Time again
Writing this blog does not help my problem with time. I have to write quickly which is always a problem for me. I have, for most of my life been dubbed slow or dozey. I learned to say, in order to counteract the negativity, ' don't confuse lack of speed with lack of intelligence'. Why do all so called intelligence tests have to be completed in a certain time? Is speed really a sign of intelligence? Anyway if I spend too much time writing this (and the same thing happens when I am writing emails) the xxxing page expires.
Musings
I always find xmas difficult. I find there is so much hypocrisy around. Why do we take care of people at xmas and forget about them the rest of the year? I remember the Boxing Day when 14 people crowed into my father's tiny room in the Old People's Home where he died a few weeks later. Why couldn't they spread their visit's over the year so that he didn't spend so many hours alone?
Still me not being a christian I suppose I do not under stand the importance of Xmas.
I do however enjoy the decorations. Especially the lights which brighten up the long ( or should I say short) dark days of Winter.
festivities
Tuesday was a marathon meal and dance at the Salle de Fete, Wednesday was a long lunch with friends in a super restaurant in Lamballe. Thursday was an even longer meal and dancing followed by a show. I can never say no to these invitations and of course I enjoy the events but all the time I am thinking I should be writing, I should be writing. What's more, I doubt that they are the kind of events that I would go to in England. So what's different? I am trying to integrate into the local community and I am succeeding. People greet me by name. I am always included. Everybody talks to me but am I being a hypocrite? How do I express myself more honestly in a language that I am struggling to learn? It's hard enough in my own language.
Time
Time or lack of it remains a problem. Living through gales and torrential rain safely in a solid stone house I feel so lucky. I met a friend in town who told me that three large lorries had fallen or been blown off the bridge at Vannes in the night. I can see the Rance from my windows today. It is normally hardly visible but today one could sail by in a boat. Fortunaely I am at a safe height. I listen to the news of people who are not so lucky. Is the world mad? Why are developers allowed to build on flood plains and why are we continuing to cut down trees world wide? I have planted 25 trees so far this autumn. I hope it will be a contribution no matter how small.
