tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-273358302024-03-19T05:19:13.812+01:00Ultreya - The Shared Road..."Each friend represents a world within us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." ~ Anais Nin
Vita dolce far niente...Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.comBlogger1703125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-79790700149900359622024-03-15T16:25:00.000+01:002024-03-15T16:25:01.776+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DEAUULQALx5tKeFPenrtkrcWt4OzgVvKYzUA897p_cNBhKM9BF-5I7XMfJn4WpjkJDq_GTMwDTyQgR2iKupZqdMD6DaXaqS4i-XHbUFk-gDVbKf4e3vT0PNtjS09NXz5tmQhY-xcWmV9LBhmjqvMTOIZSN8eOqfiMr8JVZxDIs4AFCKNKkmN/s4000/IMG_20240311_175109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DEAUULQALx5tKeFPenrtkrcWt4OzgVvKYzUA897p_cNBhKM9BF-5I7XMfJn4WpjkJDq_GTMwDTyQgR2iKupZqdMD6DaXaqS4i-XHbUFk-gDVbKf4e3vT0PNtjS09NXz5tmQhY-xcWmV9LBhmjqvMTOIZSN8eOqfiMr8JVZxDIs4AFCKNKkmN/w200-h90/IMG_20240311_175109.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Monday, on the terrace, catching some rays..</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxUfaK5Q2u38JumFe4NHuXkW9M_lMFjNyQknLIVDmSk_dAGwiHIr9LuhZognpAbc6e-Sd-oS6SV6dwjwaCmuiQqOwxL-EM-gY84XtFqIbJq1o2ILi1N2hieTjdqKR0BiwStPoqvMl69xTFu72O9z70pGxDC3HEMuX4bZZfi-CIc0XGyJk6710/s4000/IMG_20240311_174106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxUfaK5Q2u38JumFe4NHuXkW9M_lMFjNyQknLIVDmSk_dAGwiHIr9LuhZognpAbc6e-Sd-oS6SV6dwjwaCmuiQqOwxL-EM-gY84XtFqIbJq1o2ILi1N2hieTjdqKR0BiwStPoqvMl69xTFu72O9z70pGxDC3HEMuX4bZZfi-CIc0XGyJk6710/w200-h90/IMG_20240311_174106.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Had the need for wine.. Not probably, a good thing, but unusual that I had such need so I guess in it's rarity it's okay... <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawKbh0YupnkelZjjhHvZ5qJb_53Ytaenz-ZiTQCAADFE04rMhcV7u3fzniGYjxs6Ht-V7hyphenhyphendCasOLRoPp_Soum4TBdcxOGkFZFr5ps3mGVvqoKUXPxkU3PIpGBubSqhFvz52wEga-OC2IQsAhKidssd0nfz-ZZiWtM7B9O_CF8oGoz0T_SUNW/s4640/IMG_20240311_165130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4640" data-original-width="3488" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawKbh0YupnkelZjjhHvZ5qJb_53Ytaenz-ZiTQCAADFE04rMhcV7u3fzniGYjxs6Ht-V7hyphenhyphendCasOLRoPp_Soum4TBdcxOGkFZFr5ps3mGVvqoKUXPxkU3PIpGBubSqhFvz52wEga-OC2IQsAhKidssd0nfz-ZZiWtM7B9O_CF8oGoz0T_SUNW/w151-h200/IMG_20240311_165130.jpg" width="151" /></a></div><p>Having a few days longer off this week as I catch up with time owed.. So back from town the terrace, music, y una vaso de vino tinto... o dos! </p><p>Worked Tuesday and now off! Free like a bird on the wire..</p><p>Woke way too early this morning, doesn't matter though does it, not really, so the movie that's got me thinking this morning is Hypnotic, with Ben Affleck.. </p><p>Do we see what's real... Do we see what others see?</p><p>How much is illusion and what it real? Really?</p><p>Catch up! Wednesday, coffee at my bar, tattoo, home!</p><p>Thursday, town lots of friends, home..</p><p>Today, Friday, quick trip back to tattooist, down to the coast, met with friends, lunch out.. </p><p>Nice, feeling sometimes like a tourist, or a passing visitor...</p><p>Ate somewhere I've seen forever and never been to..</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYlFnsYopS1VCnU7fvt5P_VmRSOq9wNyL8yGjdp85Uk2Q1YcopWqWAR-vkWbQtn2xXvBlICydvPDFhtIFGL7yTaLx3hpko6JxrRpE6ZcqWEj4l34X6HZ4lRIdEVIinh9Gwi1VB1mufPEplbxn4XXHzEsl1ekq-VWUChqCQoeoBTvu2FTq7jrH/s4000/IMG_20240315_123525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYlFnsYopS1VCnU7fvt5P_VmRSOq9wNyL8yGjdp85Uk2Q1YcopWqWAR-vkWbQtn2xXvBlICydvPDFhtIFGL7yTaLx3hpko6JxrRpE6ZcqWEj4l34X6HZ4lRIdEVIinh9Gwi1VB1mufPEplbxn4XXHzEsl1ekq-VWUChqCQoeoBTvu2FTq7jrH/w200-h90/IMG_20240315_123525.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>Before lunch I walked down to the boardwalk, and on the beach where I scattered Franco I scattered something else..</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCXKew4B3xJdBPnP8LYvoBJg9ObJEUxbrIQdiHpuNCzv-RL7eyQW0-8kn38yKQYdEtVymE_IWZ74y_rTmUdvBSQ7MhscNL0wD9mqe6UecFbe2IqngZTBTPUh-0AItPxG2wMsVzuSrBVYmLS3Oqrzvoto4sX89F0j0AkTSrNTrn0khCG5C1TDp/s3264/IMG_20240315_114352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="3264" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCXKew4B3xJdBPnP8LYvoBJg9ObJEUxbrIQdiHpuNCzv-RL7eyQW0-8kn38yKQYdEtVymE_IWZ74y_rTmUdvBSQ7MhscNL0wD9mqe6UecFbe2IqngZTBTPUh-0AItPxG2wMsVzuSrBVYmLS3Oqrzvoto4sX89F0j0AkTSrNTrn0khCG5C1TDp/w200-h90/IMG_20240315_114352.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div>My collection of stones and pebbles and shells from all over the place! Here, of course, but Italy the US, Crete... </div><div><br /></div><div>A collection spanning forty years..</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoW0gdk3cCsKWZ1Qg9ftqVaYVED1dCU_R90p6BiZvUfWdXNO1zdz_B4iXAcv1HxTzCKowAT2Khhh7bI0dIEO3A4XYrcM9R6J-6KAsnprsLwnVO0zezOxJJGquPuAa2cg1vZlSd1bNSNDvegFXbqVRT_z4XK5sGGhVD-cVYy74q08U2Jvi_lp99/s3264/IMG_20240315_114411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="1472" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoW0gdk3cCsKWZ1Qg9ftqVaYVED1dCU_R90p6BiZvUfWdXNO1zdz_B4iXAcv1HxTzCKowAT2Khhh7bI0dIEO3A4XYrcM9R6J-6KAsnprsLwnVO0zezOxJJGquPuAa2cg1vZlSd1bNSNDvegFXbqVRT_z4XK5sGGhVD-cVYy74q08U2Jvi_lp99/w90-h200/IMG_20240315_114411.jpg" width="90" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I can't keep carrying them around with me... </div><div>There are, were, too many.. So they'd been in a bag in the car, along with sand from Marbs I collected in a jar of eaten olives, purchased in 1989 for 155 pesetas! </div><div><br /></div><div>That too, travelling here, and to Wales, and back again! </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, deposited like a fugitive losing earth from my pockets, from a hole in the bag, along the coastline..</div><div><br /></div><div>No sand at the moment down there...only rocks, and along I walked... </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know if I want them lost there, becoming sand over the centuries or to be picked up by another and taken home for another thirty or forty years..</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglqZyDkb8CVumDY3i0XuQlB2x5x51olEXqqYLp4WeshREvpZuc7BlbrpbWdjvIFRLiDPSFSwq5WI0XLPTXGOBLpDD0oCpin6cDxuav8OgUuTafgOms6EbqooOu1Miv9m_lliO3aEdZoLUkwXunW_VAmvjMy3NgOhQP7ePrJwmLJ3CrnZ7KGMU5/s3264/IMG_20240315_114606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="3264" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglqZyDkb8CVumDY3i0XuQlB2x5x51olEXqqYLp4WeshREvpZuc7BlbrpbWdjvIFRLiDPSFSwq5WI0XLPTXGOBLpDD0oCpin6cDxuav8OgUuTafgOms6EbqooOu1Miv9m_lliO3aEdZoLUkwXunW_VAmvjMy3NgOhQP7ePrJwmLJ3CrnZ7KGMU5/w200-h90/IMG_20240315_114606.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div>After lunch next port of call was La Cala for coffee with a friend..</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Zr4y_6E0DH8Bi_veiXBy2WHf01aUaT_5CrYpl7KqJeoZnemjj6dWz5YigzO1LkJUgsnty7KOSjOgymSCAbz5FjQpnCUmQUTUSIIDOQtyJ0z5RhxwY_ch6Ck7YuFWla-e-P2jieS07Xj9hWUEVQqjrxQ8xlsywCmAFwwkH4qItxc4NbUh7Drd/s4000/IMG_20240315_114908_BURST12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Zr4y_6E0DH8Bi_veiXBy2WHf01aUaT_5CrYpl7KqJeoZnemjj6dWz5YigzO1LkJUgsnty7KOSjOgymSCAbz5FjQpnCUmQUTUSIIDOQtyJ0z5RhxwY_ch6Ck7YuFWla-e-P2jieS07Xj9hWUEVQqjrxQ8xlsywCmAFwwkH4qItxc4NbUh7Drd/w90-h200/IMG_20240315_114908_BURST12.jpg" width="90" /></a></div><p>Now back home in Alhaurín, well nearly, finishing my day with a small caña..</p><p>Then home!</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p></div>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-84298497375126259372024-03-10T13:09:00.001+01:002024-03-10T13:09:55.683+01:00Happy Mom's day in the UK!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0KYk5IX_c1ncUJBBksNZGz5wtQ5Ki7xQOkDJbCKiUOHp4GeHpysh-hH5FOV6ie6W5bUd5ZST9y3rSeG75zjAWcUtEHHtUkalOHemvhKceQX3cc0a0sykflVlrQT4BrVLNBB3Vn-JGWUdWqBPkarvnXvRDXaXo3rn0BUYp-mXB4RJVKLfxn-j/s640/20130605_133458.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0KYk5IX_c1ncUJBBksNZGz5wtQ5Ki7xQOkDJbCKiUOHp4GeHpysh-hH5FOV6ie6W5bUd5ZST9y3rSeG75zjAWcUtEHHtUkalOHemvhKceQX3cc0a0sykflVlrQT4BrVLNBB3Vn-JGWUdWqBPkarvnXvRDXaXo3rn0BUYp-mXB4RJVKLfxn-j/w150-h200/20130605_133458.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><p>This Is Me Now, Jennifer López, just watched this movie, I have to admit I nearly stopped at the beginning, just an unexpected start..</p><p>But soon I got it, and then was completely taken with it .. and it resonated with me and was very emotive.. </p><p>I pretty much cried on and off throughout! </p><p>Maybe touching too many sore points I carry..</p><p>A very good movie... Glad I watched it.. