At Death’s Door but the Games Go On…

You may wish to skip this post which talks of

abuse/scapegoating and a life update.

Nothing violent or fatal tho’!

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John said he’ll get her to take me to your house.

I most probably saved my mother’s life two nights ago.

Between six in the evevning till one the next morning I called the emergency services three times. Explaining at length exactly what happened to six people at varying times, saying the same thing over and over many times. No, she never behaved this way when her insulin levels fell because she’s either not injecting or not bothered to eat. I believe she’s having a stroke.

Her face went slack. She talked in a bizarre way. Slow, dead-slow, so low it sounded inhuman. The words non-sensical. Steadied herself on my side-table. Awkwardly moved about the room while saying nothing is wrong, I just have to eat. I followed her out of the room, down the hall and into the kitchen. She was in the kitchen, confused, not sure what to do.

Meanwhile the ambulance is on the way because the minute she took this turn I called to John to phone them. It frightened me, I wasn’t taking any chances.

I knew that a stroke affects one side of the face but her whole face went slack. She drooled from one corner of her mouth. I just thought, forget the one-side-of-the-face droop, she looks like she’s having a stroke.

The first responder – living just a few streets away – was here in just five minutes. I wanted to believe he’ll take care of things, make her feel right again. His manner was friendly and reassuring. He measured her diabetes. It was ten. By this time she’d been fed by John and myself a sliced-cheese sandwich and two marshmallows; but had only managed to digest half a marshmallow and half the sandwich. She appeared in a better state, talking more normally and less confused.

The First Responder was confused: I don’t know if it’s the diabetes (2) or a stroke. Before they left he decided it was the diabetes. Hypoglycaemia = is when the blood glucose level (or sugar) is too low, below 4 nmol/l. (Hers was a 10). It was decided she’d stay home – that’s what she answered she wanted! – instead of being taken to the hospital. Them saying she isn’t alone (as John and I live with her). I wasn’t aware of these numbers until the 1 a.m. Paramedic informed me! He was not happy they got it wrong and wasted seven hours.

The first three responders left about 7 p.m. About an hour after they arrived. The First Responder went home, the other two remained for a while in the ambulance parked outside. John heated up Mum’s shepherd’s pie which she didn’t relish eating. It was like she forgot how to chew, the food just went round and round, then she’d sort of half-swallow. Bits landed on the floor. I’d have to frequently wipe the drool from that same side of her face. Her voice had also reverted to that strange slurring as earlier. Worried, believing she was indeed stroking, I ventured outside on the dark road to see if the ambulance was still there. It was.

They came back in. Did another diabetes check. Called it a hypo. And left fifteen minutes later.

But I’d never seen her like this before when she’d had a hypo. I’d told the responders this over and over.

John and I eventually ate our dinner, watched some of the 1980’s Sherlock Holmes (with Jeremy Brett) and my mother fell asleep in her reclining chair at 10 p.m.

A little after midnight we wanted to go to bed ourselves but I felt extremely uneasy about leaving her. At 1 a.m. She awoke and her confused/slurred speech had worsened. Not only that but ONE side of her face – the same side as the one in which she was drooling had drooped. We phoned for the ambulance again.

I was exhausted from the stress and my fractured spine felt like it was on fire. I could barely move. I could barely talk. I’d kept it together, nice and cool six hours ago but now I was unable to. I was so relieved to have John’s help because I couldn’t have managed otherwise – with NO help from either sibling.

For goodness sake she was telling me to go to bed at 1 a.m.! I said are you aware of your strange speech? Yes, she answered. Are you aware of how confused you are? Yes, I can feel it in my head. STROKE.

I believe she’d had at least TWO STROKES that night. At least two, maybe three because of her face drastically drooping one side. Finally, that last responder KNEW what he was doing. I was staggered. The other, earlier responders were (two) middle-aged men who’d been in the job some while. How can they carelessly forget the significance of the hypo-numbers? 4 is dangerous. Not 10.

Both glyco and stroke symptons are similar. And this they knew. But a hypo is not 10.

The 1 a.m. Responder gave her aspirin which thins the blood as it was clotting and to prevent further clots. Then they took her off in the ambulance. Due to the Covid we weren’t permitted to visit her the next morning. I cried, it was awful. I didn’t know if I was going to see her again. And, I selfishly complained to John – Where are MY happy memories of the times with my mother? (A parent who doesn’t wish to know their adult child any more and spends time with only the Golden One). At the opened door of the ambulance, where I saw her lying on the gurney, I told her I love her and I told her that all her children love her.

