Ok... my man and I were having a discussion about expanding universes and alternative realities today and, on the back of my post the other day, I'm now wondering if the me in the other reality, the one that's collecting all the things that have jumped from this to that, is doing all the activity and taking away my energy.
Yes, today was one of those lazy Sunday's and when I say lazy, I mean completely and utterly indolent, when I did nothing but stress a touch over a presentation I have to do at a conference in March and then decided it was too soon to be truly anxious, so gave up on that too.
Anyway, if I'm reading this somewhere else, please take note... I have a busy week coming up and would like my energy back. Please? Pretty please?
Now I'll just have to wait and see if I take note.
Sunday, 13 January 2013
Saturday, 12 January 2013
My (proper) birthday
January's not the best time of year for a birthday, especially in the first 2 weeks, mainly because people are just getting back into work and want some 'down time' after the partying over the Christmas/New Year holiday. Also, in Scotland, a lot of good places to go out to eat are closed at this time of year, so for someone like me, who loves to go out for dinner, it can be a bit of a damp squib. And, worst of all, it's usually the post holiday bug season.
This year I seem to have had some kind of viral thing that's been on the go for week or so and I'm heartily sick of it. It's of the headachy, feeling a bit sick, no energy variety... just what I needed for my 61st birthday... but in spite of this I managed to make it into Edinburgh for a massage, which was great and then, apart from an interlude with a man coming to check the roof as we've had a leak and finding tiles need replacing (oh dear!), I relaxed for the afternoon until Mountain Man arrived. No. 1 Son came for a while, bringing with him some fizz and flowers and then it was out to dinner at a Tapas bar down the road. Very yum it was too. And finally back to the house to get to bed early-ish.
I had some great gifts e.g. a hand-knitted scarf from No. 2 Son (no, he didn't knit it, but his friend's Mum did), a pamper day from Mountain Man and No. 1 Son's delights, and lots of lovely cards and phone calls. A very happy birthday.
Now all I need is to feel a bit better...
This year I seem to have had some kind of viral thing that's been on the go for week or so and I'm heartily sick of it. It's of the headachy, feeling a bit sick, no energy variety... just what I needed for my 61st birthday... but in spite of this I managed to make it into Edinburgh for a massage, which was great and then, apart from an interlude with a man coming to check the roof as we've had a leak and finding tiles need replacing (oh dear!), I relaxed for the afternoon until Mountain Man arrived. No. 1 Son came for a while, bringing with him some fizz and flowers and then it was out to dinner at a Tapas bar down the road. Very yum it was too. And finally back to the house to get to bed early-ish.
I had some great gifts e.g. a hand-knitted scarf from No. 2 Son (no, he didn't knit it, but his friend's Mum did), a pamper day from Mountain Man and No. 1 Son's delights, and lots of lovely cards and phone calls. A very happy birthday.
Now all I need is to feel a bit better...
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Where do they go?
Do you ever have items that mysteriously go missing, never to surface again? I certainly seem to.
Take today, for example.
There I was at 'Old Lady' badminton with my £1 coin tucked into my racket cover all ready and willing to pay. I opened the cover and the £1 dropped out. I heard it drop onto the floor and a couple of others heard it too, but could any of us find it? Absolutely not. It had disappeared into the ether never to be found by me again. Luckily I had another so didn't have to beg or borrow.
In the afternoon my eyes were tired and a bit sore, so I took my contact lenses out and put them in the lens case and wore my glasses until it was time to go to bowls. I took the right contact lens out and put it in my eye. It jumped out and then, there it was... gone... disappeared. I put my glasses back on and looked and looked but it was nowhere to be seen. I gave up and put a new one in.
And that was just today. So far this year I've lost a book, a pair of socks and a letter, and that's just in the last couple of weeks. They were there and then they weren't. Scary!
But what I want to know is, where do these things disappear to? Is it to an alternative reality where there's a mound of ever growing items that have skipped from this dimension into another? Or some other equally bizarre explanation? Or maybe a simple explanation?
Anyway, if you have any ideas do let me know. I'm finding myself quite frustrated at all these losses. Mind you, if I carry on at this rate, by the end of 2013, the clearing out of 1/3rd of the 'stuff' that I promised myself I'd get rid of this year will be done for me. Maybe I shouldn't complain!
Take today, for example.
There I was at 'Old Lady' badminton with my £1 coin tucked into my racket cover all ready and willing to pay. I opened the cover and the £1 dropped out. I heard it drop onto the floor and a couple of others heard it too, but could any of us find it? Absolutely not. It had disappeared into the ether never to be found by me again. Luckily I had another so didn't have to beg or borrow.