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdibR1wNbS1LIrVKc8AluoBo-7BYAf6Lbx-Nw2y6aEzVmXY6aX5F1HDSrQteeaKXIvGTL-muFOba5mMiXWNR2AdBuIfzngd1HwUEhUJH6srbj-MmdBJ9FoO0Zkccun0S9H9m_xb3IGaNSpFpWjheCN5ELbZ43i0b5Nk8KLCNJzRxyxh7UjLLb/s640/P1030846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdibR1wNbS1LIrVKc8AluoBo-7BYAf6Lbx-Nw2y6aEzVmXY6aX5F1HDSrQteeaKXIvGTL-muFOba5mMiXWNR2AdBuIfzngd1HwUEhUJH6srbj-MmdBJ9FoO0Zkccun0S9H9m_xb3IGaNSpFpWjheCN5ELbZ43i0b5Nk8KLCNJzRxyxh7UjLLb/w200-h150/P1030846.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><p>After a couple of rainy days, although today is cloudy with a chance of sunshine, there a breeze and probably colder in the house than outside, but not having actually exited the house I have no true idea! </p><p>We all have those moments where a word escapes our minds, or will do, believe me!</p><p>But yesterday at work I think I reached an all time high, or low?? Corn flour is fairly obvious, it's <i>corn</i> flour! I seemed to completely forget and asked what it was made from!! What the heck!!</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-4581572641722754362024-03-08T21:15:00.002+01:002024-03-08T21:19:13.589+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu96LoFw3t78k12qg8HbbAzxEsjCDbjLvrFK3hKMApPB6L9i-_EBKyx3LzWEEZs4OEZIj9VS4YoAb5hlRWhi8Z-bYn5222XltBf1B4tJ41cmRnxw9Gevqi-yTXKqZXPeGwIqAC-8qJ-lcuSXiOKJUSoyjKOw5u-gdKT-qAuwsdqwYIIMXCLYej/s4000/IMG_20240307_105131.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu96LoFw3t78k12qg8HbbAzxEsjCDbjLvrFK3hKMApPB6L9i-_EBKyx3LzWEEZs4OEZIj9VS4YoAb5hlRWhi8Z-bYn5222XltBf1B4tJ41cmRnxw9Gevqi-yTXKqZXPeGwIqAC-8qJ-lcuSXiOKJUSoyjKOw5u-gdKT-qAuwsdqwYIIMXCLYej/w90-h200/IMG_20240307_105131.jpg" width="90" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Yesterday drove a friend down to Torremolinos, he loves the full English breakfast down at The Tudor Rose... Unfortunately, they are closed on Thursdays! <div><br /></div><div>So we had some breakfast, local style, and a coffee at this bar on the roundabout with Picasso's dancing ladies... </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Kd81mnE5PxmfD3RV69BUv16p3fWYt25FjQ2ZJyOnc61tbX6QYJLB4jx1lS5TM5RAOkX_waSVU1kIWhffH9-DfuPnEinuGEv78f2s2sz1_73_EoElPZcw_eW_yy8AyLa6RNH7Gf5tQ8HVaYTqq44aRTQS6CyK463n0cW76KPs8zNuArzEnY0H/s4000/IMG_20240307_105031~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Kd81mnE5PxmfD3RV69BUv16p3fWYt25FjQ2ZJyOnc61tbX6QYJLB4jx1lS5TM5RAOkX_waSVU1kIWhffH9-DfuPnEinuGEv78f2s2sz1_73_EoElPZcw_eW_yy8AyLa6RNH7Gf5tQ8HVaYTqq44aRTQS6CyK463n0cW76KPs8zNuArzEnY0H/w200-h90/IMG_20240307_105031~2.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Just now uploading it here, I had to check, but the post of the bar and the tree are lined up so well, they look as one! I couldn't work out how the roundabout barrier was in the way!! Lols!!</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLgUF-re0dWmYSeK_mH-Yg8WArPdWtzb-dXRq1aHihZEBndAED61YAblLbpemKGrcj0ZMDPB6RwHMyVAOZPpUP8oMm1QKFQ0dTyeNktlpBRujhcX9k2BDSOVD7dawcmFF51z0o62B4SUDUgXVZMzjPz5GQH5z5TzqzLc3U5BsQdB2RfY1DNk8/s4000/IMG_20240307_105013~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLgUF-re0dWmYSeK_mH-Yg8WArPdWtzb-dXRq1aHihZEBndAED61YAblLbpemKGrcj0ZMDPB6RwHMyVAOZPpUP8oMm1QKFQ0dTyeNktlpBRujhcX9k2BDSOVD7dawcmFF51z0o62B4SUDUgXVZMzjPz5GQH5z5TzqzLc3U5BsQdB2RfY1DNk8/w90-h200/IMG_20240307_105013~2.jpg" width="90" /></a></div><p>We had a good walk along the paseo on the beach side then crossed back over and had another coffee before returning home to Alhaurín..</p><p>And then later in the day the heavens opened and down came our much needed rain! </p><p>And continued to come down, for most of the rest of the day..</p><p>Later in the afternoon I was back in town, having coffee inside! And watched as the rain and the sun vied for position.. </p><p>This morning there was a few drops, but only now has the rain returned, and supposed to be raining all day tomorrow, so a boat might be needed for work in the morning! </p><p>The other day after I'd Blogged, sat, still outside Bar Monikas, a dog that passes by sometimes when I'm there, came up close, I petted him...</p><p>He cocked his leg towards my seat... And peed! Hilarious! </p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-84415004043642769502024-03-03T11:36:00.003+01:002024-03-03T11:36:41.423+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfb50uygfTca0elcREqUs9zSQY7XxyqrydalW1_S3Df6P49AlGY35bx4m7L6z3xWYKZ9JhHTcz9DZzaTr7YAYzQTwkBS2x4JEupDS7ZgDTg9HZLbCMBNYklmGgYYOhVbfLPnEJBBTSSPXQfJLOGf32HhJvnQWRzC7uAHpmACCJQJZbzc6ZTV4S/s4000/IMG_20240303_111813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfb50uygfTca0elcREqUs9zSQY7XxyqrydalW1_S3Df6P49AlGY35bx4m7L6z3xWYKZ9JhHTcz9DZzaTr7YAYzQTwkBS2x4JEupDS7ZgDTg9HZLbCMBNYklmGgYYOhVbfLPnEJBBTSSPXQfJLOGf32HhJvnQWRzC7uAHpmACCJQJZbzc6ZTV4S/w90-h200/IMG_20240303_111813.jpg" width="90" /></a></div><br /><p>This is great! I'm watching Customer Wars, and at a drive thru the server asks for however much money for the driver to pay the check, it was 16.99 and he came out with information from that year! A war, a declaration and something else! </p><p>Absolutely fantastic! I do this all the time in work! I say a war, or something that happened to me! Leaving school, family birthdays! So me!! Fantastic! </p><p>This series is so alarming and funny! Some unbelievable things customers do to workers! It's incredible! So glad I found it! This is real! Thankfully, although we some <i>stuff </i>nothing as bad as this!! </p><p>Sat at Bar Monikas having colacoa, it's blooming freezing! Outside, not the colacoa, that's hot!</p><p>Just took the photograph above, this next season's beautiful figs begin their growth, surrounded by winter still..</p><p>First went into the bazaar over the road, I was nearly in tears! I've known her since... Since I guess nineteen years .. telling her my plans.. </p><p>Wishing I'd worn my knitted gloves! Or even brought them with me!! </p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-31386098316335163082024-03-02T20:09:00.000+01:002024-03-02T20:09:09.395+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJC5HE3ou9iX9JhrWskhRiSmy4I0KQ3PpjKh-LJrHzZwqBl-It9cuV2g8fiSZtyHekaoJIuDhfMJDftEFhk2DpvfWhqJfOGmG-oy0C_CZ7fwuIZtEwfNpAdQi1WD51GNDYx1b0UjVsecZj0TmRRPyeni-ZnLcuplvUbfUhr-iSf9viG3MX-R-/s3264/IMG_20240229_124330.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="3264" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJC5HE3ou9iX9JhrWskhRiSmy4I0KQ3PpjKh-LJrHzZwqBl-It9cuV2g8fiSZtyHekaoJIuDhfMJDftEFhk2DpvfWhqJfOGmG-oy0C_CZ7fwuIZtEwfNpAdQi1WD51GNDYx1b0UjVsecZj0TmRRPyeni-ZnLcuplvUbfUhr-iSf9viG3MX-R-/w200-h90/IMG_20240229_124330.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>Another February 29th come and gone, my aunt's birthday, I was with her four years ago for her birthday, and COVID appearing at the same time! </p><p>I was with her last year too, but seems like forever ago already!</p><p>Few funny, or not so funny work incidents today.. a not funny was a noise made me turn around to a customer, he had a chihuahua with him, on the floor, no dogs allowed really, floor or not.. but this tiny little dog had been dragged up against the shelf stripping corner! It's so sharp! Poor fur baby! I pointed out no dogs allowed and he picked him up, but the little dog was so afraid of him he was flinching, he lifted him by his harness not his body, I could have cried...</p><p>When tidying I noticed a Fixodent was missing from its box! </p><p>So I guess we know a little about who we're looking for out on the street! </p><p>Second dog incident, a really tall stocky bearded man came to the counter with a <i>really</i> tiny chihuahua tucked in the front of his coat.. I said 'Oh hello there gorgeous, aren't you sweet!' of course the man had a smart remark back to me, as if I'd said it to him! He had a bit of a ZZ Top look about him...</p><p>The little dog was 15! And, as I said, so gorgeous!</p><p>Third incident, also dog related! Man came to the counter, put a packet of dog treats down and as I scanned them, he said "That'll keep the bitch happy!"</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-51551639442415178662024-02-28T19:20:00.002+01:002024-02-28T19:20:45.024+01:00Día de Andalucía <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB6D8J-R7FFvhExtj7-kOqibPgOGgHpEm2v3oIXg4mSpBeWHBW7MMuNDQpFvUp5ry-mG5QLHJQoYsl9vK0yxMOIO9LjiOdsV4VY3UOY0BfizoVd7NSyu0PNoVdSEYFB-fkKKBaAe-Uup4jhu1JtH0qqOf6dpr_Zu3OMom23TGtqb5fjBTOtJ2L/s2592/DSCN0711.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB6D8J-R7FFvhExtj7-kOqibPgOGgHpEm2v3oIXg4mSpBeWHBW7MMuNDQpFvUp5ry-mG5QLHJQoYsl9vK0yxMOIO9LjiOdsV4VY3UOY0BfizoVd7NSyu0PNoVdSEYFB-fkKKBaAe-Uup4jhu1JtH0qqOf6dpr_Zu3OMom23TGtqb5fjBTOtJ2L/w200-h150/DSCN0711.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Felicidades todo mí amigos!<p></p><p>Fotografía is actually from May 4th 2010..