My Journal

Update on the cat

Sat, 02 Aug 2008 18:10:02 GMT

mackie
Originally uploaded by loopy1

Mackie is now safely home, a little sore and sorry for herself but gradually looking happier and starting to eat a little. We've evicted the dog from his cage, which he only used when we were out for a long time these days anyway, and have set her up in her own little cattery unit, with a comfy bed, litter tray and food and water.

She's had her thyroid removed and her leg pinned, and at the moment it looks horrible as she's otherwise a longhaired cat, but hopefully it will grow back soon and she'll start filling out a little bit as she eats more.

At first she only lay there sleeping, but she's been moving around a bit and eating a little, and I've had a purr or two out of her.

We've also got pills to give her twice a day, plus painkillers to put in her food.

And the relative who's looking after her while we're away is an ex-veterinary nurse and so better able to care for her than I am, which is a relief!

Thanks to all who sent good wishes and a special thank you to Laura for her good advice.

43:36

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 11:18:53 GMT

Forty three minutes and 36 seconds, that's just under the target time of 45 minutes I set myself for the Race for Life 5K. Not as good as I did last year, when I ran the whole distance; I did take a couple of walking breaks, but considering the amount of training I haven't done lately I'm perfectly satisfied.

Once again, I spent the last few days wishing I wasn't doing the race and vowing never again, but by the end of it I was seriously considering entering again next year. Perhaps next time I won't book my place quite so early, so it haunts me for six months!

I need to keep exercising, though, because it's going to get harder and harder to get fit as I get older, and easier to lose condition, and I need to invest the time now to make my life easier in years to come.

Meanwhile, maybe I'd better go take a shower and find some lunch :-)

I miss it so much

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 07:36:33 GMT

I miss the feeling of battling against the limits of my capability. I miss the intense concentration that comes from struggling to make something work. I miss the exhilarating feeling of learning something new all the time.

But I don't know how to get it back.

Years ago, when I started OU studies, I was studying maths and computing. I would be trying to make an equation pan out, or make a computer program work - I still remember the sense of achievement I had when I managed to create a working simulation of traffic lights, or a microwave, or a lift. Simple, but nevertheless all my own work, and figured out against the computer.

Nowadays, with humanities and sociology, it's a different type of learning. Enjoyable, maybe, but not the frontier work that the maths and computing felt like. And I find it harder and harder to devote time to it.

So what do I do? Try to find a course in maths and computing that's within my capability but I haven't done yet? Trust that with something like that I'd end up making the time? Try to find something within my own time and resources, so that I'm not throwing money at it in the hope that it will feel this perceived hole? Start doing puzzle magazines compulsively?

Ideally, what I need is a job that makes me constantly push at those boundaries. Teaching computing did at first, but now I know the systems too well. Long past are the days when I would learn something new every lesson I taught. Teaching maths did at first, as I had to rapidly revise and catch up my mathematical knowledge, and I still treasure the sessions I have with one GCSE student who's aiming for A* and is constantly stretching me to keep up with her. But now I know things too well, and they no longer provide any real challenge.

But I don't know what else to do. It's like a drug, that intense concentration. I feel it so little these days. Gone are the days when I'd regularly absorb myself in a book. I've run out of maths and computer courses, unless I find another one. And work, while enjoyable, is no longer the challenge it used to be.

I have a very poor concentration span, and maybe I've reached the end and need to try something else. Maybe, just maybe, my writing will give me what I need, but I don't know. Right now I've lost my inspiration, and far from being the spur to writing that I hoped this new course would be, I find myself doing the absolute bare minimum. Confidence in it isn't helped by my tutor claiming I'd missed an apostrophe in my first assignment, while I know darn well she just couldn't have read the sentence properly.

So anyone got any ideas? Go for writing? Go for a maths course? (I'm toying with the idea of doing a statistics course, since on one level at least I find the subject fascinating). Find something else entirely? (what?) Give up on the idea of finding that level of challenge ever again?

