It’s a strange idea, really: power.
We all have it, to varying degrees.
The power to choose between options. To direct our own paths.
The power to eat those Easter eggs, that hot cross bun, and also the power to smile and say ‘no thank you’.
The power to get up in the morning and exercise, or the power to roll over and stay comfy under the covers.
The power to join in a conversation, likewise the power to remain silent.
The power to do the work we should – or to just check out our favourite social network a little first…
The power to offer a kind word, or a smile – maybe even a helping hand! Or the power to ignore. To pretend. To justify our busy-ness to ourself.
What power will *you* choose today?
Me? I’m hoping that for today – and for the rest of this week, this month, this year – that the choices I make are wise ones.
Have a ‘powerful’ day, dear Reader!
(verb) to think; deem; hold or express an opinion, or as one’s opinion
I do this. I think. I deem. I hold an opinion – and like to express said opinion. Sometimes, the opinion I express is even my own 😀 [I’ve tried it on for size, decided I liked it, concluded that it suited me – or perhaps I suited it? – and claimed it for my own.]
But you already knew that, dear reader. I *do* have a blog, after all!
I enjoy having a definite point of view on issues. I quite like having a voice, and sometimes even the odd person who listens. Strokes the ego, as it were. I must admit, I *like* opining.
I deem it necessary for my mental health.
What’s necessary for yours?
And have a great day, dear reader!
This word, like ‘always’, is a problem word for me.
It’s just so… final. Wouldn’t you agree?
And, really, how truthful is it?
My Macbook Pro thesaurus states that ‘never’s homonyms are:
at no time
not at any time
on no occasion
not at all
not for a moment
not under any circumstances
in no circumstances
on no account
not on your life
not in a million years
not for love or money…
that’s all pretty definite. So final. Irrevocable, conclusive. Binding.
Leaving zero room for wiggling. For hope of the same.
It seems sad to me.
[But that may just be the final evening of school holidays talking :(]
Have a great day, dear Reader.
‘Retrieving a cup from the scalloped rim of the monteith, he served himself some of its cool water. He could feel the eyes of the lady of the house boring into his back, but he refused to turn and meet her glance until he had quaffed his fill.’
Ah, the monteith. A large bowl, commonly made of silver, often with a rim for suspending drinking glasses in the cool water within the bowl; also used as a punchbowl.
This one, above, I found on Pinterest (I realised I needed to search ‘monteith BOWL’ after a ‘monteith’ search brought up photos of Cory Monteith, of Glee fame) – and it apparently is a Victorian period reproduction of a C1685 Charles II period Monteith bowl – this English sterling silver monteith or punch bowl is by James Dixon & Son, Sheffield, c1905.
Isn’t it beautiful!
Have a great day, dear Reader 🙂
(image originally posted by Goodwill Librarian)
I’ve always preferred cats to dogs – or so I thought, until falling in love with my first dog when Hubby and I, newlyweds, visited a German Shepherd breeder.
I fell, hard. We bought one, and drove him home, naming him ‘Smudge’ just before he decided to vomit on my lap. (Lucky the towel he was wrapped in caught the majority of it!) At home, we introduced him to our Ragdoll kitten, ‘Rascal’, and there we were – married just a few short months, and a ‘family’ of four already!
The years passed, and pets came and went. After Rascal though, there were just dogs. Even now, we have Aksel (another German Shepherd) and Rocky (Australian Cattle Dog, and the best snake-killer you’ve ever seen…) but no cats.
And I’ve decided I miss them. So once the renovations are completed, we’ll be getting another one. I must admit – I’m looking forward to that day more than I realised!
So let’s hear it for the kitten 🙂
And have a great day, dear Reader!
The regular reader of this blog may remember that I started a new job this year.
Head of Middle School at Caloundra Christian College.
I have well over one hundred 11 to 14 year olds to be responsible for. That’s a lot of hormones!
It’s been fun. So far, I’ve laughed and cried, exulted and been furious, enjoyed every second and wanted to tear my hair out with frustration. And that’s just before Morning Tea each day! Just kidding.
It’s been a wild ride, and I’m loving it. As a Christian, I *do* feel ‘called’ to the position, and I also feel as though I’m making a difference in the lives of the majority of the children in my care. And that gives me such a feeling of satisfaction!
But it’s also been far busier than I’d expected. So much so, that my writing has fallen seriously by the wayside. I knew it would – but not quite to this extent. No matter. This #AtoZchallenge is helping me get back some writing mojo – and when April finishes, I have JUSTINE BROWNING AND THE MEDDLING MERMAN to complete. Hopefully by Mother’s Day, which is the challenge I’ve set myself.
But school starts back next week after the two week Easter break, so it’ll be interesting to see if things go to plan…
Anyway, have a great day, dear Reader, and hopefully I’ll be back tomorrow with ‘K’ !
I love, love, LOVE this word!
My MacbookPro dictionary gives ‘iridescent’ this meaning:
‘luminous colours that seem to change when seen from different angles’. And it’s descended from Latin, where ‘irid’ means ‘rainbow’.
(That’s also how the silvery-white metal, iridium, got its name…)
How cool is that, huh?!
Have a great day, dear Reader!
Which is what I used for a goodly part of the day.
After my early morning gym session, my time spent gardening, and then ensuring that my three cherubs *were* in fact up and had broken their fasts, our friend Charlie arrived – he of the building and installing our lovely kitchen a few years ago. He arrived laden with cabinets and toe kicks, ready to install the internal shelves of the cherubs’ bedroom wardrobes.
Cue the hammer. And my part in today’s labour (because no, the gym session and the gardening weren’t enough) which involved the demolition work of the old shelving.
Whoa. The lovely gentleman who built our house, built it GOOD. As in, I swear he had shares in the glue company. Shelves were coming off ATTACHED to their shelf supports (quick flashback to the demo of our original kitchen, where we just decided, rather than chipping off the tiles glued to the gyprock, to just cut out the whole section of gyprock and replace it with new stuff).
So, several hours and an equivalent number of knots in my back muscles later, the cherubs all have new wardrobe internals. They’re happy. I’m happy. And sore. And a little more broke than I was yesterday.
Oh! Note to self: go pay Charlie!
Have a great day, dear Reader 🙂
That’s what I was doing today. Gardening. In massive quantities. Planting, transplanting, weeding, sowing seeds, clearing, weeding, watering, and – oh! too much else to think about, let alone name. It was lovely; such a feeling of accomplishment!
But now I’m exhausted. And heading to bed.
Hope you also had a lovely day, dear reader!