</p><p>But today would be very similar, beautiful day.. we had one day of raining, correction, one morning of rain, Monday after I was home.</p><p>I had two visits to the clinico and only got soaked on the first visit, coat was still damp through for my second visit!</p><p>Bit of an issue with my BP before my trip and had to keep a daily record of it even while I was away..</p><p>So my Losartán is doubled! Was worrying about side effects of that, but only thing seems to be my right eye has a twitch!! </p><p>Been a relaxing day today, into town this morning, everything closed, except bars.. and now down on the coast for the evening..</p><p>These are the days of which memories are made...</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-9609473484972140172024-02-27T06:14:00.001+01:002024-02-27T06:14:28.642+01:00<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvzuGhzK_XSHMaDcRyZDEXaJc8fq0s_Xt69ZB1L5acto9Lt2mPmEFXm08BfnTevNT93sFGl-z-05x0Akxbl-EQn2PV5SbytzWrxw_c5Eaktoz3MquL_OF_WakmXQyfLup8ip0JodnETbwinUF9zxLWX2QkXe8WpARncdaSOa46w5fUL_ukH3M/s2048/PaperArtist_2014-12-28_08-48-49.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1517" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvzuGhzK_XSHMaDcRyZDEXaJc8fq0s_Xt69ZB1L5acto9Lt2mPmEFXm08BfnTevNT93sFGl-z-05x0Akxbl-EQn2PV5SbytzWrxw_c5Eaktoz3MquL_OF_WakmXQyfLup8ip0JodnETbwinUF9zxLWX2QkXe8WpARncdaSOa46w5fUL_ukH3M/w148-h200/PaperArtist_2014-12-28_08-48-49.jpg" width="148" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Talking to a good friend yesterday about the future and he said he'll miss me.. I said "You're in my good memories case to take with me where 'er I go..."</p><p>Which is very very true .. </p><p>And that's the same for everything here... </p><p>Lots of amazing memories.. some bad, so many sad...</p><p>But some of the best of my life.. a huge chunk of my life has been here, before I lived here there were fifteen years of visiting, sometimes up to the four times a year.. thirty eight years..</p><p>New page, new chapter lies ahead... </p><p>Because although my 'case' is full of good memories, there is still lots of room inside for more!</p><p>M.</p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-56162029275076078172024-02-22T11:18:00.003+01:002024-02-22T11:18:46.096+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFEsJEEIw3AJfVR3dghF2mvSJb7TbEYp6MgYNYoSps0QBV-G00QLA6tgS7-D8tDW6Jk8NGRdmCHyxgac8bHt_Enj9qIV1MrfFWaW0TJwmBrI6Z3H-tIfxqeueNeu3VParY0cRhUiVtdZnDQJJlB-eivBcn_AEWEBNLJ1E4KVhL5xsGfpNUVJO7/s4000/IMG_20240220_114936.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFEsJEEIw3AJfVR3dghF2mvSJb7TbEYp6MgYNYoSps0QBV-G00QLA6tgS7-D8tDW6Jk8NGRdmCHyxgac8bHt_Enj9qIV1MrfFWaW0TJwmBrI6Z3H-tIfxqeueNeu3VParY0cRhUiVtdZnDQJJlB-eivBcn_AEWEBNLJ1E4KVhL5xsGfpNUVJO7/w90-h200/IMG_20240220_114936.jpg" width="90" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Beautiful day in Nottingham, not so much today, but it's been nice .. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3ELygFBhcb0itt6gfpbS41ErIUEPznVfw8lGwZJBjViDG983-KSHsFbfQmZSyzbOS2xduADV2hyphenhyphen8O2HztQT9ObJsQTZz4vZgNBmWwU43FX51s2urwQ1TCmVqpLm3O-50Z8zuMYEOj9eYRKCY-enw0R3QZzTJnn5W1GbRQItO7mrQKsM2mze-/s1865/IMG_20240220_114652.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1865" data-original-width="1770" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3ELygFBhcb0itt6gfpbS41ErIUEPznVfw8lGwZJBjViDG983-KSHsFbfQmZSyzbOS2xduADV2hyphenhyphen8O2HztQT9ObJsQTZz4vZgNBmWwU43FX51s2urwQ1TCmVqpLm3O-50Z8zuMYEOj9eYRKCY-enw0R3QZzTJnn5W1GbRQItO7mrQKsM2mze-/w190-h200/IMG_20240220_114652.jpg" width="190" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Me and my ducks! </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWsf0L9N58LFkbSmLvoybxDtcXikFugumLbuuIUH38Cn6Bn5J-0h-OaKFVFtiGoBldh9h1JJpX0pPnDk6ker_yyUmJ_Q9btbaJOwCf-S9nAMrRPamfRI0WsRJ2bblvYYYlTp1eHl94emWJJuq_YVeNlnHkMC26SH0SETe2c-sOAi2TXUgnMrd/s4000/IMG_20240220_115203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWsf0L9N58LFkbSmLvoybxDtcXikFugumLbuuIUH38Cn6Bn5J-0h-OaKFVFtiGoBldh9h1JJpX0pPnDk6ker_yyUmJ_Q9btbaJOwCf-S9nAMrRPamfRI0WsRJ2bblvYYYlTp1eHl94emWJJuq_YVeNlnHkMC26SH0SETe2c-sOAi2TXUgnMrd/w200-h90/IMG_20240220_115203.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Did take a photograph of the weir, but although I was focused on the water cascading, the phone focused on the railing!! <br /><p>I was writing to a friend this morning, we were talking about places we haven't been or would like to go to, and it made me think.. </p><p>...and I thought I have a huge list of places I want to go... and the older I get the longer the list.</p><p>Which I thought maybe was weird, but I wonder if it's because it's just human to think that, to want to do that, because the older we get the more we think about the ticking clock.. or our end of Days.. </p><p>And feelings of wanting to catch up with time, or lost time? </p><p>I don't know... </p><p>M.</p><p>Stop shrinking yourself to fit places you've outgrown.</p><p>Unknown</p><p><br /></p><p> </p></div>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-20677363556257360802024-02-18T13:04:00.001+01:002024-02-18T13:04:27.235+01:00Landed!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNnIzAhttPaQwMb96BCYNlAn7vTx9x2wAJXkYM02NOnRLEXa7pMPumTzeoVzg1HJbmPruYWl4NrwZMbSSssmj8f3BtcH66wDtdWk6F6SH_pkNygM26YLjw-zFfYSqf5xEKcFnBhv3KjZ77A_mgGrjKcnYm6II52Kp9sMmSPpCgliWKqmKa5sRO/s4000/IMG_20240217_140224.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNnIzAhttPaQwMb96BCYNlAn7vTx9x2wAJXkYM02NOnRLEXa7pMPumTzeoVzg1HJbmPruYWl4NrwZMbSSssmj8f3BtcH66wDtdWk6F6SH_pkNygM26YLjw-zFfYSqf5xEKcFnBhv3KjZ77A_mgGrjKcnYm6II52Kp9sMmSPpCgliWKqmKa5sRO/w90-h200/IMG_20240217_140224.jpg" width="90" /></a></div><p>Left Alhaurín yesterday, above waiting for my ride, I could hear a man speaking through a tannoy, and a crowd responding??</p><p>Was very strange! Don't know where he was, they were... </p><p>As is the fact that my phone didn't recognize the word <a href="https://www.tannoy.com/" target="_blank">Tannoy</a>, so googling found it is the name of a company who first built public address systems back in 1920! So thought I would link! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZrCz_Zv-TI1MZh5pkmYv4kt4-x0lFeMv1OinUDI4jKaLXKQ1vu4NpGCAzaiN1-RrEgdUxetP34pBNejXZOg2EvrzpdyLtGIhOvkEAzZabe-P_SjMUk7Bc7rYhniIUL2VkQ2K7YkQMlRWUfcWG8zWgLa0ks8y2-qcH_sNLCXi8BcsehTq9CG5/s4000/IMG_20240217_182133.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZrCz_Zv-TI1MZh5pkmYv4kt4-x0lFeMv1OinUDI4jKaLXKQ1vu4NpGCAzaiN1-RrEgdUxetP34pBNejXZOg2EvrzpdyLtGIhOvkEAzZabe-P_SjMUk7Bc7rYhniIUL2VkQ2K7YkQMlRWUfcWG8zWgLa0ks8y2-qcH_sNLCXi8BcsehTq9CG5/w200-h90/IMG_20240217_182133.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>Boarded a bit late, hanging around on the down ramp not quite in the building at Malaga Airport, a piece of luggage fell off the transporter.. someone came along and picked it up, looked a bit unsure as to where it was headed.. lost luggage no doubt! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gdRFEgqWbGJsbRwJiG1XoPtnfTW3TSxN7Mlh7YFckDyfsT58b7QTkIOJlsFDGpCMlmSrKg3mtiBxsjncEPtNbGmwS7DVYYVCABJtIFXY_2N9MpR_w23lHU9P5JCnzpypbsE6vfw6O1t1QzRMmT8oxyAk_X1DzuWqT_9-3jFQxXubRw0eTsMc/s4000/IMG_20240217_190013.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gdRFEgqWbGJsbRwJiG1XoPtnfTW3TSxN7Mlh7YFckDyfsT58b7QTkIOJlsFDGpCMlmSrKg3mtiBxsjncEPtNbGmwS7DVYYVCABJtIFXY_2N9MpR_w23lHU9P5JCnzpypbsE6vfw6O1t1QzRMmT8oxyAk_X1DzuWqT_9-3jFQxXubRw0eTsMc/w200-h90/IMG_20240217_190013.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />The bus took us to the aircraft, first time used a bus for years! It was parked right down in the top left-hand corner, by a road, some offices and near the San Miguel factory! I was in A so able to watch the cars and people.. very strange!! <div><br /></div><div>We were sat on the plane for age's it felt, left about 18:15 instead of 17:45, so really not as long as it felt... But we did land late then, I needed cash, I thought for a cab, couldn't find an ATM in the baggage collection area.. then the machine in arrivals didn't work!! <p></p></div><div>But luckily the taxi office there only took card payments.. </div><div><br /></div><div>Was raining too when we disembarked, and for the journey to son's..</div><div><br /></div><div>But, this morning, dry and the sun is around, albeit intermittent, we walked to the local big store and it's not cold at all ...</div><div><br /></div><div>Laughed at the prices, the bag of groceries we bought cost under 40 pounds, it would have been nearer a hundred euros at home!</div><div><br /></div><div>Was the other way about twenty years ago!</div><div><br /></div><div>Randomness done for now amigos!</div><div><br /></div><div>M.