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The next morning the ambulance people brought her back. There was only aspirin as medicene. The day after she had an appointment at the hospital and John and I had to cram into my small car. Golden doesn’t drive and my brother is lost to the world. John came along because I can’t manage without him, physically. I’m unable to wheel her round the hospital when I need wheels myself!

I waited in the car two hours and tried to sleep. My spine has been highly inflammed since the incident. They scanned her brain again and gave her some other medicine (I might add its name here later). Finally she’s getting the care she needs.

She thanked the both of us for all the help but I said we only did what we had to.

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The games go on.

John said he’ll get her to take me to your house.

Today, the day after the hospital appointment, on the phone with the Golden Daughter I am only referred to as she and her. I don’t warrant my own name, some kind of twisted rules don’t permit my mother to utter my name. A lab animal comes to mind because they’re designated numbers instead of names. This is simply a process deployed to emotionally distance the scientist from the creature, whose role is solely as an object to be used in tests. Giving that lab animal a name would be detrimental to getting the job done.

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LINKS

Excellent blog on Scapegoating

https://terezashealthblog.com/2019/08/22/the-shadow-archetype-and-the-scapegoat-being-a-child-of-narcissist/

Emotional Abuse, the basics

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/basics/emotional-abuse

My favourite YouTube psychologist

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCz3XHup2bfOHvOznx3TLwqg

Diabetes guide

https://www.diabetes.org.uk/guide-to-diabetes/complications/hypos

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Take good care of You. xo

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Have a Beautiful Weekend

Spring is on the way… 🙂

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Take good care of You. xo

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Birthday Tulips + free e-cards for Mother’s Day / Birthday

Please scroll to the bottom of this post for the free e-cards if you don’t wish to read my update 🙂

I had another birthday – that tends to happen each and every year if you’re still about 😉 – and we once again went to my favourite garden centre which is a family run farm with shops and a cafe that is still closed due to the covid.

John and I – masked and ready – face the sharp cold Norfolk winds. However, like last year on this same day there is glorious sunshine. Holding onto the handle of a trolley already filling with goods, I gratefully angle my face upwards towards the golden warm rays. A little warmer and the day would be perfect. There are far fewer people about compared to last year. I think about what those people might be doing instead.

This cooping-up is indeed unnatural and harmful, both to mental and physical health. (Cooped-up: The abysmal conditions those poor chickens in mainstream farming face comes to mind. I could elaborate on that, and I did begin to, and I read it back and it sounds oh so depressing, but it’s reality – undistorted and happening now. How we generally, collectively turn a blind eye to the various suffering around us. The mass denial. This gets to my core and I have to turn it off to go on).

A bee caught collecting its pollen on a Camilla flower

I cannot recall the last time I left the house for myself – there’s been a couple of trips to the hospital for my mum’s appointments. (The two able-bodied adult-children living next door and a couple of miles away cannot seem to get their own house in order, never mind see to the needs of their elderly mother).

Only now – a couple of days before writing this – am I getting a glimpse out of the shutdown of my protective mind. People have always had to cope with being vulnerable and anxious, this covid one isn’t the only kind of lockdown. This little bit of ‘natural gregariousness’ ebbs and flows, and it’s been a long time since it last happened.

I know that if I didn’t have this debilitating pain and lack of walking mobility it’d be a little easier facing the ongoing onslaught of my family. Though, I simply wouldn’t be living here again. I would be working and living elsewhere where I wouldn’t have to face the constant – unnecessary and soul-destructive – stress of their making. But then saying that, I couldn’t just leave my mid-80s mother solely in the care of my feckless, selfish siblings. I know she wouldn’t fare well and I do love and care for her. Like I still love my (RIP) father who no doubt, looking back had narcissistic traits, making him a difficult man to live with. I was the designated Scapegoat for all the problems of the family.

My dad once told me, in the vein of giving advice – the man was always right! – that nobody treats you better than your own family (of origin). Thank goodness this isn’t always true!

