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A Sunday tootle around the district...
Happy St Patricks Day Everyone!
I mentioned in my last entry that it was Bryan's 70th birthday yeseterday. My thanks to those who sent him good wishes.
Had he been born today his mother, I am told, was going to call him Patrick. Just a little bit of useless information. lol! .
Unfortunately we weren't able to go Ten Pin Bowling at Morecambe as both Samantha and my grandson Ryan were poorly. They are both suffering from a chesty cough that seems quite vampirical as it wants to do its worst at night. It is accompanied by an excrutiating headache as well as being sick from coughing so much. So it was thought best to steer clear of Grandma and Granddad whilst they were brewing it. I agreed.
Samantha tells me she has been getting all B Grades at University which is equivalent to a 2:1 Degree if she keeps up this consistency. I am so chuffed for her as it is no mean feat running a home, and a little weekend job into the bargain, as well as studying for her Maths Teaching Degree. I'm not surprised she is run down, as all her work gets done once the children are in bed so she burns the midnight oil regularly. I am so proud of her.
I know she reads my journal as she says she only really finds out how I feel and think through reading it. So I want her to read how truly proud I am of her determination to become a teacher.
As for their next visit... not to worry. If they are well enough they are coming to stay for Easter . We can all go and celebrate then.
Mind you..we are due heavy frosts and possible snow, so that could put the cat amongst the pigeons.
Instead of bowling...Bryan and I went for a lovely long walk around the area behind our house and beyond. It was a cold day but lovely in the sunshine. You will see by the photos above that it was a lovely change from the high winds and rains we have had for what seemed forever this past month or so.
We strolled, stopping and chatting with the odd local or two whom we met. I took my usual photos as we steered a different route for a change. This would shorten the walk for me and cut out the steeper hills Bryan said. My husband thinks of everything as my 'old lungs' were protesting from their inactivity over our long winter. I usually catch my breath by stopping for a photoshoot. As you can see there were many stops. I forgot to take my ventolin with me. Twit that I am!
At one point we bumped into my old doctor, Dr McGregor. He has been retired for a very long time. I remember asking him what he planned to do in his retirement and he said he was going to take up his violin again. So I asked him on Sunday if he was still playing and yes he was!
This apart, at ninety one he was still fell walking and had entertained five friends for the weekend. We were told he had already got one wash out and dried in the sunshine and was away home to bring in the second washing. How's that for independence at 91? It was nice to see him as fit as a fiddle still. On parting he said there's hope for us to live as long and as fit as him. Bless him! I think the secret is to still stay active and keep on the move.
I apologise for not adding information to the photos above but AOL is sorely trying me these days. It is taking so long to open them to edit I have just given up. At least the photos are there for you all to see.
Meanwhile...
Sharing 'Oh Danny Boy 'Lyrics with you...I just love this song. I love to sing it out loud in the car when I am on my own and where nobody can hear me hit the duff notes. Lol!
'Oh Danny Boy'
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
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Well...enough of my prattling...hope you had a happy St Patricks Day.
We had a great day out where I took some more lovely photos.
I will keep those for my next entry.
AOL has been slow at downloading my web pages lately
so I have become frustrated and given up sometimes when I have
tried to catch up on reading everyone else's journals. Hopefully I will be
along to visit soon.
Hugs
Jeanie xx
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Some how I missed tjhis entry ,the pictures as ever are wonderful ,Avery Happy belated Birthday ,to Bryan...love Jan xx
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hi jeanie, lovely pictures, bueatiful. well done to your daughter she sounds like she is working hard and it is paying off. my hat off to her! take care mrs t xx
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When I see you've added a gallery of photos I get a cup of coffee and sit down to enjoy it. I am never disappointed! Your pictures are absolutely lovely. You live in such a gorgeous area! I have to drive for miles to see land that even remotely resembles what you see on a daily basis.
Thank you for sharing it.
Hugs and love,
Pam xoxox -
As usual your pictures are simply lovely. You have a real eye for capturing the scene. Glad Brian had a happy birthday. You should be proud of your daughter. I did it that way, when the kids were young and with a job on top of school and study. It was difficult but so worth it.
Love the song Danny Boy. I abuse my son by singing that to him every birthday, LOL.
Julie
28/03/08 19:15