In the afternoon my eyes were tired and a bit sore, so I took my contact lenses out and put them in the lens case and wore my glasses until it was time to go to bowls. I took the right contact lens out and put it in my eye. It jumped out and then, there it was... gone... disappeared. I put my glasses back on and looked and looked but it was nowhere to be seen. I gave up and put a new one in.
And that was just today. So far this year I've lost a book, a pair of socks and a letter, and that's just in the last couple of weeks. They were there and then they weren't. Scary!
But what I want to know is, where do these things disappear to? Is it to an alternative reality where there's a mound of ever growing items that have skipped from this dimension into another? Or some other equally bizarre explanation? Or maybe a simple explanation?
Anyway, if you have any ideas do let me know. I'm finding myself quite frustrated at all these losses. Mind you, if I carry on at this rate, by the end of 2013, the clearing out of 1/3rd of the 'stuff' that I promised myself I'd get rid of this year will be done for me. Maybe I shouldn't complain!
Monday, 7 January 2013
Trouble in gadget-land?
New gadgets are great aren't they? Especially when they work!
Today I received my new bluetooth keyboard cum cover for my iPad. I bought it with a Groupon voucher which made it 63% cheaper than the original price. That's the good news. The bad news was that I charged as it said in the instructions and then couldn't get it to work.
I phoned the place it came from and the man on the other end of the phone very patiently asked me if I'd turned it on. I won't tell you what went through my mind to say at that point, but I'm sure it won't take much for you to imagine. Anyway, what was decidedly irritating is that as he was talking the bloody thing decided that it didn't want to go back from whence it came and started working immediately. This left me feeling just as stupid as if I hadn't switched it on in the first place!
Since then it's been rather good. Now all I can hope is that it doesn't decide every time I want it on that I need to make a phone call to it's erstwhile 'daddy' first. Fingers crossed!
Today I received my new bluetooth keyboard cum cover for my iPad. I bought it with a Groupon voucher which made it 63% cheaper than the original price. That's the good news. The bad news was that I charged as it said in the instructions and then couldn't get it to work.
I phoned the place it came from and the man on the other end of the phone very patiently asked me if I'd turned it on. I won't tell you what went through my mind to say at that point, but I'm sure it won't take much for you to imagine. Anyway, what was decidedly irritating is that as he was talking the bloody thing decided that it didn't want to go back from whence it came and started working immediately. This left me feeling just as stupid as if I hadn't switched it on in the first place!
Since then it's been rather good. Now all I can hope is that it doesn't decide every time I want it on that I need to make a phone call to it's erstwhile 'daddy' first. Fingers crossed!
Saturday, 5 January 2013
Sorted
After another day of feeling unwell and trying to make myself feel better, I took time to finish my book, 'Uncle Petros and Goldbach's Conjecture'.
It's actually a novel but, it comes across as so real, quoting all the characters that were around in the years that the novel is set e.g. Alan Turing and Srinivasa Ramanujan to name just two, that in places it's hard to believe it's fiction.
There is something about books on mathematics that I find truly fascinating even though I'm quite maths phobic, thanks, I think, to my first arithmetic teacher and her penchant for liking to hit me on the knuckles with her ruler. I think it's something to do with the creativity, determination and drama that the people involved seem to have to have that grabs me.
One of my favourite's is Simon Singh's 'Fermat's Last Theorem', which would probably, if push comes to shove, be the book I'd take to a desert island with me. After all, not only is it a jolly good story and well written, it would, of course, take me a lifetime to get to grips with the actual maths bit. That's my desert island life sorted then.
It's actually a novel but, it comes across as so real, quoting all the characters that were around in the years that the novel is set e.g. Alan Turing and Srinivasa Ramanujan to name just two, that in places it's hard to believe it's fiction.
There is something about books on mathematics that I find truly fascinating even though I'm quite maths phobic, thanks, I think, to my first arithmetic teacher and her penchant for liking to hit me on the knuckles with her ruler. I think it's something to do with the creativity, determination and drama that the people involved seem to have to have that grabs me.
One of my favourite's is Simon Singh's 'Fermat's Last Theorem', which would probably, if push comes to shove, be the book I'd take to a desert island with me. After all, not only is it a jolly good story and well written, it would, of course, take me a lifetime to get to grips with the actual maths bit. That's my desert island life sorted then.
Friday, 4 January 2013
The Toblerone effect
I don't like chocolate, it's just not one of my things. However, about once every six months I have a craving for a piece and last night was such a time. I know this feeling is connected to me feeling hormonal, and this I also know gives poor Mountain Man a real chance to practice his patience.
