Oh dear, oh dear, a tale of two blogs.

I’ve been neglecting this one – because I’ve been concentrating on the one below!

This https://plymouthhohoho.wordpress.com/ is a comedy diary that hubby and I add to after every gig we see. Check it out, especially the Attempted World Record of shows seen at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

Carole.

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New Year Resolutions and the motivation to keep them up.

I was going to ask why is it so damn hard to keep up New Year Resolutions – but really, I can answer my own question. It’s hard because if it was easy we’d be doing all those “good” things all the time!

If anyone is out there, actually reading these musings, what were your New Year Resolutions? I’m giving them capital letters because, if you are putting that much effort into keeping them, they certainly deserve some importance.

New Year is as good a time as any, I guess, to make a FRESH START; to leave behind the mistakes, the cock-ups, the weight, the bad habits, the job if necessary, the weight, the lack of exercise, the partner, the bad diet, the weight…have you given up yet?`

Who made more than one resolution? Don’t you think that’s asking for trouble? Isn’t it hard enough keeping one resolution, never mind two or more? Small changes, small steps. Pick one thing…try to improve around it but don’t sweat the small stuff…if you fall off the wagon, get up, brush yourself down and run after it, get back on. One binge on chocolate won’t kill you, but thinking “bugger, I’ve ruined it now, might as well dump THAT resolution” is just you stepping on a highway to fat city and booking a room, and you KNOW you don’t want to go there.

What were your other resolutions? Oh yes, give up smoking, stop drinking so much, get more exercise, join a gym/pay a massive membership to a leisure centre and keep going…what was that about small steps – it’s all or nothing is it? What about week three when you’re fed up dragging yourself out of bed at 6 am to get to the pool for the early birds’ lengths session or it’s dark and raining outside and bed is so much the better sounding option than getting out there for a three or four mile run. Does that exercise bike look inviting? Did it ever?

It’s week three.

The Twelve Hen Days of Christmas

On the 1st day of Christmas my ex-batts said to me:
“We’re so glad we’re free!”

On the 2nd day of Christmas my ex-batts said to me:
“Ban all the cages, we’re so glad we’re free!”

On the 3rd day of Christmas my ex-batts said to me:
“Make them ALL illegal, BAN all the cages, we’re so glad we’re free!”

On the 4th day of Christmas my ex-batts said to me:
When will governments listen, make them ALL illegal, ban all the cages, we’re so glad we’re free!”

On the 5th day of Christmas my ex-batts said to me:
“Let us all free range!

When will governments listen, make them ALL illegal, ban all the cages, we’re so glad we’re free!”

On the 6th day of Christmas my ex-batts said to me:
“No more debeaking, let us all free range! When will governments listen, make them ALL illegal, ban all the cages, we’re so glad we’re free!”

On the 7th day of Christmas my ex-batts said to me:
Free range eggs taste better, no more debeaking, let us all free range! When will governments listen, make them ALL illegal, ban all the cages, we’re so glad we’re free!”

On the 8th day of Christmas my ex-batts said to me:
“Down with battery farms, free range eggs taste better, no more debeaking, let us all free range! When will governments listen, make them ALL illegal, ban all the cages, we’re so glad we’re free!”

On the 9th day of Christmas my ex-batts said to me:
“Nowhere to perch or bathe, down with battery farms, free range eggsn taste better, no more debeaking, let us all free range! When will governments listen, make them ALL illegal, ban all the cages, we’re so glad we’re free!”

On the 10th day of Christmas my ex-batts said to me:
“A year in the cages, nowhere to perch or bathe, down with battery farms, free range eggs taste better, no more debeaking, let us all free range! When will governments listen, make them ALL illegal, ban all the cages, we’re so glad we’re free!”

On the 11th day of Christmas my ex-batts said to me:
“Now finally released, after a year in the cages, nowhere to perch or bathe, down with battery farms, free range eggs taste better, no more debeaking, let us all free range! When will governments listen, make them ALL illegal, ban all the cages, we’re so glad we’re free!”