Report on Meet the Hewletts

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 08:29:10 GMT

Saturday morning I got up ridiculously early and drove to Heathrow, to a hotel where I would get the opportunity to meet the actor who brings to life my favourite character. I put it that way because really I wasn't going to meet the actor, it's the character himself I'm interested in :-)

He was there with his sister, who plays his sister in the show as well, for a one-day Meet the Hewletts event.

The drive was uneventful and I pulled in for a MacDonalds breakfast before managing to find a parking place and join the queue. This was the point where I realised my big mistake: two hours standing in a queue, and no book to read. It was torture, although there were plenty of fans around. I talked to the person next to me in the queue for a bit, but was mostly entertained by the group in front of me, because one of them had managed to leave her autograph book on the bus, or in a bus station, and was first of all trying to locate it, then trying to figure out who she could get to drive to the station, collect the book and then deliver it to her at the hotel in time for autographs. I think she succeeded in the end!

After around two and a half hours we were finally allowed in, and people then started joining another queue to book up for photo sessions, but the last thing I want to spend a fortune on is a photo of myself, even if it does have a celebrity in it too, so I grabbed a good seat in the hall instead. Luckily they put songvids up on the screen, which kept me entertained for a while, then they showed the first episode of the new season, which was an unexpected bonus since it hasn't been shown on TV yet! At this point I felt almost sorry for those people who were called away to have their photos taken.

I didn't dare go far for lunch, for fear of losing my seat, so I grabbed crisps and chocolate out of the vending machine. Then it was sitting waiting.

Eventually the moment arrived: because I hadn't been part of the photoshoot, or even out where they were taken, it was the first time I'd seen David Hewlett and his sister in the flesh, and there was one moment when they both came on stage that felt really weird, where my brain was saying they shouldn't be in the flesh, they're only on TV. But it soon settled down, and there was the strange effect of the voice and face of my favourite character behaving nothing like him.

David and his sister were both charming and seemed completely at ease with each other and the audience, and very entertaining. At one point David said "Have you all just paid to come and hear us squabble?" to which we all agreed yes, we had.

What seemed great to me was that David confessed he's always teasing other people, but he was also totally at ease with being teased himself.

Subjects ranged from babies to weddings (he'd just got married the week before) to the TV programme, with often several conversations in the air at once as he jumped from one subject to another, and several times they started a conversation with each other, then decided "we'll talk about that later" and turning back to us.

It seemed far too short a time, and soon they were disappearing again. They showed the new episode again for those who'd missed it earlier, and then chucked us out of the building and started the queue for autographs. These were in ticket order, and because my bank messed up the payment and I had to rebook I was down the line at 231 (maximum 300, around 275 sold). I optimistically said I might be able to leave at around 4, since autographs were 3-5, but in fact it was 5.50 before I finally got my chance. I saw Kate first, she was very nice and greeted me by name, since there was a piece of paper with it stuck to the photo so she could spell it! I said her arm must be aching, and she laughed and said it wasn't too bad.

Then I queued for David's autograph. He seemed to be having fun, even though he'd been sitting there signing stuff for nearly three hours by then. He looked at the photo I had for signing, and apologised that he looked so grumpy in it. I said "it's not you anyway, it's Rodney", and he laughed and said that's what he kept telling everyone. Then he signed the picture Sorry so grumpy. Love David Hewlett.

There weren't many people behind me, so I hope he managed to get away fairly soon after that, talking about being whisked back to his luxury hotel to be reunited with his wife. And I returned home in time to stop the kids watching the end of Doctor Who, as I made them watch it again from the beginning so I could see it.

Damn and blast

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 19:33:30 GMT

It's not fair! First of all I spent ages fiddling round with mike and headphones trying to get Teamspeak working - it's a program that enables you to chat others via headset while playing the game, and is almost essential for serious teamwork - then made contact with another player, only to hear that the others who were due to make this run with us were stuck in traffic and unable to play, so we were going to have to postpone it.

Then I tried getting into WoW anyway, to do some solo play, and the authentication servers are down, which means that youngest, who must have started playing before they went down, is perfectly happy in a group run, while eldest and I are cut off because we can't log in.