One Christmas, many moons ago, my boys each got a Toblerone in their stocking. If my memory serves, they each ate it in one sitting, most probably before breakfast, and declared they never wanted to see another Toblerone again. Thus was born the family tradition of the boys getting a Toblerone of some sort in their stocking every year. Yes... I know... it's perverse, but there you go! This year I bought a box of lots and lots of tiny Toblerone bars, some dark, some white and some original. I noticed a 'Oh here's the Toblerone's' from the boys, but no real objections this year when they got their stockings and, as they only had six each (two of each type), there were loads left over.
So last night, when I suddenly got the urge for chocolate, there was pretty much a whole box to choose from. I decided that only the original ones would do and Mountain Man very kindly went downstairs and got me two. I ate them. For one very small moment I thought, 'Yum'... and then the reality set in. The aftertaste was disgusting! And even worse, I couldn't get to sleep and was watching films we'd taped until the wee small hours.
When I eventually did get to sleep I slept badly and woke this morning with a migraine. It took ages to be able to get up and even then only managed a shower and the taking down of the Christmas decorations and after that, I'm afraid, it was back to bed to feel sorry for myself, read my book (Uncle Petros and Goldbach's Conjecture) and watch Jason and the Argonauts.
I can ill afford a day out to feel unwell so I'm hoping this urge doesn't come about again in the foreseeable future. Mountain Man is also hoping this urge doesn't come around again soon. I'm sure you can understand his reasoning!
One Christmas, many moons ago, my boys each got a Toblerone in their stocking. If my memory serves, they each ate it in one sitting, most probably before breakfast, and declared they never wanted to see another Toblerone again. Thus was born the family tradition of the boys getting a Toblerone of some sort in their stocking every year. Yes... I know... it's perverse, but there you go! This year I bought a box of lots and lots of tiny Toblerone bars, some dark, some white and some original. I noticed a 'Oh here's the Toblerone's' from the boys, but no real objections this year when they got their stockings and, as they only had six each (two of each type), there were loads left over.
When I eventually did get to sleep I slept badly and woke this morning with a migraine. It took ages to be able to get up and even then only managed a shower and the taking down of the Christmas decorations and after that, I'm afraid, it was back to bed to feel sorry for myself, read my book (Uncle Petros and Goldbach's Conjecture) and watch Jason and the Argonauts.
I can ill afford a day out to feel unwell so I'm hoping this urge doesn't come about again in the foreseeable future. Mountain Man is also hoping this urge doesn't come around again soon. I'm sure you can understand his reasoning!
Tuesday, 1 January 2013
A wonderful start
In my view, there's nothing better than bringing in the new year with close, lovely friends.
We had such a fab time and it wasn't even marred by the disappearance of Mountain Man, who was called out by the Search and Rescue team to go look for someone who'd been mislaid at Glentress just before half past seven. Off he went and returned over 2 hours later with the person having been found before MM had managed to get there. He had to go home to get his kit before heading off to Glentress and just as he approached he got the stand-down. I'm not sure if he was pleased about this or not, but luckily he got back in good time to take part in several games before the New Year was called in and the fireworks started.
I'm not the hugest fan of fireworks, but seeing them through the window in the warmth of Shirley and Andy's abode, while sipping red wine and having a New Year's kiss made me appreciate them in a new light.
And so 2013 has started. From a southern Scottish perspective it's rather good so far. A startlingly sunny, blue-skied, beautiful day and, although I find myself rather tired from last night's exertions, I'm off out for a walk with my man to take it all in before the rain starts again.
Definitely a good start. I can only hope yours was as good.
We had such a fab time and it wasn't even marred by the disappearance of Mountain Man, who was called out by the Search and Rescue team to go look for someone who'd been mislaid at Glentress just before half past seven. Off he went and returned over 2 hours later with the person having been found before MM had managed to get there. He had to go home to get his kit before heading off to Glentress and just as he approached he got the stand-down. I'm not sure if he was pleased about this or not, but luckily he got back in good time to take part in several games before the New Year was called in and the fireworks started.
I'm not the hugest fan of fireworks, but seeing them through the window in the warmth of Shirley and Andy's abode, while sipping red wine and having a New Year's kiss made me appreciate them in a new light.
And so 2013 has started. From a southern Scottish perspective it's rather good so far. A startlingly sunny, blue-skied, beautiful day and, although I find myself rather tired from last night's exertions, I'm off out for a walk with my man to take it all in before the rain starts again.
Definitely a good start. I can only hope yours was as good.
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