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-49197227070440230722024-02-17T11:27:00.003+01:002024-02-17T11:27:51.319+01:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCeMedMtTkrnjjyJHEoEQrNGPvz1J5584xyIzbTGIolfQOTn9mGfYq_fu2hYczMcNk7Nj2aa8otTrSq5eF5-l-NldHLEIPib4JDVMjl2uWPZNz2Vqs28UbBoOq0JX6mGTbH57UzRuUumYaK-y_LZqnFOkPHyVz-iZaYgAknkTxZPHYJtFqUKE/s4000/IMG_20240216_081817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCeMedMtTkrnjjyJHEoEQrNGPvz1J5584xyIzbTGIolfQOTn9mGfYq_fu2hYczMcNk7Nj2aa8otTrSq5eF5-l-NldHLEIPib4JDVMjl2uWPZNz2Vqs28UbBoOq0JX6mGTbH57UzRuUumYaK-y_LZqnFOkPHyVz-iZaYgAknkTxZPHYJtFqUKE/w200-h90/IMG_20240216_081817.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>Remnant of an aircrafts journey across the skies yesterday morning...</p><p>Beautiful day today, cool though, had early coffee with friend down at Bar Cruz then back up home and sorted things out, packed! Tidied, ready to go!</p><p>Had a Colacao with another friend up the top here, still chilly!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkp3FnE-Sfq6Tjf8P9bIohLQ6hGMOsk_5nZEZzYELkTgEpwkqrD6U_rjFbEnIlEMpTHQa-pKTapGozuAkNs-3rHZiYcttOuc2P7xZqUWeT9foaTsQaZk8SvknBjTO0zyx8c10o_GtrCtI_Y8MQURjHYZV8KN5r4eOpum_D5OjZE0THKI3AxcLp/s4000/IMG_20240214_134849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkp3FnE-Sfq6Tjf8P9bIohLQ6hGMOsk_5nZEZzYELkTgEpwkqrD6U_rjFbEnIlEMpTHQa-pKTapGozuAkNs-3rHZiYcttOuc2P7xZqUWeT9foaTsQaZk8SvknBjTO0zyx8c10o_GtrCtI_Y8MQURjHYZV8KN5r4eOpum_D5OjZE0THKI3AxcLp/w90-h200/IMG_20240214_134849.jpg" width="90" /></a></div><p>Valentines day my string looked like this in work, and I didn't do it... It just was... </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAahBwmBwH-DekYh7Ya10XxIKNBQ7qVb0GYiBqdPsliUUAmVepRjgJzFNG4dF91xpM7cf_xA8C4PHEmqRBd3bvu7w6x6JA1intdCQpPJc-xt6Jv8Oyf7QU4BOHZwmWH4TtijrlrZLasa5wS40guhvwmHDHZDYZoK0hNdA0mFK7P0PT0hE2mrJw/s4000/IMG_20240213_120803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAahBwmBwH-DekYh7Ya10XxIKNBQ7qVb0GYiBqdPsliUUAmVepRjgJzFNG4dF91xpM7cf_xA8C4PHEmqRBd3bvu7w6x6JA1intdCQpPJc-xt6Jv8Oyf7QU4BOHZwmWH4TtijrlrZLasa5wS40guhvwmHDHZDYZoK0hNdA0mFK7P0PT0hE2mrJw/w200-h90/IMG_20240213_120803.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>How high you fly is derived from how big you think.</p><p>Robin Sharma - writer</p><p>For today that will be averaging about 35,000 feet!</p><p></p><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="" style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; max-width: 100%; min-width: 100%; width: 650px; zoom: 1;"><tbody style="box-sizing: border-box; display: table !important; max-width: 100%; width: 393.087px;"><tr style="box-sizing: border-box;"></tr><tr style="box-sizing: border-box;"></tr></tbody></table>M.<div><br /><br /><p> </p></div>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-46906227808587161862024-02-14T20:44:00.000+01:002024-02-14T20:44:41.526+01:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSF-TxDGozzU8DBn1j73k7zqaRYrxuMrRnQ5iCTULm0QentOTUX5qDWdjFoFt2vvL2Ei6HwceLqhHNmZCks6HPHLF6lMMEm7lBJaI891GvrFSRpftuVAfNa9gJYNmXAvKf2Sx3UCdRe39WvFOBrKCZImgYTVq3WKVhcQ5IjWuXM4BVJ5UZEz5q/s4000/IMG_20240213_120746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSF-TxDGozzU8DBn1j73k7zqaRYrxuMrRnQ5iCTULm0QentOTUX5qDWdjFoFt2vvL2Ei6HwceLqhHNmZCks6HPHLF6lMMEm7lBJaI891GvrFSRpftuVAfNa9gJYNmXAvKf2Sx3UCdRe39WvFOBrKCZImgYTVq3WKVhcQ5IjWuXM4BVJ5UZEz5q/w200-h90/IMG_20240213_120746.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>Bit confusion on days of the week this week, don't know why, I worked Monday, but it felt like a Friday! Set me off not knowing what day it is! </p><p>Yesterday went to Casa las Flores .. always beautiful there .. met up with friends, had a coffee, then a wander around...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrkXGykOeqb_uD9jFUUlFWMINmAKrrlCs3TS8VGOAIH0BBwn1mvge6MK5DEhtCiDK5QeY3xilhnmSjBz6VKjYGvMwMOuTx23CbZ0p5Rs3PiYoYdmiF8kB5nKTRYo1x6VNFWUePinCmAAHO8NQ3Cc8kqYoe7KlzPX5kvAKMu1YrFNVtw1Ts3Bm/s3264/IMG_20240213_120918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="3264" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrkXGykOeqb_uD9jFUUlFWMINmAKrrlCs3TS8VGOAIH0BBwn1mvge6MK5DEhtCiDK5QeY3xilhnmSjBz6VKjYGvMwMOuTx23CbZ0p5Rs3PiYoYdmiF8kB5nKTRYo1x6VNFWUePinCmAAHO8NQ3Cc8kqYoe7KlzPX5kvAKMu1YrFNVtw1Ts3Bm/w200-h90/IMG_20240213_120918.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />Today a delivery came and I am trying Slippery Elm! For the chronic gastritis... Says it works quickly, but it's only two capsules once a day..<p></p><p>I am going to get the powered version, apparently it coats the stomach protectively, that would be amazing.. just calming that down.. </p><p>So extremely tired, think I'll be watching tv early tonight in bed...</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-77996081461629899132024-02-14T20:31:00.001+01:002024-02-14T20:31:26.339+01:00<p>Below written by Peter Forster</p><p>Daily missive for Monday the 12th of February.</p><p>I worry</p><p>I will lose her</p><p>In the ‘putting away’</p><p>The packing and moving</p><p>From one place to another.</p><p>The pairing down</p><p>As expectations change</p><p>As other people move on</p><p>Lost lovers cling to bric-a-brac</p><p>As if it is a liferaft. </p><p>Holding on</p><p>Gets harder</p><p>As links break.</p><p>Mementoes look forlorn</p><p>As surroundings change.</p><p>Picture frames</p><p>Weather with age</p><p>Photographs fade</p><p>Those precious clothes</p><p>Folded neatly</p><p>In a bottom drawer</p><p>Too evocative of her</p><p>To let go</p><p>Too painful to look at.</p><p>Worried about mould </p><p>Mildew</p><p>The betrayal</p><p>Of throwing away. </p><p>The pain of loss</p><p>Is unrelenting</p><p>The gravitas of a life</p><p>Taken for granted.</p><p>The gravity </p><p>Of every situation</p><p>Demanding its toll</p><p>In a remorseless shedding</p><p>Of the past</p><p>One piece at a time.</p><p>A life dismantled</p><p>A reminder of mortality</p><p>The coming of darkness </p><p>The fear of pain</p><p>The loathing of religion</p><p>Its senseless, merciless</p><p>Boyhood grip.</p><p>When even yet</p><p>The lost child within</p><p>Cries out </p><p>In the hope</p><p>That we will meet again.</p><p> ****</p><p>I wrote in Peter's comments..</p><p>'Peter, you say just the right words at the right time, I am 'trying' to let go of things, that have a far greater hold on me than I care to acknowledge.. my kids said 'take photos, throw it all away' </p><p>But it's like I am throwing away a part of myself...'</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-22758561564528769342024-02-11T17:38:00.001+01:002024-02-11T17:38:16.059+01:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHyEebVJKM-kNyQBSpbXmbxg9ZyqGOFTofzzOXcfwzCNfpAKPgHQiaDGL9jFMFcKeb8frZQbk-FtTQOxZ0ilSlREBnkjzcAvUADLTySGB99e6w_x4LD0T9XFMCGNoszQaLUgQakMar3i5fZmCVet3VhgJ8kCmSYdocoW_KwNxVsYrj6z_TrXs6/s4000/IMG_20240207_134928~2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHyEebVJKM-kNyQBSpbXmbxg9ZyqGOFTofzzOXcfwzCNfpAKPgHQiaDGL9jFMFcKeb8frZQbk-FtTQOxZ0ilSlREBnkjzcAvUADLTySGB99e6w_x4LD0T9XFMCGNoszQaLUgQakMar3i5fZmCVet3VhgJ8kCmSYdocoW_KwNxVsYrj6z_TrXs6/w200-h90/IMG_20240207_134928~2.jpg" title="Around the corner" width="200" /></a></div><p>Spent the last couple of days getting through memorabilia..</p><p>So many things, going back to my childhood, cards from everyone, letters and keepsakes..</p><p>Way too much, way way too much! </p><p>Yesterday was my third day of knowing about these things they found..</p><p>I'm sure I've gone weeks without eating biscuits, maybe days, without something sweet..</p><p>But maybe I have, had, been overdoing it since working in the store, always a cake, always a packet or two of something sweet to hand..</p> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAr-RZw93w1KyOim9CHk7RzW4yR9ZAGcZECsQIufjVZ5sDk1dc0R7_O7za6ey7mIalIVKp6umWIFSsv7Qyi2EyvEdbhB1_PnGZ1hrONaR6zLpY_G8NJh91QSq6qUFaPFzqNEUGuqxX7Un8W-R-3GCYsD-98lSv8ZSP-RSCRHDxkp3dV8ZcDmbd/s4000/IMG_20240208_080842~2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAr-RZw93w1KyOim9CHk7RzW4yR9ZAGcZECsQIufjVZ5sDk1dc0R7_O7za6ey7mIalIVKp6umWIFSsv7Qyi2EyvEdbhB1_PnGZ1hrONaR6zLpY_G8NJh91QSq6qUFaPFzqNEUGuqxX7Un8W-R-3GCYsD-98lSv8ZSP-RSCRHDxkp3dV8ZcDmbd/w200-h90/IMG_20240208_080842~2.jpg" title="Down near La Cala" width="200" /></a></div><p>So I had a headache yesterday.. did I write this already? I am guessing a low blood sugar thing, extreme tiredness and headache.. so I thought I'd risk a biscuit, I had three shortbread biscuits, soooo good..