A bit of a jolt.

I collapsed on Thursday. Had a seizure and got transferred to a major hospital by ambulance. My daughter insisted I go to the ER, and while there the seizure happened. The collapse cost me five stitches to my scalp. Apparently the excessive bleed is typical of a head wound according to the doctor.

The whole incident was a wakeup call. Change your life style or perish.

I still have so many things to do. Too much to write. Too many stories in my head. This wakeup call was a Godsend.


I recommend anyone who is delaying a few little self reforms to do a large rethink.

And scaring the one person who has been my brick, my beautiful daughter, was about the lowest I could ever sink without being in Atlantis just before it sank below the ocean.

A friend's father died this week...

When I got the new it was hard to just say "sorry". What can one say? I didn't know him, and he was high demand in those final years. Blind, sick, but still lived in his own house. He needed high care and he was a cranky old man when he wanted to be. But she was a good daughter and when he should have been in a nursing home, he didn't want to be there and she catered to his wish.

But he wasn't a happy soul.

Lately I've been wondering if there isn't quality of life, why hang on. Seems to be a natural urge in humanity to do so. And makes suicide look quite ominous.

Old age is depressing. And the closer I get to it, the more I feel about it.

The Wiseness of being Wise.

A wise person has to think up something wise every day.


Um? Ahhh? mmmmm...

Eat Brussels Sprouts. It makes the rest of the meal taste better.

Stop dilly dallying and start running...

I'm watching my friend Zee flying through apres procrastinated procrastination and suffering great bouts of envy.

I've been encouraging her to set a goal of 1,000 words a day and so far, damn it, she's doing it. I told her to stop getting involved in politics and all those distractions that can frenzy us... and guess what?

She did.

And guess what?

she did.

And guess what?

She's almost finished.

And guess what?

The words started flowing.

And guess what?

It started to be much more than 1,000 a day. Even over 3,000.

And guess what?

I wish I could take my own advice and just get on with it!

You know the music of Chariots of Fire movie? I'm humming it right now. Good on you Zee.

For all those no readers...

I am in the doldrums. Self induced and distracted I sit here with blog guilt. I haven't blogged in ages and all my no fans are so disappointed and are sending me no mail complaining about my no blogging.

I apologise to my lovely no fans.

Hugging Heaters

Winter has a habit of bringing out the wooz in me. In summer I declare quite openly how I love winter better. But the girl doesn't always tell the whole truth. In fact winter is lovely when you are warm.

Being warm is all that matters.

The mid-year sales are on and I'm not there...

So that must mean I've become a minimalist?