Catch up…

In my last post I forgot to mention my hip, even though it was in the title.

It had been giving way for a few days. Not painful, just unreliable. Today it has been fine. My femoral nerve seems better too.

I am still writing, despite all the enmity that came my way for standing up for my principals. My stats are good.

We just had our 8pm clap for NHS staff. It’s such a unifying thing. And afterwards there is always my thank you email. It is so uplifting.

It’s so sad that we have had to rely on people raising money to fund the NHS. Even though it’s funded by our income tax the government has not funded it properly for 11 years.

We have rain. And the temperature has dropped. We need rain. I did not need a drop in temperature though. All I can do is make the best of it.

My garden is full colour. My chosen colours. The bees are busy.

Rain and hip pain but still OK…

It’s been an odd day, but productive. I did waken until noon, so I had fourteen hours sleep and I feel better for it.

A friend sent a text to say she was going to a store and I thought that she keeps doing far too much.

I was writing and making my dinner. My cell phone rang and a man said ”Is this Chrissie?”

I said I was and he told my friend had collapsed. Since I was her most frequently contacted name on her phone he called me. I told him her daughter’s name but he couldn’t find her number so I gave the name of her brother.

Then I dashed up to see if I could reassure my friend. The paramedic was about to close the ambulance door but I asked him to tell her I had come. it’s reassuring when you know someone gives a damn.

I came home. It was raining and I got plenty of strange looks as I was not dressed for rain. But I care more about my friends than I do about getting wet.

At 9pm she said she was home and had no milk. I put some milk in a jug and took it to her.

She didn’t look good but who does after that? Ordinarily she would have stayed in hospital overnight, but at this time it is a risk.

I had a brief chat with the guy who took my call at switch. They are undervalued and not thought of. He appreciated my thanks as they always do.

The rain! Great for my garden. Great for keeping people who gather in groups at home.

I’m so grateful for my garden. My friends and the local hospital. My daughter was fabulous while I was ill last week and has brought shopping again.

I am bucking the trend. I am drinking less alcohol since lockdown and not over eating. I am content with my very local friends, but I do miss the ones further afield who I see regularly.

A great day and thanks Danette…

It’s been a good day. I had breakfast with a friend al fresco and did some writing. The people next door printed a photo of the malicious letter from a previous neighbour as they had thrown the original into their fire. I have reported it.

They are upset by such interference in their lives. I am grateful that they told me as now I know that she sent one to my previous neighbours. I was so shocked that they turned against me overnight.

It doesn’t occur to me that someone could be so malicious and wicked. How sad that her life is filled with hate and she keeps checking to see if the house is available.

I gave her so many bottles of wine, a book, flowers. When she broke her back I sent flowers and they came back. I lent her a book, don’t know what happened to that. M. Ebsworth replaced it for me. She threw 12kg of kindling over the fence into my garden. A jar of wax and a food cover.

Anyway, I got writing done. Planted tomato plants, my cleaner came,, a friend came.

I am getting some colour on my legs and arms. I feel good. My hip is a problem as it gives way after biting. I need to meditate.

Danette came to medium through my link! God bless her. Anyone can find my articles in my web profile.

I just was named Productivity Wizard by my editing suite. A great end to my day.

The Path Less Travelled

Poem published.

The paths less traveled
Are full of roots to trip on
Stones not smoothed by footsteps
Cobweb webs hang from trees
Like dewey curtains, thick
The grass is long, staining your feet
And branches will whip your face
Or scalp as wild birds call
And sing, unused to humans

Don’t take your horse for a while
Find the rabbit holes and loose roots
Spare him falling and breaking his knees
Or losing a shoe, cast stones aside
Lead him, talking the while to stop him
Spooking, and if he should be spooked
Go back and tie him to graze

This path is not for everyone, only brave
And courageous who are willing to learn
A different way to live and give
It is for those who have nothing to lose
Who stand true and strong in self
Knowing their wit and agility
Having already faced in life
The worst and best it has

Choose carefully, return is not sure
You may fall and lie wounded
Or fall and break your neck
Might be better to take the path
Commonly travelled; no surprises
No discomfort or risks
Just a comfotable stroll, no hastles
And no euphoric reward

Chrissie Morris Brady 2014

Moon

A published poem

Midnight, moon is majestic. Full moon, super moon, Pink Moon.