I do not like the person I am now. I cannot seem to maintain the warmth, the personal connections for and to my fellow humans and I worry too much; about myself, about the state of the earth, about others’ suffering. I read it’s typical of an adult-child of a borderline mother, to keep one’s distance from others – unless becoming borderline yourself to enmesh with someone. It is a coping strategy learnt in childhood in order to survive. Along with disconnecting from, ‘forgetting’ your painful memories. My independence before the accident was an essential part of my being, I never relied on anyone. When I lived abroad and had to fend for myself with another language and mentality to contend with, I survived beginning with low-paying jobs and eventually made friends and did work I genuinely enjoyed (teaching/translating/graphics). A few of those friendships were precious and am missed today.

There is an exhaustion, anyway, borne of long term illness. Plainly put: When one is unable to see to their most basic everyday needs, where is the energy for anyone or anything else?

By the way, Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) is treatable but those with it have to want to get better themselves. Those with it have it from childhood because of what they suffered. These people are deeply unhappy, having trouble regulating their emotions, finding it difficult to self-soothe. It can be mild to severe.

They appear vulnerable and childlike, needing your protection since those needs weren’t met in childhood. A main indicator of the condition is splitting, whereby one moment you are God’s gift from heaven and you can do no wrong to the next crazy moment you are treated as the hated enemy. Another indicator are the sudden rages – over nothing. They are very frightening to be on the receiving end of when a small child. Sometimes there are also the spiteful games, the coldness, the unfaithfulness or disloyalty, sometimes choosing one child over the others, dividing up the family. Self-harming, suicide attempts, various addictions, love affairs can be other indicators. At core they’re desperate not to be alone but at the same time push away their loved ones. It makes no sense.

Back to the flowers, beauty and lightheartedness… John had already treated me with some so called ‘rare’ bulbs – PICASSO Calla Lily – I left them on the radiator to keep them warm since that’s how you’re supposed to get them going. But out of sight and out of mind… just hope the dogs haven’t been playing with the new organic ‘balls’.

The PICASSO Calla lilly. I don’t know who the copyright holder is

I’ve lost absurd items to my various dogs before: an entire packet of cigarettes (Sugar the chihuahua), a mouse pincushion (Oscar, that must have hurt you!), thread (Oscar, again in my sewing basket, winding the entire spool of thread around and around the room, encompassing furniture like a giant spider’s web), the brie cheese filling of my sandwich (yes, Oscar again), and a small resin Pegasus statue (Chester loves her toys). Those are just a few of the casualties.

Sugar and me, a graphic I did long ago, about 2007

What else did I get for my birthday? A beautiful pink-red Camilla (my 2nd) which I’ll pot up in a big pot with the new mini daffodils. A spiky gooseberry plant barren of berries. I bought this as my mum is fond of them. A small white-green Hellebore. And some packets of seeds.

I’ve recently discovered Bob Ross, who was around in my childhood – but I don’t remember him if indeed he was on UK tv back then. Such a gentle, talented person. I saw him recently on late night tv, something I rarely watch, while John was tidying the kitchen. The programme is called THE JOY OF PAINTING – what an apt title! – with each episode lasting under 30 minutes. I couldn’t believe he was actually painting a beautiful forested landscape with enormous brushes, the kind used for painting a house! He had such a friendly easy manner, encouraging others that they can paint too. I feel calmness in his televised-painting-presence. And wasn’t surprised when I discovered others are too soothed by him – in fact he seems to be more famous now than he ever was while alive. Especially since the covid people need to find ways of coping within their own four walls – while either isolated from others, or overwhelmed by new demands from family, or with added stresses of domestic abuse or debt due to job losses stemming from the enforced lockdown. Bob Ross says we can create our own worlds on canvas, and there are only ‘happy little accidents’. How sad that he lost his beloved wife to cancer and succumbed to it himself a couple of years later. Unsurprisingly, his legacy lives on, and will no doubt continue to, inspiring many future generations of painters with his joy of life and painting. John and I are currently watching THE JOY OF PAINTING on Amazon Video.

So, as birthday gifts I also have a Bob Ross calendar – I particularly like the log cabin paintings – and a book about him, with more paintings and his unique sayings.

We ate fish and chips for the birthday dinner – haddock was great but the chips were awful, refried and brown, not their usual quality. I didn’t get a birthday cake since the oven is broken and I’m allergic (my immune system is worsening due to the ongoing high inflammation) to the wheat in store-bought cakes. In any case after eating, I fell asleep at 7 as the pain is exhausting. But it was worth it going out. It was an enjoyable day.