</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCu5sjuHRULZ6lfjmu4kexmsbhomOVngnue2FcNsGYaYZhttvfpMyE5bjRtkQeC9MilWY75M3u3QXNckOCNXIhjpJ-629I0phJZzTLoWXB9iMIpLMg5mO69x54Hk6nXpk9gU6MfeHmV7S4_uXcW_AxlvxuYOybx2YywVi7E5wOOGxdfuAOukz/s4000/IMG_20240207_134702~2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCu5sjuHRULZ6lfjmu4kexmsbhomOVngnue2FcNsGYaYZhttvfpMyE5bjRtkQeC9MilWY75M3u3QXNckOCNXIhjpJ-629I0phJZzTLoWXB9iMIpLMg5mO69x54Hk6nXpk9gU6MfeHmV7S4_uXcW_AxlvxuYOybx2YywVi7E5wOOGxdfuAOukz/w90-h200/IMG_20240207_134702~2.jpg" title="Around the corner" width="90" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>And boy did I suffer because of it later, in the middle of the night! The pain woke me up, trouble is now I have to work out whether it's gastric or diverticular.. </p><p>Gastritis is no fats and sugars and I guess, with all honesty the biscuits were high in both!</p><p>The headache did go eventually, but much later..</p><p>I bought some savory biscuits yesterday, probably will have same effect..</p><p>Don't know really what I should or shouldn't do, they conflict, so much more to avoid with the Gastritis.. time I guess.. in the night I took a pain killer the doctor gave me, but found this morning its not actually a pain med at all!</p><p>Was expecting rain again today, but although cloudy and cool.. no sign at yet! </p><p>Waiting till morning? And driving down the mountain road.. no doubt!! </p><p>M.</p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-960489037772480972024-02-09T11:48:00.006+01:002024-02-09T18:53:53.532+01:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB1j7HlUQaYbJWa8uhwWj6n-tVnaFjFeXEeMavUfqHoctQC6xz_uVVpIsyrOltS_oQaZ1nDyuaKe_Hzr-kyBSoyVf1NrEOV5Nev1i4ZIbUfY2GWmxn64SEZ1d8k063Oxwcoaph6GRX6csK0zbh4jcDyQTvqcAMutex38cIoRdix3pLBJ1rDxK-/s4000/IMG_20240209_113947.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB1j7HlUQaYbJWa8uhwWj6n-tVnaFjFeXEeMavUfqHoctQC6xz_uVVpIsyrOltS_oQaZ1nDyuaKe_Hzr-kyBSoyVf1NrEOV5Nev1i4ZIbUfY2GWmxn64SEZ1d8k063Oxwcoaph6GRX6csK0zbh4jcDyQTvqcAMutex38cIoRdix3pLBJ1rDxK-/w90-h200/IMG_20240209_113947.jpg" width="90" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Well! Going through my memorabilia, yet again! This card, means more this time around.. Given on my 30th birthday at work.. Key paint Euro colour, in Hemel Hempstead.. Is it still there? </p><p>This year it's 35 years since they, my wonderful amazing work family gave me it..</p><p>Inside? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBgVCr-utYm-fRPCVFcYAdifGxxkm_ibsOjDtt7NrMmrlTarH-iH8awt_R9wPoxz7fNH61Eam5PeMB8H2klNA3QIvYfrkPw0_4PXWivvWUocG2wQJmuIG0gY3QP94_rAit7QRsJAZpJudS-0Yfr4h2tsJe7JbsTQBA3Ui2x_bL1jlzkn8Lj0U/s4000/IMG_20240209_114024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBgVCr-utYm-fRPCVFcYAdifGxxkm_ibsOjDtt7NrMmrlTarH-iH8awt_R9wPoxz7fNH61Eam5PeMB8H2klNA3QIvYfrkPw0_4PXWivvWUocG2wQJmuIG0gY3QP94_rAit7QRsJAZpJudS-0Yfr4h2tsJe7JbsTQBA3Ui2x_bL1jlzkn8Lj0U/w200-h90/IMG_20240209_114024.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>Well, nearly eh!</p><p>But point being, where in hell did these thirty five years go? </p><p>Who knew I'd be here? </p><p>My baby boys now grown, older than me, and with babies of their own... </p><p>Phew! </p><p>Love and hate going through these things..</p><p>This time I have to be real harsh with myself, and throw more out, take photographs of stuff I must leave behind..</p><p>It's the perfect day, been raining since ten last night, windy and damp outside..</p><p>Wood burner going in here, music playing and memories filling me up..</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-59394337815753875242024-02-08T08:13:00.003+01:002024-02-08T08:17:17.550+01:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDonCr9F2kPhiW-bYL5_GZhp-XxO5JDqQK_DOLeXFckTjgC8gC9csHInW3T5ML3XmV_ORAABe7RUf4xVF4SW-n-e_8TfUPx6DM6O0diqQwV7v0XOFwgExNu0sITm6MjGndTFqeFguizSDRkK1ZxFdLA-J8SaRDbuE7dN5dyEG8sdSZdIJ3EVWk/s1090/Screenshot_2024-02-08-07-04-40-623_com.weather.Weather.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1090" data-original-width="1080" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDonCr9F2kPhiW-bYL5_GZhp-XxO5JDqQK_DOLeXFckTjgC8gC9csHInW3T5ML3XmV_ORAABe7RUf4xVF4SW-n-e_8TfUPx6DM6O0diqQwV7v0XOFwgExNu0sITm6MjGndTFqeFguizSDRkK1ZxFdLA-J8SaRDbuE7dN5dyEG8sdSZdIJ3EVWk/w198-h200/Screenshot_2024-02-08-07-04-40-623_com.weather.Weather.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><br />Well here it comes! And about time! <p></p><p>Firstly better get serious, I am definitely, well as much as anyone else, here and not going anywhere with regards to my hospital results! </p><p>On the other hand I do have chronic gastritis in my tum, and colon diverticulosis.. so two separate things, at the same time!! </p><p>There are many things to stop eating with regards to both issues... But my biggest issue is that I don't actually eat most of those things..</p><p>I will have to stop the biscuits (high in fat), anything with nuts and butter.. </p><p>Sort of coincides with working where I do now!! Funny eh!! </p><p>I have six months of antibiotic type medication to take, one seven day period at a time, each month, a morning tablet, and some pain meds, follow up appointment in eight months time.</p><p>But really now it's down to me, and how much will power I have, not a lot usually, but have to try, because this option doesn't work for me, at all! Feeling sick every day, chronic stomach pain, and worrying.. That at least has now gone... Because I really was worrying.</p><p>And the weather, at last looks like some rain is coming and it's coming across perfectly to fill a little more than the other week, our reservoirs.. tomorrow will be a batten down the hatches kinda day if they've got it right, or it'll be a business as usual if they haven't!</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-61724376602241729802024-02-07T10:03:00.003+01:002024-02-07T10:07:14.729+01:00<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYL2uypWD_hBf_zVFiB_wqM1RpAGR9XATAw6cpUhD5vH8GWvoDQh_pBY8OV5uE8HnVjYO8C1Ce6985oORJ5iUyQCRndbXDRb_-a1QUAjb3zPbfi8b8AMgeqUud7T6rqMO2cKRuFT-Ij05BEFgFGnCG6i6QP1h_tM63YzP55XYju0Jww1_WNbRc/s4000/P1030154.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYL2uypWD_hBf_zVFiB_wqM1RpAGR9XATAw6cpUhD5vH8GWvoDQh_pBY8OV5uE8HnVjYO8C1Ce6985oORJ5iUyQCRndbXDRb_-a1QUAjb3zPbfi8b8AMgeqUud7T6rqMO2cKRuFT-Ij05BEFgFGnCG6i6QP1h_tM63YzP55XYju0Jww1_WNbRc/w200-h150/P1030154.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />Sitting in the hospital waiting area for my 10am appointment for my biopsy results! <p></p><p>Waited for ages and now wish I wasn't here! Hot wearing a mask again too.. but we have to here, again now. </p><p>In the house I suddenly noticed it was 9:10!! And then panicked to get here .. think I need the heart department not digestive! My hearts banging away far too quickly! </p><p>So yesterday! On our way to work, ready to exit the carretera at Calahonda a truck in front of us suddenly had to break hard, a white car in the outside lane just cut him off to exit! You can see how near to the exit we were, because I was already indicating! Can't believe the trucks quick responses, that would have been an accident we would have had no way of escaping without hitting something, the truck the barriers? So close..</p><p>Followed by a normal day, customers throwing money down on the counter and waving credit cards in the air like they are swatting flies..</p><p>But lots of fun and laughter too, I'm sure most of our customers think we're a little crazy, and the rest? They don't even see us, evident in the lack of communication, and blank looks.. many mute until they leave and mumble a word or two, bye or thank you, and we realize they're English!</p><p>And the drive home, car in front until La Cala, woman talking to her passenger head turned 90 degrees to the right, and turning the steering wheel to the right also while doing so! Common trait/error .. then she swerved into the outside lane when she saw the police on an adjoining road and nearly crashed into the car already there!</p><p>Was bliss to leave the carretera and join the mountain road, light now for the drive home, sun setting on my left, and last night cigar clouds.. submarine clouds and they made me smile again..</p><p>Always some bliss waiting for us.</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-43249147301381626832024-02-04T17:56:00.001+01:002024-02-04T17:59:17.070+01:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMvQFSMbz3vMSnMhpqPNhTBoRW56d0-SxJ_Vzo55I4rPddlOOyiGPprmE-mlY04CPDPMPfcrnuAm5LWHAciRKUr_L_KCWCs-znjDz-ZzZfGDpptbtYmUQS7vPVlWJEyAndNJ5Jnvj5zxDIsUHvjD-WXBOuj-ZlpdZi4LjJkZImydXX8jjpQPK/s4000/IMG_20240126_074624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMvQFSMbz3vMSnMhpqPNhTBoRW56d0-SxJ_Vzo55I4rPddlOOyiGPprmE-mlY04CPDPMPfcrnuAm5LWHAciRKUr_L_KCWCs-znjDz-ZzZfGDpptbtYmUQS7vPVlWJEyAndNJ5Jnvj5zxDIsUHvjD-WXBOuj-ZlpdZi4LjJkZImydXX8jjpQPK/w200-h90/IMG_20240126_074624.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />Don't live the same year 75 times and call it a life.<p></p><p>~Robin Sharma</p><p>We do so often just press repeat, a lot we have little or no choice over.. Jobs, living situations, so many parts of our lives are impossible to change at will.. or ever.