On the 12th day of Christmas my ex-batts said to me:
Thanks FSFH! Now finally released, after a year in the cages, nowhere to perch or bathe, down with battery farms, free range eggs taste better, no more debeaking, LET US ALL FREE RANGE! When will governments listen, make them ALL illegal, ban all the cages, WE’RE SO GLAD WE’RE FREE!”
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Me at the latest re-homing down in Camborne courtesy of Jo Barlow of Fresh Start for Hens. We re-homed 263 girls and I took four little ones home: Diane, Pam, Laura and Katie. Bless each one and thank you to all the wonderful re-homers who took the other 259! http://lifewiththeexbatts.wordpress.com/2013/12/15/december-hen-rehoming/

Twelve Hen Days of Christmas

Another half-term slip sliding away…

FB Blues

Wake up with bed head

No sleep, feel half dead

Chooks out and fed

Want to go back to bed

See hubby off with a kiss

What needs doing first?

Really should make a list

Time off, not always bliss

Cup of tea and toast

What needs doing most?

Oh look, here’s the post!

Prevarication, I diagnose

Sit down on the sofa

Lift netbook lid up and over

Hynotising as a cobra

FB, the modern Casanova

16 bar break…

Well! The day is done!!

And never got to cut the lawn

Hours and hours and hours just gone

FB, why’d you let me log-on???

Carole Chapple

Just to back this up…I HAVE done something today…made a start on part two of the furniture painting project. Our dressing table has been stripped down, sanded down and the first undercoat has gone on the drawers, handles and mirror base.

I haven’t totally wasted the morning!

Autumn Days

Autumn has arrived in the garden…although warm temperatures have persisted this far into October. Fifteen degrees celcius most days and not much lower overnight means that the tomatoes and peppers are STILL ripening, courgettes are still growing and the last of the runner beans are drying on the vines to put back for next year’s seed.

Yesterday I “opened up” the raised veggie beds; meaning I removed the nets which have been keeping the chooks in hungry frustation all summer and let them in to pick over the soil, scratching up snails, slugs and all matter of crawly things and allowing them to create new dustbaths for some serious plumage cleaning.

Nevertheless, Autumn IS here. There’s a dampness underfoot in the mornings; there’s a million sparkling dewdrops clinging to a thousand spiderwebs, whose owners seem to have moved in overnight, stretching slender threads between every branch of every shrub, into every corner of fence and chook run, causing frantic karate chops and flinging about of arms every time I open the shed or greenhouse door as I feel them brush my face.

We cut the lawn yesterday; maybe for the last time this year. This makes me happy and sad in equal measures as “Yesss, we don’t have to get the lawnmower out again for a while!” but “Summer has gone and soon it will be freezing and nothing grows then.”

Still – while there is still a teeny drop of warmth in the sun there is always hope, and yesterday I sowed a tray of salad lettuce seeds in the greenhouse…I’ll be clearing the hot pepper bed in there soon and if some of those
lettuce seeds sprout I may be able to keep something green growing just for a few more weeks.

On the plus side – cooler days means more comfortable running. I have struggled with combining the summer heat with runs of any speed or length and much prefer colder temperatures for such exertions. After having the whole of August off for our Edinburgh shenanigans I restarted my running with some walk/run sessions from the middle of the C25K programme. Yesterday i clocked up five miles and was very happy to do so. I know that the lack of cross training is not helping my speed and I need to get back in the gym, but yesterday I just took it easy and began to enjoy myself again.

 

 

Rescued, retired and free.

Our chicken Charlotte is old now
Rescued and retired
Dozing in the grass under the warm Cornish sun
I wonder what she remembers.

Does she remember the industrial incubator
Where she hatched with thousands of others
Half of whom would be gassed or minced a day or so later?
Does she remember the harsh hand that pushed her tiny beak to the burning metal plate?
Does she remember the sheds where she was raised to point of lay
Crammed in with her sisters; the mess underfoot?
Does she remember being pecked to shreds by her stronger cagemates?
With no room to move, to stretch her wings
Nowhere to bath in either sun or dust?
Does she remember being shat on from the cages above
Or the eternal noise and light
Or the pain in her feet from standing on a wire floor all day?

