A stone is not just a stone.

When family & friends were here on Saturday, little SG -Small Grandson- was here too. He was very happy, pottering about in the garden.

He brought me 4 stones, & told me he had chosen them out of the garden. He asked did I like them? as he placed them on the glass table top.

I told him I liked 3 of them, but one was a piece of concrete, with bits of stone in it, so he threw that one away.

His mother came out, & told him to "get those stones off the table!"

He collected them up, then he said to me,
"I know Nan! I will put them here for you, & when you feel lonely, you can look at them, & think of me."

He carefully placed them in the top of the mop bucket, which was nearby.

Somehow, it blew me away, that he could be such a deep & loving little boy. I hope he never loses his ablility to think this way.


Magic Stones.



Our son was up for the weekend, & he is always interested to see & hear SG. He is his only nephew, & they get along just fine. He sees a lot of himself in SG. When he was a small boy, he thought much like SG.

He feels a little sad, as he feels life has some lessons which won't come easy, for SG & other small children of sensitivity.

As he says, there are big rewards in life for those who conform. For those who don't ~not so much.



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Thankfully, the Evil Fang is gone!!!

The older Dentist studied the Xrays, & couldn't understand why the tooth was so troublesome, but did not doubt the pain. Nor did he see any problem with extraction. He got his Hygienist to give me the needles, & I must say, she did it so well, there was really minimum discomfort. Out came the offending tooth, & today I am a much happier person.


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Apropos of nothing, here is a small succulent flower, I thought it was quite sweet, at close range. A small bright spot in a grey windy day.



Here is my dear little rose, which has managed to survive my neglect.

I had a sweet little yellow one, which is my favourite colour for roses, but alas it has died.

Here is Ixora, another orange splash in the gloom of the day.

There is a lizard who is living in our garden, & s/he is very shy. I have been trying to get a pic for some time. The wily little critter just keeps darting under the chinese jasmine.

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I have my Beloved Brother staying here. He has told me he thinks I am turning into a Grumpy Old Woman.

I told him I am now the 'Portrait'. I used to be Dorian Gray, but now I have become the portrait.

I put all my sweetness on the blog, & all that is left is the ugly painting.

He is most alarmed when I rant at the TV. see Lucy, Tom is not alone, & it is a hard habit to break! In spite of not wanting to, I still do it. I try to avoid the TV for this very reason, but have been forced of late, to see more than I want.

Last night I could be heard ranting about some item passing for 'news.' It had a partially toothless man, whose hair & clothing were in hideous dishevellment, commenting on how we are being ripped off by 'butchers', who are selling under-par meat.

The Television station in question, keep digging this person, (who says he is a 'retired butcher' ) out of his grave, & propping him up, & firing questions at him. They then drag him around the traps purchasing Mutton shanks & other hideous 'meats' & screaming at the hapless 'butchers' about the lying status of the meat they sell.

It all serves no good purpose, as the butchers keep right on lying & selling mutton shanks as lamb. They showed some grey blobs of meat supposedly 'veal'. I have no idea what it acually was, but you wouldnt really want to offer it to any self respecting dog.

The Retired Butcher did not show us the 'real thing' in any of the meats, nor did he offer pointers on how to tell if you were being cheated.

Let him Rest in Peace I say!!

Joe Cocker, Feeling Alright.