get my fat levels down since our (not-so)-new-(these-days)-fangled scales like to remind me, my "BMI" is borderline. I kid myself it's referring to some other meaning for the acronym.
Speaking of long-term injuries, I came off my motorcycle (nothing serious) in the hail several years ago and did some damage to my left shoulder/collar bone. Something muscle/tendon related that caused a nice little lump for several weeks. It still niggles occasionally and I can't sleep on my left side (without discomfort) because of it. I call it 'getting old'; bumps and scratches that, as kids, we shrugged off now linger.
so randomly i was actually looking at the packet of my walkers, non brexity, great british potato crisps t'other night (what we'll be down to eating along with roasted mangalwurzels and roadkill) and the actual packet is quite bizarre.
yes all very britishy and potatoey and then...
squirrel in a bowler hat and monacle and pigeon in shades?
so i was in the oxfam bookshop today. (still fruitlessly looking for anything from 'the expanse' series of books). all the charity shops in town (and theres a very many, we've even got a charity superstore!) are very chav-tastic. except the oxfam bookshop, which really has its nose in the air, i'm surprised i was allowed in lol!
anyhoo there was no-one in there except the chump working there and a fellow looking at history books. they obviuosly knew each other and were having a discussion about the bishop of auckland (!) which then digressed into a general 'faith vs, fact' debate. mr history was faith. mr chump was fact.
it went on a bit about the evils of religion and mr history was all, yes but really all faith asks is love each other, love you god and don't be a dick (thats actually what he said).
ah said chump, what about all the killing then? why so much killing for religion?
it went on a bit.
chump said, yes but you're asking me to trust in something you can't prove exists.
history; well what about love? you can't prove love exists, but you know it does.
[my retort would've been 'hormones and habit'?]
i'm not sure what the reply was because i lost it a moment later when history said, in all seriousness
'well that would be an ecumenical matter'
this was too much philosophy and father ted for a monday morning. i had to leave.
Post by thesentientpasty on Feb 18, 2019 21:48:21 GMT
Years ago, when my Peugeot's clutch cable snapped, a million miles from home, in Warwickshire, I had to spend the night in a hostelry.
Availing of the bar's facilities, and knowing no-one, within half a sip of beer I overhead someone raising a question about cosmological topography. The answer given was wrong. I stepped in to explain the faulted reasoning. Several pints followed, and clarity - albeit somewhat dulled by alcohol - ensued.
Philosophy conversations in general public always sound odd to me. That's my problem though, and I own up to it - sadly, the general public can't win. I damn them as either inane or pretentious. So I have to ask myself, what ARE people allowed to talk about?
I can tolerate children talking about their cheese sandwiches but little else.
No no, it's not true. Not really... but almost. I do like to listen, to eavesdrop (that word has an interesting origin btw) and, out of context, what people say sometimes sounds surreal to me.
And you know what? I hate it when my wife asks me, in the aisle of a supermarket, if I'd like x for dinner. I just don't like the thought of someone like me 'judging' my "inane" conversation!
This ought appeal to idlers; the writing process of Anna Burns...
Her method, therefore, is to wait – sometimes for years – for her characters to start to talk to her. This involves turning up at her computer and pretty much just sitting there. “It’s a bit like meditation,” she explained. Sometimes she makes notes, although this is really just a way of managing her anxiety. She goes on a lot of walks. But the real task, she told us, is to “wait and hold” – to create the mental space, to stay patient, and to keep the faith that eventually the characters will appear and take her where she needs to go.
I like that, "wait and hold". My kind of creative process.
"wait and hold". My kind of creative process.” Mine is more like wonder and wander, the mind never stops but in recent year little of any value seems to issue from therein! I have always wanted to 'write' (you know fictional accounts that other folks would find worth reading) but simply do not have the wherewithal within to produce anything worthwhile so simply 'bug' you lot here to pass the time!