So many titles for tonight. I woke to adore you and tapped my neighbor’s window.

Mysterious moon you are so beautiful that Sun bathes you in light

though she is jealous and will not share her sky, not with you nor starssometimes you slip into her scrim.Moon, you light lovers, paths, and creatures of the night.I need the Sun but I have awe for Moon.I

Daybreak

A poem pubished.

Waking from slumber, the darkness envelopes

but light creeps over the horizon, putting out darkness

slowly the grey is streaked with pinks and peach, mauve

morning is come, greeted by the sweetest joyous song in chorus

of birds who celebrate the newness of day, the growing light.

So many dawns, so many counties, views, I have observed this glory

so much the same and yet unique, and now my harbor is washed in peach,

birds awakened start their song waiting for the sun’s appearance

This is my loved outlook, so many I’ve been, Nowra, Austalia,

always on my mind, and Brussels graven to memory

Despite the libel…

I am so happy to be free of someone else’s dream to make money by micromanaging a group of over 2000 people and growing. It means he gets reads which is how income is earned.

So his long, dense articles get read on average by approx 2000 people. About seven minutes long. That’s huge amounts of money. If I read, I skimmed. There was rarely anything new except commands to do this or the other.

I was publishing elsewhere too. Now I’ve started my own publication. It’s for expert information articles and poetry.

My stats are up since being free of that group. They are similar to before I was included. I am earning more again which seems odd.

Some other libel arrived nextdoor last week from the woman who trespassed in my home twice, was vile about my sister’s death when she was drunk, and cold when Mike appeared in my bedroom at 3am. No concern for me at all.

Nextdoor are angry at Ms Woodhouse and her lies. Her handwriting was immediately recognised. Toxic person.

I’ve had to cut out another friend who contradicted a statement she made, as is her wont, and hurt me terribly by defending unacceptable behaviour by my ex-husband. I was speechless. But spoke to her about it, only to have her say she couldn’t remember what she said.

So out with the old and in with the new. I have a much better friend just round the corner. She appreciates me and is kind and caring.

I am recovered from the food poisoning. It was ghastly. At first I thought I was about to die and then I was afraid I would not.

Once all the violence is over, the relief is huge.

I am drinking more than eating and that’s ok. My daughter made two pizzas for me last night and some laundry for me.

I need to sleep . My garden is lovely, I adore it.

I had food poisoning…

My queasiness turned into violent vomiting which unnerved me. Once that was over I seemed to feel myself again. I drank lots, with a rehydration tablet dissolved in it and went to bed.

But I awoke in a discombobulated state. I drank loads more water and ate some protein.

I checked in with my GP, not just about the food poisoning but another issue too. He told me I would need several days to recover fully.

I brought up the issue of linking with the hospice and became very weepy. It’s so emotive.

He suggested I might see a neurologist locally. I’ve already seen him. An excellent doctor, but an appalling bedside manner, and lack of awareness.

I don’t want to be poked and prodded again. I’ve been an experiment too much already. I want peace.

I love my life. I love my home. I love where I live. I’m just tired of forgetting where I put things and the energy it takes to do everything.

If only I could breathe without effort.

Mark, my GP, our children went to school together, so we address each other by first names, says we need to talk face to face so it has to wait until lockdown is over.

This is when I want a hand to hold in the night. My ex-husband would hold my hand in night if I slipped mine into his. No words. The same with Michael. I had a long relationship after I divorced my husband, and we touched as we slept too.

I have two heroes today. Mainly my daughter.

The vitriol on medium goes on. Callum Brown also made a complaint but about far more than I did.