tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post7173881790830958777..comments2023-11-02T15:27:57.223+00:00Comments on Reading the Signs: rhythm of lifeReading the Signshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-49340866751160848252010-02-26T18:10:32.014+00:002010-02-26T18:10:32.014+00:00Cusp, all is now clear - with the naa naas at any ...<b>Cusp</b>, all is now clear - with the naa naas at any rate, the shower screen thing is kaput. Many thanks for the other.<br /><br /><b>Zhoen</b>, I'm glad you like the grey - I had a notion it might be restful on the eyes.<br /><br />A spell in the military might have been useful in certain respects - not that they would have had me!Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-40973196221333907332010-02-26T17:51:07.344+00:002010-02-26T17:51:07.344+00:00Lovely grey, many thanks.
One part of doing the ...Lovely grey, many thanks. <br /><br />One part of doing the military thing was that routine attention to details. To this day, when I put on my scrubs at work, it's as I did with my uniform. ID at my neckline, pouch around my waist at the back, pen in pocket, hat on, hair all in, shirt and ties all tucked in. Ritual for putting my mind on work, reassuring.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-32941711385258998082010-02-26T17:35:49.769+00:002010-02-26T17:35:49.769+00:00My naa naas were for Anna MR dear since she was mi...My naa naas were for Anna MR dear since she was miffed that I 'got in' before her ;O)<br /><br />Check your email cos I've found something for you that you might like (when you have time)<br /><br />Bloody plumbers !Cusphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10717783581169397585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-53800470298837635922010-02-26T15:40:47.270+00:002010-02-26T15:40:47.270+00:00Thanks Mim, sometimes I feel as though I have tota...Thanks <b>Mim</b>, sometimes I feel as though I have total recall - I don't, but the memories that are there remain sharp.<br /><br /><b>Cuspchen</b> - "naa naa"? ok, well, agreed I probably can't catch you. But could you catch <i>me</i>? <br /><br />We are having a nightmare day trying to order loo and bathroom sink online - everything complicated by the fact that we thought it would be ok (and save money) to leave the old ones in, but it wasn't ok, and now there are no end of probs. <br /><br />Plumber calling on mob - aarghReading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-20309171117455826952010-02-26T11:35:15.558+00:002010-02-26T11:35:15.558+00:00Glad you like Michael and his links. He IS right ...Glad you like Michael and his links. He IS right up your alley at the moment isn't heCusphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10717783581169397585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-28651442851466327252010-02-26T11:34:07.496+00:002010-02-26T11:34:07.496+00:00Hiya dear sistermister. Naa naa ne naa naa...can&...Hiya dear sistermister. Naa naa ne naa naa...can't catch me !!! ;O)<br /><br />Dear Signsie I'm in sympathy re redecoration etc : we're about to have an extension built after months and months of poring/pawing(???) over drawings and plans. I'm trying to stay positive and I know it's for the long term greater good of us all at Villa Cusp but I alos know it'll be horrid: especially when they start to demolish the existing utility room and downstairs loo and the lobby in a week or two ;O(((<br /><br />Oh well we can lean on each other perhaps: set up a kind of redecorationees support group where we can drink tea and dunk biscuits and hold cushions in front of us and 'share'. <br /><br />I hope you can get back to writing soon. If not maybe you can use your visits to IKEA to do more people watching and invent some more lifestories: people's taste in decor ect. is very indicative of their lifestyles I ...same way that I invent stories in my head based on the contents of other people's baskets in supermarket queues. <br /><br />Why do old people always buy loads of bicuits and ham ?Cusphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10717783581169397585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-18303532868143883632010-02-26T00:30:37.262+00:002010-02-26T00:30:37.262+00:00Signs: I too pack up things to donate, to Goodwil...Signs: I too pack up things to donate, to Goodwill or Sobe Thrifty. The almost destroyed I sometimes save for rags. Some things I throw on the compost; those must be cotton or wool.<br /><br />It's fascinating how the memory of those two girls has stayed with you. They come alive in your clear writing.Mimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13039776441665375475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-10184432202066345502010-02-25T23:34:17.405+00:002010-02-25T23:34:17.405+00:00Cusp, I loved my visit to Michael Nobbs' place...<b>Cusp</b>, I <i>loved</i> my visit to Michael Nobbs' place - have added him to my 'places' and can't think why I haven't looked in there before. So ta.<br /><br />I sometimes did a version of people-watching with my daughter, when she was little, in London. We crouched by the bay window and I made up the internal monologues of people who passed by, which she loved - it made her laugh. But I realised that in a sense this was something I'd always been drawn to doing, coming very close to people through watching and imagining, and feeling what it must be like to be them. <br /><br /><b>Anna</b> dearest, will you stop criticising your idiom already? Actually, though, it's a nice bit of free-associating bollocks, so on second thoughts, you can keep going if you like.