Does she, oh does she?
Oh I hope she doesn’t.

I hope her thoughts are of:
Warm sun
Mealworms and other treats
Dustbathing
Free ranging
Laying her last few eggs in a proper nestbox lined with soft straw
Peace and quiet and dark nights
In the coop cuddled up to her other sisters in retirement

Our chicken Charlotte is old now
But she is rescued, retired and FREE

To “believe” or not believe.

Ok, I haven’t blogged in a month or so, but hey, it’s been busy around here ok?

BUT, something I’ve been doing for the month of June has prompted this one.

Just so you know, I don’t “do” religion. Being brought up on the West(ish) side of mid Scotland, where the whole Catholic/Protestant partisan crap was imported from Ireland/N. Ireland more years ago than I know, and through an incident of my own birth, sent to  “Protestant” schools from primary to secondary, and only knowing that there was a “difference” between us and other kids in that we’d be told by the “big kids” that the big boys from the Catholic school up the road were going to be waiting at our school gates to “get us” when we were going home; I was both puzzled and disgusted by this separatism/sectarinism (both words didn’t know then, I only had an emotion for) and why it mattered to anyone. Under the sun, everybody, whatever their colour, race or sex should be the same? But no, in many religions, they are not.

As soon as I left school I decided, because of this aggression, that I wanted nothing to do with organized religion. That was 36 years ago and since then I’ve seen or heard nothing to change my mind. I’ve been married (twice), both times in register offices and when I die, they can burn me in a cardboard box and scatter my ashes up Staney Mullan on the hills of West Loch Lomond, no religious ceremony required. Play some good old Nightwish, Xandria or Within Temptation, say a few (hopefully nice) words if you feel like it and let’s be done with it.

The few times I’ve answered my door to Mormons or Jehovah’s Witnesses, they have had short shrift. “Don’t come here shoving your views down my throat and I won’t shove mine down yours.”

What has brought this to the forefront of my mind is the June health kick, run by an American lady, which I have been following. Basically, try to eat clean and healthy, drink lots of water, work out/get some exercise for at least 30 mins every day and post your stats such as weight and various body measurements with a positive statement every week.  This particular page is a closed group, an offshoot of her own main FB page. We have accountability buddies, and we post as and when we feel we want to/need to.

I was doing fine with this until the individual, under her own page, started to post stuff which made it quite clear that she was a believer in God and coming on with some quite strong statements about her belief in her posts, inasmuch that it is “in our face”. So far I have said nothing, and if it wasn’t for the work put in so far on the health kick, and for my “buddy” (and I have no knowledge of her beliefs), I would have immediately left the group.

There seems to be no self awareness that not everyone in the group may be happy for her to be giving us all this God talk. I don’t talk about my non-belief in God in normal Internet or non Internet conversation…I’m not spouting my non-belief, or lack of belief in a “spiritual being” to anyone, it just doesn’t come up. But it doesn’t half put my back up in having to listen to someone “going on” about how “Jesus” is supporting them in their life and their running/fitness.

Whatever you want to believe in spiritually, truly, is fine with me, just don’t tell me about it! And I won’t tell you about my lack of belief in what I can’t see or hear or feel with my own hands.

I can see the sun, I can feel and hear the wind/rain/hail and snow and my running music. As a runner, this is all I need to know to get through my workout. There is no-one, (apart from hubby and me), supporting me to get through my half hour, or hour when I am out there getting the work done.

‘K, rant over, June is nearly over too, and then I am out of the group and off of her page. I itch mentally just being there. It’s only the work already put in and my buddy keeping me there.

I have just looked up an Athiest Runner’s website, and they are out there, but flip, I don’t even care that much to be part of a anti religion group…I just don’t give that much of a damn, and I don’t think I’m even an agnostic, because I don’t care enough to believe or NOT believe in a “greater being”. Call me pragmatic. (there’s an Americanism for you!) but  it’s better to be practical than theological.

 

Just be nice to people and maybe you’ll get that back!