Below are *free* flower e-cards for you. I believe in sharing free stuff. There’s a Mother’s Day card and Birthday cards etc. If you know some basic photo editing you can add the recipients name and a personal message. It’s either right-click and view image in another tab or a simple left-click to access the larger version. The cards still belong to me in the sense that another person cannot sell them on – they’re completely free to use!

Mother’s Day in Britain is Sunday 14th March and I found a web page link with the mother’s day dates of different countries, herehttp://projectbritain.com/mothers/index.html

Enjoy my friends! 😀

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2021

Hello dear reader 🙂

I wish you a positive and healthy 2021.

Below, is an update. I tried keeping it brief.

I hadn’t meant to be away for so long. When living with chronic poor health you have to prioritise with far fewer things as energy and ability allow.

I had the assault to sort out, a book to write, dogs to take to-and-fro the vet and I slept a lot. I wasn’t in the right state of mind to blog either.


Talk of the assault follows/you may wish to skip…

I found it incredibly difficult talking about – and dealing with the aftermath of – the assault that happened end of July last year, which resulted in a poor, disappointing outcome. I feel let down by the police and the powers that be since my attacker wasn’t prosecuted nor punished – despite the mental and physical trauma (the thumb of my dominant hand still broken, six months on), the lengthy statement I gave and visits to the doctor and hospital for x-ray scans. The attack was taken too lightly; I was called paranoid when I mentioned the connection between an abusive family member and the attacker who are friends. Next time I will know that I won’t be protected by the law.

It is insane when one has to watch their back from close-blood-family. I continue to keep my physical distance and whenever the aforementioned abusive family member attempts to connect in any manner, she receives the Stone Treatment. Well, I found out it’s officially called that, but all I have in mind is to keep silent watch over her – a kind of emotionally distanced wariness that entails keeping her in check – whenever our paths must cross. There are no normal affectionate words from me. There is no space for relationship-building discussions when one is being continually abused by that person. That person does not have your best interests at heart. They want power over you. They want to use and exploit you for their own sick twisted end. I’m aware of her now and again complaining to our mother that I don’t want a relationship with her. How insane!

End of talk about assault…


And so, in my heightened anxiety and anger, I withdrew inside my writing world. I had a crazy deadline to meet – self-imposed, just to see if it was possible to complete a book of short stories relating to my favourite animal and genre before Halloween.

Outside the cocoon, the yap of the China virus, the reminder to be utmost careful, yet people are still approaching you TOO NEAR, and people are holidaying here like it’s the end of the world.

John and I took my little dog, Twiglet, to the vet. I realised to my horror that both testicles hadn’t descended – just the one – which carries a high risk of cancer. I love my dogs too much and I couldn’t put Twiglet through that. Thank goodness the operation went well. The only drawback is, he’s putting on weight too easily. Poor little dog got immensely hungry after the op and turned into a wider twiglet shape – that was straining the very definition of the word twiglet. The weight is, fortunately, back down now.

Here, a recent photo of Twiglet:

It was at the vet’s, on two occasions that people – other animal parents – got too uncomfortably close. Whenever I have to go out I respectfully try to keep a distance. I haven’t a great immune system, so it’s for myself and them. An elderly lady, seemingly in good health, noticed my hesitation at passing her by at close quarters whilst we admired the flowers at a gardening centre. She said it was alright for me to pass by if I didn’t mind. We’re aware of the infection, and by that I mean we’re all aware: just that some aren’t taking it seriously. It seems it’s fatal for some certain people (80s+, chronically ill, people with obesity, people of colour?) and mild for others. I much prefer to physically distance myself from others than to wear a cotton facemask. I have asthma and it makes it even harder to breathe – thus, in my country, people with asthma are exempt from having to wear one. The facemasks aren’t 100% at keeping the virus at bay. But I do ‘suffer’ wearing one when seeing the doctor, out of respect for him/her.

I think the best anyone can do is to strengthen their immune system (vitamin C – ascorbate acid, 1 level teaspoon; vitamin D in countries where there isn’t much sunlight; zinc; adequate protein – women need to watch out due to losing blood with menstruation; daily walks outside; reducing stress; keeping body weight to normal levels). And minimise physical contact with others. When the vaccines are working we will not have to worry too much.

I took some photos with my new Canon PowerShot:

Usually I did photo-taking with my Kindle Fire but the camera quality worsened since the last time resulting in blurry photographs. I yearn for a DSLR to take macro-photography of insects and flowers, but could only stretch to a Canon PowerShot SX 730 HS. It has a stupendous erection(!) zoom resulting in brilliant photos of the moon (scroll down to see).