<br /><br />If I could refurbish and plan kitchen/bathroom as easily as I can change my template here, I would be soooo happy. For it is the very pits, my dear - just picture me and the redoubtable Mr. S in IKEA last night (and the meatballs were horrible, I'm becoming a veggie, seriously, but more of this anon) with bathroom sinks that looked like basins for the cleaning of surgical instruments, and our builder at the end of the line saying he no gonna wait for ever while we pootle around - and then my legs almost giving way, oh the fatiiiiigue. I had to eat a whole bar of IKEA chocolate, a packet of salt liquorice fish and other stuff, it was that or score some hard drugs. If I could just change the wallpaper and adjust a thing or two like I can here. I think we may have to just come and live in Blogger, do a kind of Avatar thing.<br /><br />Anyway, yes, the watching girl on the train probably had a copy of The Monkees quarterly in her hands, but more than that I can't say (especially at this hour). She pretty though, and slim (too slim) what with only eating once a day, apart from the sweets. But nice, and funny. Only not many peeps knew that.<br /><br />She was mesmerised by the illusion of predictability (safety, comfort) - but wouldn't have liked to <i>be</i> that girl, no. She dreamed of being an air stewardess (free travel) and leaving home a.s.a.p. <br /><br />Congrats for - well, you know. Respeck, Seestah! Mwah!Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-50400819597668223012010-02-25T22:20:17.037+00:002010-02-25T22:20:17.037+00:00Christ, Signs, you've redone the wallpapers ag...Christ, <b>Signs</b>, you've redone the wallpapers <em>again</em>. Stop it already. My eyes are swimming. <br /><br />But, you know, don't, if it feels like a fun thing to do. My eyes can swim all they like (and really, what sort of an idiom is "my eyes are swimming"? What are they doing, the breastroke? The butterfly stroke? The doggy paddle? It's a <em>crap</em> idiom, that's what it is, Signs my dear, because I can just <em>see</em> those little eyes (mine, in fact), all leaping into the deep pools of, I don't know, eye-water, with their little eye-arms poised for an elegant leap and then gliding through the waters effortlessly. Or perhaps, after all, they are doing the doggy paddle. I am really quite good at swimming, Signs, but I've a feeling my eyes - my super myopic eyes - alas, are not. Will I ever shut up? Doubtful). Yes, as I was saying, you're clearly having fun with the refurbishing and the wall-papering and picking new knobs for your drawers and things, and I don't want you to think I'm saying "stop" seriously, because I'm not. So that's sorted then. Phew.<br /><br />I've a feeling this comment is trying to break the 4,096 mark, too, envious of the performance of its predecessor. But I <em>will</em> get a word in while the comment itself is not looking, strutting and preening as it is in front of the mirror, about your lovely post here. You paint word-pictures very well and enjoyably, Signs, and I can see those girls and the train and her bedroom and everything. I would like to see the girl eavesdropping and earwigging furiously in the corner of the underground train, I would like to see her more clearly but currently I only sort of feel her presence or see her reflected in the window. Of the train, yes. <br /><br />One's own life can feel like so much crap from time to time (and one's own <em>self</em>, too, come to think of it), but other people and their lives are just claustrophobic (I may have said this somewhere before?). There are, of course, some notable exceptions, including present company. You and yours don't make for claustrophobic imaginy material. <br /><br />Guess what? The word vers say <b>expers</b>. It's an Olde Latin incantation, calling for the expelling of compulsively loquacious blog guests and the subsequent purging of the house. Verily.<br /><br />Mwah Signsy, hope your Thursday is just grand. <br /><br />x<br /><br />(Oh man, while I've been verbose down here, <b>Cuspchen</b> has beaten me to the first comment. Damn. I <em>knew</em> I should have shut up earlier. Hello all the same, Cusp - see, I'm not competitive, and hence not sour.)Anna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-65988634226359454672010-02-25T22:15:10.437+00:002010-02-25T22:15:10.437+00:00Well this is a radical new look and in sync with y...Well this is a radical new look and in sync with your quest to clear out, cut back etc. You may do well to have a shufti at Michael Nobbs' blog cos he is always trying to do same and is v. good at coming up with simple ways to minimalise and strip back the clutter.<br /><br />Love your description of the girls on the train. I love people watching --- one of the things I miss being at home all day and often alone. When I was small ( about 8) I always ensured I was in one of the three seats that faced each other on the double decker because I knew that every day on the second stop a true Mod devotee 'bird' would get on and sit opposite me where I could take in every little detail of hair, clothes, make-up and imagine the cool, cool fab-gear life she must lead in London (she got off at the station) whilst I had to go on to the next stop and get off at school for more lessons and school dinner.Cusphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10717783581169397585noreply@blogger.com