</p><p>Jobs can't be picked up and dropped when we've had enough, and homes can't he changed with a click of our fingers.</p><p>But we do still have chances though each and every day to make a small change, or enjoy a part of more, or see it differently and maybe things aren't so bad as we thought...</p><p>How we view things is up to us, we can make the change.</p><p>Open our eyes and really see, we miss some beautiful things; I remember so many times seeing things I'd passed all my life in Berkhamsted, suddenly seeing something, like there! look at that! an ancient door, been there for over a hundred years! A gargoyle peering from atop an old house, a beautiful old tree.. So many things..</p><p>I think, I hope, I've had my eyes open here for the past 22 years.. and from visiting back to '88... </p><p>I hope my eyes have been wide, wide open!</p><p>Every moment can be the perfect moment we wish for, because every moment is the only moment we have.</p><p>We all know this, how short life can be, how fragile, this is it folks, this is the only moment you and I have, right now! </p><p>If only we could remember that!</p><p>Don't live the same year 75 times and call it a life.</p><p>~Robin Sharma</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-51345600437797105032024-02-04T10:07:00.000+01:002024-02-04T10:07:03.025+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoEZMWz0kyh1LKsiDTWNBS_V5zdU3rn1ZKdxgNB88aJmdNOu1x1VcL9ccsqAJo9JNddEXe6QkjcHhvi9cNsU8PrIvm7-GmeHtQAbODx3WC1uIul9AbpDGPwM1mtPtnTK9vSld_NJLCzyQx3rHLAhoHsFHTsJlcDNHHbcQ-isbSPgc0O3OG8Pb/s2592/DSCN0883.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoEZMWz0kyh1LKsiDTWNBS_V5zdU3rn1ZKdxgNB88aJmdNOu1x1VcL9ccsqAJo9JNddEXe6QkjcHhvi9cNsU8PrIvm7-GmeHtQAbODx3WC1uIul9AbpDGPwM1mtPtnTK9vSld_NJLCzyQx3rHLAhoHsFHTsJlcDNHHbcQ-isbSPgc0O3OG8Pb/w200-h150/DSCN0883.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><p>I am going to post a whole piece by another writer...</p><p>Including name and details ..</p><p>Because right now, I need to..</p><p><br /></p><p>When you grow up, all you ever do is leave. You leave people, situations, and places. You often wonder where home is because you always feel like a fish out of water wherever you go. You make a home for yourself in the city. You decorate it with plants, posters of a treasured rock band, and furniture that you got from the flea market. Sometimes, it gets awfully quiet; other times, it's filled with the voices of your new favourite people. When it gets too silent, you call your Mother 1200 miles away and ask her about her day. You like to listen to her sometimes, but when she asks about yours, you gabble and say you're okay and then bid goodbye. You don't want to trouble her with your issues. It never completely feels like home because you are always missing something—your school friends, the old town roads, your Grandma's pickles, your cousins, evening drives, the smell of your room, and your family.</p><p>And when you return to your hometown, you miss the comfort of living in your own place, Sunday brunches, your new friends, going on random trips, meeting strangers, and the view from your balcony. The silence that used to bother you in your new home is something that you crave when you return. You realise that this will never be over, the way that you are feeling. Maybe, you will get used to it when you get older. But right now, you are in your 20s, and life is already hard. And no matter how much you want to feel at home, you often end up missing things you're far away from.</p><p>You think that maybe the romantics are right. Maybe, you will find home in some other person, a better half. But the truth is that you will find a piece of you in every place you have ever been, in every person you have ever loved. You paint your nails the way that senior in your school did when you were 12 years old. And there's an album in the corner of your room that your first kiss suggested for you to listen to, and that's how you discovered your favourite rock band. You find your habits lingering in the way your brother arranges his books—separating hardcovers from paperbacks and organising them by colour. Nobody does that, you think.</p><p>You realise that blueberry yogurt on toast and little flowers of butter and orange jam isn't your recipe; it's the way your Mother used to make toast for you when you were five. You notice that your best friend still plays your road trip playlist when she drives, and you cook chicken the same way your roommate in college taught you. You share your habit of clicking pictures of flowers by the roads with your Dad, and like your ex, you always check traffic on maps before leaving. Even if you don't talk to them anymore, you will always have tenderness in your heart for people. You will realise that so much of them is you, and so much of you is them.</p><p>You realise that's why you can never feel completely at home because a part of your heart is always wandering in some other memory, in a different place that you used to call home. Your love spreads endlessly, and you realise that this is what happens when you have the joy of experiencing so many different kinds of loves and friendships. As you mature, you learn that departing isn't merely about leaving; instead, it's about carrying a piece of others with you and leaving a part of yourself behind. It transforms you into a magnificent collage, a gem woven from the threads of all those you've loved, of all those you are ever going to love.</p><p>And someday, that feeling will be home enough. </p><p>-Rae Pathak</p><p>Very good isn't it... It says it all really, although there's stuff there that's not me, not something I've done and missed...</p><p>The gist of it rings true with me..</p><p>I've always missed everything, my family in the states, missed not growing up with them, missed my family when I came here, but no one forced me, missed here when we were in Wales, came back and missed new friends I'd met in Wales..</p><p>Missed my dad, who I never got to know.. </p><p>Is that it then I wonder, that last paragraph? That knowing that, you find home..</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-9948412195946797342024-02-03T13:26:00.002+01:002024-02-03T13:26:14.723+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fX16iHCHWgZEdl8cRPTWml95-djp82UGPIgS9vpl8CjvsywQVcEprU5BflFw4piowC3H_nQTub_3X4NhPdk-MDXMoQvEDb_6IE5GvNn82u-8DCZutA7hnBTs-vot9vyW943BRQlmfWNjwojbJfeKqBuEKtAELi5BzE8ZyhG8HrCJd_KUqBXA/s2760/IMG_20240128_200645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1590" data-original-width="2760" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fX16iHCHWgZEdl8cRPTWml95-djp82UGPIgS9vpl8CjvsywQVcEprU5BflFw4piowC3H_nQTub_3X4NhPdk-MDXMoQvEDb_6IE5GvNn82u-8DCZutA7hnBTs-vot9vyW943BRQlmfWNjwojbJfeKqBuEKtAELi5BzE8ZyhG8HrCJd_KUqBXA/w200-h115/IMG_20240128_200645.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>Photograph from.. Mmm maybe about I'll just say 1990's.. Yes that's my mom, standing beyond . Like the original Photo-Bomber!</p><p>So strange! Just going through my old children's books, I went through them twice actually, and just now, decided to be more ruthless, and The Dairy of Anne Frank book took the long walk..</p><p>Now, changing channels .. what's on TV now, beginning right now? Yes, of course, The Diary of Anne Frank! </p><p>Life is stranger than fiction, is that what they say? But dreams what the hell are they about or where do they come from? If it's something lurking in the deep dark recesses of my brain I should be very, <i>very </i>afraid!</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-33846422474476592122024-02-01T09:14:00.000+01:002024-02-01T09:14:28.180+01:00<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9yX_rE8LDMnEaxibadNdmh_jnaSXeXjolPczl8gprXJv7wBRW-2Nu4nbmRDMmGQmafis_0X7hZagAZXrPHAfpMNmVZj3fTbT_IE9TdqRcPo_84Zs_vr21Kqx13WWTqJs_TOzXFvreEQO75vqY8f3bJeOzz4Ldofm401WQPKO0GorDqvAXJO65/s4640/IMG_20240131_153142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4640" data-original-width="3488" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9yX_rE8LDMnEaxibadNdmh_jnaSXeXjolPczl8gprXJv7wBRW-2Nu4nbmRDMmGQmafis_0X7hZagAZXrPHAfpMNmVZj3fTbT_IE9TdqRcPo_84Zs_vr21Kqx13WWTqJs_TOzXFvreEQO75vqY8f3bJeOzz4Ldofm401WQPKO0GorDqvAXJO65/w151-h200/IMG_20240131_153142.jpg" width="151" /></a></div><br />Weird experience just now... well, yesterday now!<p></p><p>I've come into La Cala and having some lunch, a few people kept looking at me.. like I'm a Celeb or something.. I say laughing inside so as not to appear a complet weirdo! Although I think a smile is showing... Laughing at myself for even thinking that!! I'm hilarious!! </p><p>The lady serving me asked me, where does she knew me from, or was I a doppelganger.. </p><p>After short conversation we realized it's where I work!