We bought some robin food when online shopping for the dogs’ meds for the year. I then realised we hadn’t a place safe enough to offer it up to the small birds (they need Safe Spaces too). So we then got an inexpensive but well-built, wood-built bird table, sent all the way from Poland. I lightly sanded, acrylic painted and varnished it. It hangs in the same tree as the bird house.

The very same morning I hung up the table we had two visiting robins! You cannot imagine how happy that made me.

Below are some more photos from my garden:

Hibernating hydrangea:

Rosehips:

And with an ‘effect’:

The plants are sleeping in the garden, though some are awakening. They look messy. While *others ‘didn’t get the memo’. It’s too cold to garden yet.

*Morning Glory:

A close up:

Here’s a photo of the succulents on the bathroom window sill. Complete with spider-web (I don’t have the heart to evict the spider):

And my bedroom cyclamen. The poor thing has grown into a straggly mess, in search of more daylight:

And a close up:

For those who are wanting to lose weight, I recommend 24-hour fasting. It really works! I’ve been fasting ever since reading Doctor Jason Fung‘s book The Obesity Code: the bestselling guide to unlocking the secrets of weight loss for five months now.

I fasted in my early twenties but was afraid it wasn’t healthy. If fasting is done correctly, it is indeed healthy. I find it much better than severely cutting back calories. I now aim for 1500 calories a day with more protein than carbs.

Here is that beautiful photo of the moon I took:

Christmas was quiet, nice enough. I was grateful for the festive food (I cooked salmon in our airfryer since the conventional gas oven is broken), the gifts, the company of each other, the animals, and a warm house.

I handmade Christmas cards for John’s and my mothers:

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Did I finish my book deadline for Halloween? If I had kept a certain story short, I believe I would have finished all the short stories on time. Instead, this particular short story, DOG BUSH, grew and grew into a novella. So, it’s a compilation of nine short stories and one novella. About 40,000 words so far. DOGGED should be out by this October.

Here are some January 2021 primroses for you:

.Take good care of You. xo

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Professor Dolores Cahill, immunologist + molecular biologist 22.09.20 – How to protect your immune system

Fabulous lady, someone who really knows what they’re talking about regarding the coronavirus. PHD immunology; Degree molecular biology.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/rrIRmHjChccH/

#health #self-care #immune system #corona

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Today’s Beauty: A Dragonfly (photos)

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Sunday night upon entering the kitchen I heard a furious humming of wings and slapping of body against the ceiling fluorescent light tube. I immediately thought of fairies! When I saw it I still thought of fairies. It was really big this poor panicking flying insect.

I could see it was a dragonfly.

I shouldn’t have done what I did next which was to stand on a stepping stool (the ‘kick-along’) to try and capture it inside a clear plastic container. Three times it settled on my outstretched hand as I cooed to it. On the fourth attempt I gently caught it. I brought it through to the front room to look at the dragonfly under the craft light there.

I was amazed by its enormous eyes covering most of its head. I marvelled at the strong aerodynamic body and the metallic wings.

I took a poor quality photo and short film from my kindle. It was all I could do not having better equipment.

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I then took this fascinating little creature outside to deposit it in one of my flower tubs. For a moment it refused the flower and jumped on my hand. I had to gently nudge it onto the flowers. It paused a moment and then flew off into the night sky.

:::::::::::::::: ARE YOU ABLE TO ID THIS DRAGONFLY FOR ME?:::::::::::::::: 

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“Daffodils” by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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Note: I wanted to write up this post earlier in the week but the assault two days later took up most of my time.

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Today’s Beauty: Oscar Dandelion! (photos)

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Photos taken yesterday of beautiful Oscar Dandelion. It’s amazing how much love dogs give. I am grateful for that.

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Hello Ruby – fun computer coding for kids

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I’d like to share with you a 2nd educational site for children. I’m not affiliated with them or the other people from the Parents’ Britannica. If you think this may be of interest to you or someone you know please read on for more information or share.

All the best, Faith xo

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Hello Ruby

Hello Ruby is the world’s most whimsical way to learn about technology, computing and coding. We are all about curiosity, playfulness and logic.