I posted on the guild forum, managed to contact the other guy via teamspeak again after a reboot and panic that it's incompatible programs (and remembering to plug the mike back in!), and checked the forum again to find that others have the same problem. As for the official wow forums, after an initial message on the realm status page saying the login servers were down, now the whole website, forums and all, is unavailable - I have visions of frustrated warriors, hunters, priests and warlocks clogging up the server trying to find why they can't play.

A very good day

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 16:07:30 GMT

First off, I found a brilliant bunch of people this afternoon, who were all in the same guild and ready to help out at a cry for help, and they took me into the dungeon I needed to go in to get my epic mount, so I now have a really cool fast mount :-)

Then my application to join a guild (not theirs, but a different one) paid off today, and I'm now in a proper guild, and should meet lots of new people online.

Having spent months thinking I was vastly outnumbered by all the young males on there, I think I've discovered a previously untapped seam of mature players, including bored housewives ;-) At least, the level 70 male warrior I played with this afternoon was moaning about housework.

So I can sit and watch Heroes in peace tonight, unbothered by thoughts of having to stay up late pathetically pleading for someone to come and help me get my mount. And I'm determined to repay the favour to other people when I get the chance :-)

Shock horror!

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 06:54:30 GMT

You remember my mother moved care homes because she was unhappy at her old one, and then the new owners ran it into the ground, sacking staff and not buying sufficient food for residents, and losing the books, and being investigated by police, until social services shut the place down and moved all the residents elsewhere on emergency placement?

Well, on the news yesterday morning, we heard her old road was shut due to a large fire. I only thought "Wouldn't it be funny if...", but it's the front page of the local paper this morning - former care home gutted, arson attack!

I wonder if it was an insurance job. The place was empty, and no-one was hurt, but the building is gutted, and the home adjoined to it not safe to enter. It looks like it was a massive fire.

Scarey, huh?

Edited to add: read the story here.

Exercise

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 11:03:15 GMT

I went out for a run this morning, finally using my GPS watch properly as a training partner. I set myself a goal of 5K in 45 minutes (after an abortive attempt at setting it for 45 hours!) and failed my goal by 56 seconds, which I blame totally on the dog as I didn't stop the timer while he had a crap.

I did stop the timer on later occasions, though, to stop for a breather, so my first target is to complete the set time and distance without stopping for a rest at any time during the run (walking is okay at this stage, but not just standing still gasping for breath for a few minutes!).

My Race for Life is coming up next month, so I need to get in serious training. My sponsorship page is still looking distressingly blank, so I need to start collecting sponsorship too. Just in case anyone fancies giving money to Cancer Research, my page is here.

I was supposed to be aiming for 10k by the end of this year, but I'll see how the 5k goes first. I really need to focus on getting fit and ready for such events.

Help needed please - bowling

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 10:54:04 GMT

Earlier in the year, both elder boys got a day out of their choice. Now it's youngest's turn, and he wants to go ten-pin bowling. He's been before, and so has middle son, but I have only been once, about twenty years ago, and I have no idea what happens.

Do we book a lane between us? I assume we hire balls? Have I heard something about needing to hire shoes as well? How long is a game likely to last, and is it okay for five people to use the same lane?

Please, someone who knows what they're talking about, let me know the routine on this, because I hate youngest missing out on his treat, but I don't like doing anything where I don't know the routine.

Fun!

Sat, 07 Jun 2008 08:27:44 GMT

As a 1930s wife, I am
Very Superior

Take the test!

*snerk*

Thankfully, DH came in at the same level, although slightly lower marks ;-)
I loved some of the questions for men!

I'm really struggling here

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 06:58:56 GMT

I have a writing assignment due in today, and I'm really struggling with it, not only with the assignment itself but also the motivation to work on it in the first place.

Maybe I've just been studying too long. Maybe I'm just no good as a writer. Maybe I'm just too darn lazy.

I have to write 500 words about an event on a busy street, from the POV of a child. That's okay, that's done.