</p><p>And another person who had been recognizing me, realized he knew me from the store also!</p><p>Well, fame... For a brief moment eh...</p><p>Had that in Vegas though, twenty years ago April.. Now that was fame! </p><p>Was going to link to my Blog at that time, but it was on my old original Blog, and I don't think it's <i>live</i> now..</p><p>That's sad, my first two years of Blogging may have been deleted... </p><p>And they were hard work, had to write in HTML code! </p><p>Maybe a short recap to follow then, 2002 to April 2006! </p><p>Can I remember all that!! </p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-72027163921604904582024-01-31T09:05:00.000+01:002024-01-31T09:05:01.300+01:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDy6Lq0zJ0vZ_z6Y448hebRUwkn24CB_KcPirzz6KayCMOOD6_jJD80NBxqhavszDpHSAv0vE0ft4TT033w6M-Ln2A6A_PBqoE-R7OYR-u-gN6x9giXAbIY5jTCQrBqr8nLm-_RzzVplLnBc_i2EN53rBBxYIZ307pHrVuftWXk8-usELrIZQY/s4000/IMG_20240130_185957.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDy6Lq0zJ0vZ_z6Y448hebRUwkn24CB_KcPirzz6KayCMOOD6_jJD80NBxqhavszDpHSAv0vE0ft4TT033w6M-Ln2A6A_PBqoE-R7OYR-u-gN6x9giXAbIY5jTCQrBqr8nLm-_RzzVplLnBc_i2EN53rBBxYIZ307pHrVuftWXk8-usELrIZQY/w200-h90/IMG_20240130_185957.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>I forgot a beautiful part in my short jaunt away, when I parked outside, got out of my car and stood to listen.. I heard my most favorite bird in all the world! My Hoopoe bird! And now sitting up in bed and watching a bit of a series on my kindle, I hear him again...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOFOYXTBKY_D-JvBsAvexwnO40FigAfVcnndj5o-kTc7_IQH_m_BgjutrsFr1150Pq-HJxWEqehmk_ejrVZ4LKuqu9Lh_kJpjMOjH_l7z7RYJRlvJR7oIzZQnA-wnP7_d4MfBXnf0jm4BUGgPmgwgPEWWwFcAz3_qG-Wm1BfiBGs_bU5slOnI/s4000/IMG_20240130_190156.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOFOYXTBKY_D-JvBsAvexwnO40FigAfVcnndj5o-kTc7_IQH_m_BgjutrsFr1150Pq-HJxWEqehmk_ejrVZ4LKuqu9Lh_kJpjMOjH_l7z7RYJRlvJR7oIzZQnA-wnP7_d4MfBXnf0jm4BUGgPmgwgPEWWwFcAz3_qG-Wm1BfiBGs_bU5slOnI/w200-h90/IMG_20240130_190156.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>M.</p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-77788870073667705472024-01-30T17:16:00.001+01:002024-01-30T17:16:35.956+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwgzDfriLrypTTEU8UQCVpr6s8Ci7Q2nXs8KjeggBuqTQ1fDahjSc1qy3ytuh8avDFdms6r1HbuJ9ZM6ZvpnMi1l95w0wSFk8nmWTF-gLti79gaeeCcC3wTOqERGxSEiWjpSz7jLefP9UFogsfXz81rF_1VEJn91dTs08DteB26UrWnFKB_Ual/s8384/original_a078944c-8d23-4aaf-ba0a-eac3d0f1f286_PANO_20240130_130306~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2409" data-original-width="8384" height="93" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwgzDfriLrypTTEU8UQCVpr6s8Ci7Q2nXs8KjeggBuqTQ1fDahjSc1qy3ytuh8avDFdms6r1HbuJ9ZM6ZvpnMi1l95w0wSFk8nmWTF-gLti79gaeeCcC3wTOqERGxSEiWjpSz7jLefP9UFogsfXz81rF_1VEJn91dTs08DteB26UrWnFKB_Ual/w320-h93/original_a078944c-8d23-4aaf-ba0a-eac3d0f1f286_PANO_20240130_130306~2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Life is a funny old thing..</p><p>Dropping off half a dozen bags at a charity shop in Coín this morning the track on the CD said it all really.. if I could actually remember the title i would insert here! But it was very apt for now.</p><p>And I am now ensconced in a studio apartment down in La Cala de Mijas for a couple of nights.</p><p>I watched a very good movie already now onto a second one called The Portable Door, talking of coincidence and mishaps and strange occurrences that bring us where we are every step of the way!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkx3o04Z6Pf45nDdMCXAfdJaHOxQSKxs6iwxTG7uV3V5G0nBU8qBjLbBAMouODKcQHmyEpzHCTPD5GiAZpB6wOAH5RBFUV4NrHJdVLMX2c_SaFS3tvK-8O09seaY4k5D7s_zLEnR-RlebPY_UQitG0cKcw8qG0K61-6kK0_gVMK_iCq2ACMb1p/s4000/original_d0c0a27b-9fd2-4825-8dca-1cf4a986a2de_IMG_20240130_132836.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkx3o04Z6Pf45nDdMCXAfdJaHOxQSKxs6iwxTG7uV3V5G0nBU8qBjLbBAMouODKcQHmyEpzHCTPD5GiAZpB6wOAH5RBFUV4NrHJdVLMX2c_SaFS3tvK-8O09seaY4k5D7s_zLEnR-RlebPY_UQitG0cKcw8qG0K61-6kK0_gVMK_iCq2ACMb1p/w200-h90/original_d0c0a27b-9fd2-4825-8dca-1cf4a986a2de_IMG_20240130_132836.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Taking photographs along places I've passed for thirty-six years and never walked upon...<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVzSmHxkCbQsqd_9xaTaSfKcs02emcbAGDZfb2ac5zkUME-EX1Buy71_fSCiZwTtfi7iYQCeWjTB9LD-yVAIb9xTYZ9IkpYgFeaX__mV1-PrRoVLx5aRidSjrfGVlL8iaZp_t_sA4lYPxI4s1X6FpPC2IhyNOvfCjOZ2DNJZbhaiVfiNa3WpQ/s4000/original_03df8022-ad94-4ea2-ac67-7ad00a6d3c54_IMG_20240130_133140.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVzSmHxkCbQsqd_9xaTaSfKcs02emcbAGDZfb2ac5zkUME-EX1Buy71_fSCiZwTtfi7iYQCeWjTB9LD-yVAIb9xTYZ9IkpYgFeaX__mV1-PrRoVLx5aRidSjrfGVlL8iaZp_t_sA4lYPxI4s1X6FpPC2IhyNOvfCjOZ2DNJZbhaiVfiNa3WpQ/w200-h90/original_03df8022-ad94-4ea2-ac67-7ad00a6d3c54_IMG_20240130_133140.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Only a few people on the beach, a few lone lost souls... One had a dog!<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlgS_mnQisrzjYv3wmUuaW3zkhTONVC1xjZdVIhBxl3sMoLdShMN9RJdziahQPKR8tKYO6JTy7XgUlBm0HRPxVAm1JWJJWHNQWkUYyt5T6XUTEi0xfns81unYg6XbGKxL68Pr6hP0tUli88oWejH3pB2W0DNpnXrwmPlfTv7s8P5J1uyh9OcAy/s4000/IMG_20240130_133350.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlgS_mnQisrzjYv3wmUuaW3zkhTONVC1xjZdVIhBxl3sMoLdShMN9RJdziahQPKR8tKYO6JTy7XgUlBm0HRPxVAm1JWJJWHNQWkUYyt5T6XUTEi0xfns81unYg6XbGKxL68Pr6hP0tUli88oWejH3pB2W0DNpnXrwmPlfTv7s8P5J1uyh9OcAy/w90-h200/IMG_20240130_133350.jpg" width="90" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I walked over the carretera to the coast side but back through this narrow tunnel..</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPAu3XCcEUC07NcNTARY49CGRDEDxYgSZ4mb99X8DEE5_IQ5qDHOHCW-5IY636Z1M_1CGOPCPjlcotYuP00IusTfiA-ecilqvB-ZuLqTIsc009yMm59KiFoMkFU_UXUJyDh1p1EFzOYcXMs_KyVFhz39hIzwhmQFNidicU5PRnBm8XjXs0BAhC/s4000/IMG_20240130_133646.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPAu3XCcEUC07NcNTARY49CGRDEDxYgSZ4mb99X8DEE5_IQ5qDHOHCW-5IY636Z1M_1CGOPCPjlcotYuP00IusTfiA-ecilqvB-ZuLqTIsc009yMm59KiFoMkFU_UXUJyDh1p1EFzOYcXMs_KyVFhz39hIzwhmQFNidicU5PRnBm8XjXs0BAhC/w200-h90/IMG_20240130_133646.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><p>I go through phases of reading horoscopes..</p><p>But today's said </p><p>January 30th, 2024</p><p>The Universe is saying to you today: "Focus on what is available to you in the present moment, rather than on what you feel is missing from your life. Set clear intentions and have the courage to take the steps needed to get there. Keep moving forward."</p><p>M.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></div>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-15206967854269809682024-01-28T12:08:00.000+01:002024-01-28T12:08:21.313+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUDrV3MXSqt6MjqJxkPezdYycRossBW8IGUwsg-pOiqsfw5RSFqHjlUJ5rKue5LkgfzFmoGEg7GoiGGpQRP2HUuheHwxWPgXWU7Eg4Ksld6GcwWW0CnJzYZTInVl_b8wOQmcAkSnsWTS9Gskj4PS2kj1dzEPyLa4xVTZ8bc-8m6V-AKnl5K67/s4000/IMG_20240127_163747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUDrV3MXSqt6MjqJxkPezdYycRossBW8IGUwsg-pOiqsfw5RSFqHjlUJ5rKue5LkgfzFmoGEg7GoiGGpQRP2HUuheHwxWPgXWU7Eg4Ksld6GcwWW0CnJzYZTInVl_b8wOQmcAkSnsWTS9Gskj4PS2kj1dzEPyLa4xVTZ8bc-8m6V-AKnl5K67/w200-h90/IMG_20240127_163747.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>A very different view from yesterday afternoon, I had been down the coast with my friend and neighbor, tagging along for the ride.. And as we were about to turn off through a polígono and back onto the Alhaurín road, I said we were on the original Mijas pueblo road and he said he wanted to see the route...</p><p>So up we went, remember I last took it coming back from the coast a few months back?I think after a tattoo. It's a route we used to use all the time, just nice, away from the tourist run and a bit risky! </p><p>This photograph was taken up near Mijas pueblo, the aim was the coastal view, the outcome was the tree! Well positioned, central stage and front!</p><p>'Aging is an extraordinary process whereby you become the person you always should have been.'</p><p>I really like this David Bowie quote... I like the thought, the idea, that we are just becoming..</p><p>Always becoming until... We have become!</p><p>I had a terrible night! Awake at four, so got some mint tea and turned on the tv, watched a wonderful short music documentary called The Last Repair Shop.. Wonderful... </p><p>Then after another couple of episodes of something else I went back to sleep at seven! </p><p>Getting very out of sync doing this, but no work today and what the heck! </p><p>This massive spring clean I have underway is very good for my mind, and soul.. mostly.