We provide tools for kids, parents and educators to learn to understand programming in a fun and creative way. Our story started off with a book that is now published in over 22 languages, including Japanese, Korean, Dutch and even Finnish.

You can read more – https://www.helloruby.com/about

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Fun + FREE activities – https://www.helloruby.com/play

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Resources for teachers – https://www.helloruby.com/loveletters

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Note: I just want to say, please don’t feel overwhelmed by your child starting to learn computer coding – it is possible!

Long before the internet, somewhere bang in the ’80s I was a nine year old sitting in front of a BBC B computer. My dad was always buying the latest ‘toys’ that took his fancy and us kids – just my sister and me, my brother had no interest – were excited to have this mini amusement arcade at home. We played Bug Blaster, King Kong and other tantalising games.

When I got bored with the games I looked at the manual that came with it and keeping a note-book, learnt some basic coding. I learnt how to create coloured words against the black screen and sci-fi sounds. I remember using the GOTO command repeatedly. I used it in my games where pictures were non-existent and it’d read like some kind of game-novel where you pick the direction the adventurer was going in – and suffer the consequences of bad choices. No, I didn’t go on to become a professional programmer although my older cousin became a professor at computer science – he’d only visit us in order to use the computer for free and it surely helped him. The BBC computer was quite expensive and thus the cheaper competitors, Spectrum and Commodore 64 were more popular.

Eleven years ago I bought myself a computer domain but I knew nothing about website programming. I thought it can’t be that different from learning a language from another country. After all it isn’t Brain surgery! I’d already self-learnt German, a 2nd language, by living and working in Germany, but I’m not talented at learning languages even though I love words and some German words make beautiful sense!

Tasse = cup

Untertasse = under cup / saucer!

And the objects are sort of like people with different sexes –

Die Waschmaschine = the (female) washing machine

Der Trockner = the (male) dryer

I’d picture the above words with a man and woman couple washing up and drying the dishes at the sink after dinner.

I didn’t remember a lot of the definite articles though, I was a workaholic and for a few years also a step-mum so I didn’t have much time. My German friends/colleagues grew bored when I asked about grammatical things, I cannot blame them. The German definite article always changes depending on how the word is used (nominative, accusative, genitive, or dative case) – quite confusing to other people 😮

https://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/german-english

https://grammar.collinsdictionary.com/german-easy-learning/the-cases

I had a German friend who spoke perfect French because her mother was French. She tried helping me with my German since we lived together (with some students in a flat share in a grotty part of Heidelberg). She’d say “that’s female because it’s beautiful!” And we’d laugh.

Anyway, back to the website programming from eleven years ago. I thought I CAN do this! John egged me on – you CAN do this! I don’t know why he had so much faith in me. I looked about on the net and found many free resources from lovely people who had taken the time, interest and financial cost to share what they knew – a big thank you programmers and developers! I copied and pasted and did it all by hand using a free editor – then I’d tidy it up later to make it look pretty. I’m a ‘detail person’.

Of course some strange things happened and there were mini frustrations, but I ploughed on – after all, no longer able to work due to my injury, I couldn’t afford a professional website programmer. You DO learn by your own mistakes, an important aspect of any learning. I wanted so much to put my art, crafts, and stories up. Working away at this became my job and took my mind off my unrelenting pain. And when it was done I was pleased with how it looked and worked.

It is do-able! Whether it’s websites or any other kind of computer programming, it CAN be learnt. And starting from young is the best time.

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Sommnia – by Faith copyright 2005

 

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Parents.Britannica.com *FREE* things!

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Not relevant to me personally – although I was a step-mum many moons ago as well as a children’s nanny – but I thought you parents out there might appreciate the new Parents Britannica. 

Including summer activities, family activities, parenting tips, links to other resources and more. There’s also a free newsletter.

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Hedgerows: Dusk #2

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24th July 2020

It was dusk and I went back to the road with the country hedgerows. They’re flourishing which is good to see. The blackberries are beginning to ripen, the chammomile made an appearance and there were other wild plants growing.

I’m presenting these in time sequence – start-to-finish – with different ‘treatments’. The boys (Oscar Dandelion + Twiglet) insisted on coming along. I had to persuade John.

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Hehe 😀

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“I want my mummy!”

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WANTED! FOR CUDDLES + LOVE

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Part #1

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Copyright Faith McCord 2020

Story and artwork belongs to Faith McCord who is the author and artist holding the copyright. This is not a public domain work. Worldwide rights.

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