I have to write 500 words as a description of a character, illustrating a mood. I have no idea. I can probably make a character up, but how to illustrate the mood without making it an exaggeration I don't know. I should have started much earlier, of course, but I've done my usual tactic of leaving it until the very last minute so that any bad marks I get can be attributed to the fact I did it in a hurry.

I have to write 500 words about an event I've heard about on the radio. I've done a first draft or two, but now I'm having second thoughts about whether my event is suitable. You know what? I'm just going to stick to it, and if it's not suitable too darn bad.

So that really only leaves me with the description. I hate description. One of the best things about the fanfiction that I usually write is that you don't need much description, as everyone already knows the characters and settings. Of course, that probably makes me lazy as a writer, and I should be putting it in anyway.

Any attempt to do this writing and use what I've been reading about is having a really positive effect on the quality of my writing, and is good discipline, which is what I need, but it feels kind of like me being dragged kicking and screaming into a classroom, sat down in a chair and told to "Get on with it!" I'm really not sure any more why I'm doing it. It's not for the pleasure of writing, that's for sure.

All encouragement and suggestions gratefully welcomed.

art class

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 14:06:49 GMT

I figured it was about time I showed some of these drawings I've been doing, so I've put them on flickr, and will try to link to them from here, although I've never had much success in putting in photos from flickr other than when blogging from there.

The first session I did was dominated by Hugh's left ear. Okay, technically, it was his right ear, but because it was always on the left of the picture, I keep thinking of it as his left ear, okay? We did a series of drawings with pencil plus one coloured pencil (other pictures on flickr, but not linked from here).

The second session featured Stella's gorgeous leather coat. We worked in charcoal and chalk, and I loved using the two to try to create the texture and light on her coat. Oh, okay, we had to draw her face as well ;-) Again, there's another picture on flickr that I didn't link to - mainly because it didn't include her coat :-)

This week I found myself focusing on Sharon's bottom. For some reason, one part of the picture tends to capture my imagination, and in this case it was being told to feel for the roundness of Sharon's bottom, and then sitting there stroking her bottom (with a pencil and then paintbrush respectively) that stuck in my brain. This was watercolour, my second ever watercolour painting. I said I had the paints, I didn't say I could use them! It didn't turn out too badly, even though I was sat next to the brilliant member of the class, who always puts me to shame. This time we just produced the one painting each during the whole 2 hour plus break session.

One more week to go, and for that one we'll be using pastels. Should be fun. I think I've also managed to juggle things so I can do the full portrait course next year - I'll have plenty of other work either booked or by advertising, so that I can afford to give up the chance of one morning's work for a bit of leisure time, and besides, I might end up with work on the day I'd originally kept free for art classes instead.

age banding for books?

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 07:20:37 GMT

There's a petition at www.notoagebanding.org which explains the situation better than I can, but basically it sounds as though someone has decided it would be a good idea to start putting age recommendations on the front cover of books, supposedly to help people choose whether they're suitable or not.

I think it's a stupid idea, and will put people off. Nothing stunts a reader quicker than someone telling them what they can and can't read.

Drawing class

Mon, 26 May 2008 19:02:25 GMT

The tutor carefully arranges the model, posing her on a seat, against the wall, arranging her leather coat to best advantage. We are given paper, charcoal and chalk. I make tentative marks on the paper, constantly checking measurements and angles. When I am happy, I firm the lines. Music is playing gently in the background, a gentle accompaniment to the soft strokes of charcoal on paper. Chalk make a harsher sound; the movement of finger smudging paper the softest of all.

I stand back, checking to see what it looks like, then return to work.

I love my drawing class.

My doll's house

Sun, 25 May 2008 21:10:57 GMT

doll's house exterior
Originally uploaded by loopy1

I was very restrained and well behaved - it was so tempting to post a message on freecycle saying offered: fully furnished house ;-)

I'll be sad to see it go, in a way, but I only got it because my father started collecting a house on partworks many years ago, then got ill, so I took it over. Like all partworks, the house never went together properly, despite my best efforts, so I bought this house instead, but never really did anything with it.