</p><p>Not so much the body, keep jumping up and moving stuff, either to charity or rubbish bags! Kind of need to relax a bit!</p><p>And my big issue with attachment makes it very difficult.. letting go of things I've had since being an adult... Am I yet an adult? If still becoming?</p><p>Letting go of my mom's things even more difficult, and my grandmothers? And great grandmothers things?? Seriously? Why do I have them? Especially needlework, buttons! Of the latter.</p><p>She had numerous children and yet, it is I who have these things that weigh heavy with me... My boys most certainly won't want them, and do I have to burden my grandchildren with them!</p><p>What a legacy! </p><p>At last this morning I have removed the DVDs I don't watch but kept, the small game machine I don't play and kept, and the CDs.. will join the others out of the plastic and into the CD carriers!</p><p>Had about four or five unnamed DVDs, two were blank two were films, and the last, strangely was one I thought lost years ago, so was wonderful to find and poignant, it made me very happy and very sad at the same time, and also seemed a message to say, you're doing good! </p><p>Yesterday having coffee in town with friends, at the old 'office' destination.. and why I at last sorted out the DVDs always in view every morning as I have my breakfast..</p><p>Yesterday, talking about the books I have done for Peter Maddocks, and other authors, one of the friends at the table said she has had a book in the planning stage for a while, the planning idea always in view, which I think in a way something we see every day we start to <i>stop</i> seeing, it becomes just a part of our lives, not something in action, as it were ...</p><p>I had some suggestions and I hope I've given her the oomph to get going on her book... I really hope so actually, because I left the table feeling so good at hopefully getting someone else to feel good about her book! </p><p>M.</p><p>“See with a different eye, visualize with a colorful mind, manifest your thoughts with the energy within.”</p><p>Michael Bassey Johnson</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-37703118844540464592024-01-24T19:46:00.000+01:002024-01-24T19:46:06.085+01:0024.01.24<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaoI6SNTWVuShohbPI5f4OQ8JlIROl0br2wdB_Ksfi9prlwrn0dePWWTRc4j2FXiQ5s_CZjv4Wd-Xc1K0SuyGqf-632Mj_f3nyezPTHI6nc1_Vmz_P_b7RDIogbE5oI_wAh8b8AsjUtPzBOVH3vu1eqsRV4Lo3G65ksFhTbkSdD8aMdefAz-pB/s1341/Screenshot_2024-01-19-20-37-22-713_com.facebook.katana-edit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1341" data-original-width="1080" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaoI6SNTWVuShohbPI5f4OQ8JlIROl0br2wdB_Ksfi9prlwrn0dePWWTRc4j2FXiQ5s_CZjv4Wd-Xc1K0SuyGqf-632Mj_f3nyezPTHI6nc1_Vmz_P_b7RDIogbE5oI_wAh8b8AsjUtPzBOVH3vu1eqsRV4Lo3G65ksFhTbkSdD8aMdefAz-pB/w161-h200/Screenshot_2024-01-19-20-37-22-713_com.facebook.katana-edit.jpg" width="161" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Sorry, unlike me to use another's work, but it's just how I'm feeling..</p><p>Today would have been my mom's 96th birthday.. I miss her more.. raising a glass of wine foe you mom... I remember finding a bottle of wine with the makers name Muriel, on the bottle, she was so pleased...</p><p>Busy days at work, and my knee or back, or both are playing up all the time now ..</p><p>Although I've seen a local osteopath twice now .. absolutely fantastic, saw her yesterday and pain today, but I'm pushing myself or my body too much these days.</p><p>I hear a blackbird every morning and evening near the house, a new visitor, because haven't heard him before.. and he reminded me of a blackbird I heard at a customers in Witney, every morning and evening.. the blackbird welcomed in the day, and sang the day out every evening, such a beautiful song... Never heard one in Spain before, not singing like this... Maybe he's calling me to move forward...</p><p>M.</p><p>Once upon a time, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. </p><p>The birds still remember what we have forgotten.</p><p>~Terry Tempest Williams</p><p><br /></p><p>🙏💜💫</p>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27335830.post-56439299305267850562024-01-14T18:13:00.001+01:002024-01-14T18:13:23.482+01:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57EwQtEeSzQdeL-3XYzWEohXwKygJ9rqKl1d9pX0xPW9QFl6ygowzLaILxM8JqRQHtPlIZ-uEGM1QS12cTzQ6hQeQ6bWxW8Mi6JlQaiz6UERGh6OgSE5BTJFytwDwoof358iO-IGh61qstWpabqrJlAazzmOBLa1q7kbc-70BbazsTVYhKruS/s4000/IMG_20240108_175855~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57EwQtEeSzQdeL-3XYzWEohXwKygJ9rqKl1d9pX0xPW9QFl6ygowzLaILxM8JqRQHtPlIZ-uEGM1QS12cTzQ6hQeQ6bWxW8Mi6JlQaiz6UERGh6OgSE5BTJFytwDwoof358iO-IGh61qstWpabqrJlAazzmOBLa1q7kbc-70BbazsTVYhKruS/w200-h90/IMG_20240108_175855~2.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>Did I post this already?</p><p>Apologies if I have.. I love the way the mountains always look so different, the time of day, the time of the year, the weather.. Every moment of every day is different..</p><p>Haven't done much today, worked yesterday and at last I think the pain is better in my leg.. been five or six weeks now... And it got so much more incredibly worse the last couple of weeks, then .. a bit better.. Still getting it checked tomorrow, I need to find out the cause or it'll be back, and could be worse ..</p><p>It has been debilitating not to be able to walk anywhere, I haven't walked into town since January the 1st. I have managed to walk up to Bar Monika with extreme pain and hobbled home again, it has been okay in work because although it's hard going there's not much distance to walk, thankfully.</p><p>Walking is my thing, can't imagine not being able to just walk where and when I want.. also although sleeping has never been an easy thing for me, at least laying down in bed had been ok, now even that is very painful.. on all sides!</p><p>A man came into the store yesterday, probably late 50's early 60's... He bought whatever and said something about something and then we were talking about cooking for one, and other stuff.. he said "living the dream eh!" And yes, so many of <i>us</i> came over, came here, for our dreams, many of us found our dreams. And so many lost them again.</p><p>I guess this is probably true of all people who pick-up and choose to take their belongings, hopes and dreams to other countries.. It can be amazing and wonderful and everything and more than expected, and it can be the opposite.</p><p>These days we are lucky that air travel is easy, and unlike yesteryear when they couldn't go back, even to visit, and goodbye meant goodbye.</p><p>My grandparents said goodbye to family in Naples a hundred years ago, boarded a ship and never returned...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqgXfsrGpnwP_L5BMjlbgVLW_4CFDoM8E7Ntzc6-bFHk44m0NApYBMPT8Z4UkPDkbkjw7gSieKBiXjPNBDJaJHev1TYrldcM6Cv5zDn6Tepd_L4TSK8gSCihVa2C-woATW2JVIFfwtlkPuNfg7QyUlwaOZ-4LPhkBaslZcTgSmK922wPf-LzU/s4000/IMG_20191130_120241.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqgXfsrGpnwP_L5BMjlbgVLW_4CFDoM8E7Ntzc6-bFHk44m0NApYBMPT8Z4UkPDkbkjw7gSieKBiXjPNBDJaJHev1TYrldcM6Cv5zDn6Tepd_L4TSK8gSCihVa2C-woATW2JVIFfwtlkPuNfg7QyUlwaOZ-4LPhkBaslZcTgSmK922wPf-LzU/w150-h200/IMG_20191130_120241.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quaglietta" target="_blank">Quaglietta</a>, our village <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKdW4L8akox551ake6OZymYLEp3QI1Zsf8TVwSC8ly1Z6H0JvQTKLJTQ_ZHgqHw-FIEiB1omqxvR6B-QHoQuUxfp3SlITu-0ZTpMlfKugu7FMUT2BzVTCcRlFXx9pZuBvVPtyepDyda2ULLReRkPJ3n89B8Wye2yZSJI9pmJ95aTmSJaHfrg3/s4000/IMG_20191130_121945.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKdW4L8akox551ake6OZymYLEp3QI1Zsf8TVwSC8ly1Z6H0JvQTKLJTQ_ZHgqHw-FIEiB1omqxvR6B-QHoQuUxfp3SlITu-0ZTpMlfKugu7FMUT2BzVTCcRlFXx9pZuBvVPtyepDyda2ULLReRkPJ3n89B8Wye2yZSJI9pmJ95aTmSJaHfrg3/w200-h150/IMG_20191130_121945.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFe80C7oMkckNWgzkxVfi6714bmGR6RLeUMC5-KkaXvT-YKaunnaVJ1ro087Cnez91T_Yjcfk8CIAyH2CF3gMLUNKDVy8jviH1izgg3YdhuOcAHTplX-vv0McwXjVfTnSwxDDjK7vMQQnaXEjxS2OKVnsFK6s9tdLP9n8qN7BdyACaflmMVDmS/s4000/IMG_20191130_130150.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFe80C7oMkckNWgzkxVfi6714bmGR6RLeUMC5-KkaXvT-YKaunnaVJ1ro087Cnez91T_Yjcfk8CIAyH2CF3gMLUNKDVy8jviH1izgg3YdhuOcAHTplX-vv0McwXjVfTnSwxDDjK7vMQQnaXEjxS2OKVnsFK6s9tdLP9n8qN7BdyACaflmMVDmS/w200-h150/IMG_20191130_130150.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p>Can't imagine how they felt.. I'm bad enough leaving places I know I can, could, come back to.. but then maybe I have attachment issues!</p><p>M.</p><p>'The lives we don't live'</p></div>Ultreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15425767194668788419noreply@blogger.com0