So it's time to reclaim the space.

I am now intimately acquainted with Hugh's right ear

Wed, 14 May 2008 11:42:50 GMT

I've just attended the first of my four week taster course on portrait drawing and painting, and had a thoroughly enjoyable time. It got off to a slightly shaky start, when I was convinced it started at 10 (having received no confirmation in the post from Adult Ed, and with no time printed on the email receipt), got there at 9.40 and discovered it had started at 9.30. Still, it could have been worse.

We did three thirty minute drawings of poor old Hugh, who looked at some points as if he was about to drop off to sleep, then had a tea break, then did a 40 minute full body sketch. It was really fun and relaxing, helped by the gentle music playing in the background, and I'm now thoroughly hooked and intending to try to get on the full length course in September if I can.

Oh, and the tutor seemed to like my work, as well ;-)

How do you do it?

Mon, 12 May 2008 09:16:06 GMT

Having just been on the phone for twenty minutes to the insurance company (around half of which seemed to be on hold), and considered my attitude towards and problem with phones generally, I was wondering how people managed with phones.

When I'm on the phone my attention wanders. Without someone physically in front of me to look at, I look at the computer screen, the TV, the nearby book, what's going on in the room... I just can't keep focused on the voice.

I hate the phone ringing anyway. It usually goes when I'm in the middle of something, and I hate having to jump up with my meal in my hand to answer it, or pause the TV programme, or whatever I'm in the middle of doing.

I'll quite happily (usually) use the phone for a job that needs doing, to check details on something or to ask someone a question. What I can't do is have a long conversation with someone. Unless I'm actively involved, I just can't keep myself listening. And I'm afraid of long silences. I'm afraid that halfway through the conversation it will peter out and there will be nothing to say. I have a policy that says I will never agree to anything, especially financial, on the phone, because I just don't think quickly enough. I'll always ask them to post stuff out to me and I'll consider it that way. I really just can't make decisions quickly. I guess it's because my subconscious comes up with some things that are so wild and wacky that I'm afraid if I allow it control then I'll do something I'll regret. So everything has to be considered carefully and thought about before replying, which I can do in real life and I can do in written form, but not over the telephone, where silence is frightening and there's no visual feedback.

I'm at my best at something like a conversation over a meal. That way I have something to occupy me other than the conversation, but it doesn't distract from it too much, in fact it helps me focus. But given the choice, I would far rather go and visit someone and have the conversation in person, or type it in email, than have a phone conversation.

Is it just me? And does anyone have any useful suggestions?

Typical

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 13:44:05 GMT

Last week, when it was first released, I walked past a whole stack of Wii Fit games in Tesco's and resisted the temptation to buy one as I should be saving more right now.

Now that my mother has offered to buy one for me, they're out of stock everywhere.

Nintendo really ought to get their stock shortages sorted. First the Wii itself at Christmas, then a DS for MIL, and now the game.

Oh well, they'll be back in stock and available at some stage, I suppose. I'm certainly not paying the extortionate prices suppliers via Amazon are charging.

Just trying something new...

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 16:13:32 GMT

This is my Chorewars character. I've made it public, and I'm going to try to remember to update it every day. I might even fiddle with the tasks to show the balance between my seven areas.

Suggestions for tasks etc would be gratefully accepted - I'm useless at designing fun names for the tasks.

For all the runners out there

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 07:55:58 GMT

Race for Life
Originally uploaded by loopy1

This was the painting I did at the weekend. It didn't turn out too badly, although I see now the shape of the peak was a little out.
I really enjoyed doing it, though, and am looking forward to this year's run.

I'm sad

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 20:23:13 GMT

Why am I sad? Because a lot of my friends on here seem to be going off and making blogs somewhere else, and it feels like the end of an era. It started with the bookcrossing forums. Then I moved over to the BCUK group. Then a lot of people moved from there and I met them more on here than anywhere. The next thing was facebook, although that seemed to die down again after a while. Now it appears that once again it's time to move on.

In one way, I hate change. I don't feel secure unless I know exactly what to expect. I feel unsettled if things are different. In another way, I have a low boredom threshold. Believe me, it's not easy having a low boredom threshold when you hate change ;-)

In a way I feel like Doctor Who. Every so often he loses his companion and has to find and get to know a new one. Then just as they start working together well as a team the companion leaves him and once again he's on his own, to start all over again.

I guess there will still be a core few around, either here or elsewhere, but I can't see any particular group staying together for any length of time, and that makes me sad.

Another in my tree series

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 09:21:55 GMT

tree
Originally uploaded by loopy1

I found this tree when out for a run. Someone has made a real effort to cut this tree down, but still the trunk remains. There are signs of damage both old and new, and yet there is still evidence of offshoots.

This tree doesn't want to give up. Despite the assault on it, it's still struggling to survive. Only time will tell if it will succeed.

I'll visit it again in a month or so, and see how it's doing.

706 words

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 20:33:34 GMT

...and my essay needs to be closer to 1200 before I can submit it with a clear conscience.

While the subject matter of this one has interested me enough for me to make an effort, this is the last substitutable assignment of the course, which in simple terms means that if I don't submit this one my average mark overall will be substituted for the missing mark. The last three assignments have to be submitted. Of those, the next one, which is literature, is the one that interests me most and is most relevant to me in the whole course, and the last two both have 30% thresholds, which means that if I don't get at least 30% in each I fail the whole course.

So this is the last chance I have to skip work, but I'm too interested to allow myself to do that.

So I guess I'll keep ploughing on, and try to find another 400 odd words before Torchwood comes on at 9.

Then I need to knuckle down and get all my coursework marking done before the classes next week as well. At least I've just discovered I'm no longer working Wednesday mornings, which gives me a little more time in which to get organised. Although with my inability to work unless I'm up to a tight deadline, maybe that's not such a good idea after all...

It's no good. I need to get back to writing this damned essay on Alfred Russel Wallace. Who, you say? Oh, go google ;-)

Frustrating

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 08:25:28 GMT

In our village, there are two distinct political sides: there is the parish council, which has been running for a few years now and is working to make improvements to the village and area, and there is what used to be the Residents' Association and is now the Forum, which is completely opposed (I tried to write diametrically but couldn't spell it - is that right now?!) to the council, reckoning if has far too much money and is spending it unwisely.

Now I find myself in the situation of sitting on the fence: I know people on the council, I know the parish clerk and one of the councillors to chat to, and I deliver their newsletters as one of the army of volunteers every few months. But I also live in the village and want to be sure that what they are doing is wise and considered.

I'm feeling pressured (internally) to get more involved with the work of the council, to sit between the two groups and support the council, while making sure for myself that what they are doing is in the best interests of as many as possible. But working evenings makes it all but impossible to join in with local politics. I did have an offer to stand as a councillor at the last election, but turned it down, saying that maybe in a few years' time I'd feel able to, but not now.

But there must be some way I can become more involved, surely. Maybe I'm going to end up having more of a say in public politics than I ever thought possible ;-)

It reminds me of the single decision, based on exactly the same criteria as this one, that completely changed the course of my life, just a few years ago, and I'll probably post that in a separate post, to do full justice to the momentous occasion ;-)

Edited - before I've even posted, so not really an edit at all - to add that I might email the clerk to this effect, asking her if she has any suggestions as to how I can become more involved without actually being able to attend council meetings.

Another in my tree series

Thu, 07 Feb 2008 07:46:53 GMT

Sign embedded in tree
Originally uploaded by loopy1

This sign was originally fastened to a tree on land given to for public use in 1952. The tree has grown round the sign at one side, burying the edge well into the wood, while the other side has been pulled away from the tree and is unfastened and floating free.

There's a photo of the whole area on flickr, so you can see what the area looks like. It's just a small triangle of land, with low walls around gardens. There always used to be a bench next to the tree.

It's a nice oasis of flowers in the middle of the town, and another reminder of the way trees will absorb the obstacles around them.