Your Trugmakers Oct 2011 News
For some strange reason, October is the quietest time of the year for Trug sales. Don't understand why, people have birthdays each month equally. I could understand it if it were January, when no-one is thinking of gardening. However, it does give me the opportunity to build stock for the Christmas rush - or that's the theory!
Exiting the bathroom after a shower, drying my hair with a towel (although one sheet of kitchen tissue would suffice), the towel was covering my face as I turned to descend the stairs. I missed the top step and somersaulted all the way to the bottom, crashed through the door of the downstairs loo, and came to rest. Jaqui rushed from the living room and said "Oh my god, have you broken anything?"
I looked all around and said "yes, the toilet brush" (which was so much more important than two ribs as we only have two toilet brushes, I've got loads of ribs). The doctor said there was nothing he could do, just a box of Ibroprufen with every meal. Pain, PAIN! I'll tell you what pain is - It's sneezing, coughing and laughing (no problem avoiding the latter). But the worse time without equal was getting out of bed.
If I were a medieval torturer, I would break a few ribs on the victim, and then put them to bed.
A tip for anyone who suffers the same misfortune in the future:- Tie a sheet to a leg at the bed base, twist it rope fashion, haul yourself into a sitting position, then swing legs out of bed.
A holiday in Majorca that was previously arranged was just seven days after the trip (excuse the pun). Although a convenient break for rehab, it wasn't the best holiday ever due to my being the major source of entertainment for both my party and onlookers while taking twelve minutes to rise from my sun bed struggling like an upturned tortoise and swimming in circles in the pool as I couldn't extend one arm. Not to mention playing golf left handed (as the head is then backwards!).
Before leaving home, I stated on this website that I was away for a week, so please delay ordering trugs. A waste of time as upon return I found enough orders to wipe out my entire Christmas stock. So, back to early mornings.
Exiting the bathroom after a shower, drying my hair with a towel (although one sheet of kitchen tissue would suffice), the towel was covering my face as I turned to descend the stairs. I missed the top step and somersaulted all the way to the bottom, crashed through the door of the downstairs loo, and came to rest. Jaqui rushed from the living room and said "Oh my god, have you broken anything?"
I looked all around and said "yes, the toilet brush" (which was so much more important than two ribs as we only have two toilet brushes, I've got loads of ribs). The doctor said there was nothing he could do, just a box of Ibroprufen with every meal. Pain, PAIN! I'll tell you what pain is - It's sneezing, coughing and laughing (no problem avoiding the latter). But the worse time without equal was getting out of bed.
If I were a medieval torturer, I would break a few ribs on the victim, and then put them to bed.
A tip for anyone who suffers the same misfortune in the future:- Tie a sheet to a leg at the bed base, twist it rope fashion, haul yourself into a sitting position, then swing legs out of bed.
A holiday in Majorca that was previously arranged was just seven days after the trip (excuse the pun). Although a convenient break for rehab, it wasn't the best holiday ever due to my being the major source of entertainment for both my party and onlookers while taking twelve minutes to rise from my sun bed struggling like an upturned tortoise and swimming in circles in the pool as I couldn't extend one arm. Not to mention playing golf left handed (as the head is then backwards!).
Before leaving home, I stated on this website that I was away for a week, so please delay ordering trugs. A waste of time as upon return I found enough orders to wipe out my entire Christmas stock. So, back to early mornings.
In life, I believe each of us remembers a time when we laughed until we cried, there was a situation like that
two weeks ago. I was in my workshop on a Sunday, no-one else was in any of the other workshops on the
estate, this allows me to really whack up my quad sound system and was listening to a band called Nightwish
playing 'Over the hills and far away' at approx 100 watts, pretty heavy stuff. I had my back to the door and a
moving shadow caught my eye. I turned to see somebody's Great Grandparents playing air guitar and head
banging, one with their walking stick, the other with my broom. I was incapable of breathing from laughing so
much.
Long live rock and old age!
Which! leads into introducing a great 'Pause for thought!:-
As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, less critical of myself. I've become my own friend and understand the freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50's & 60's, and if I choose to weep over a long lost love .. I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body and dive into the waves with abandon, and ignore the mirth of the young. They too, in time will grow old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful, but then again some of life is best forgotten, I will eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken, how can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when children suffer. Broken hearts are what give us strength, understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is too sterile and will never know the joy of its repair.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to see my hair turning grey and to have my youthful laughter forever etched into these creases on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have passed on before their hair could turn silver.
As I get older, I find it is easier to be positive and care less about what other people think.
I don't question myself anymore...I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, I like being old, it has set me free and I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worry about what will be.
I never complain about growing old - The alternative is far worse.
two weeks ago. I was in my workshop on a Sunday, no-one else was in any of the other workshops on the
estate, this allows me to really whack up my quad sound system and was listening to a band called Nightwish
playing 'Over the hills and far away' at approx 100 watts, pretty heavy stuff. I had my back to the door and a
moving shadow caught my eye. I turned to see somebody's Great Grandparents playing air guitar and head
banging, one with their walking stick, the other with my broom. I was incapable of breathing from laughing so
much.
Long live rock and old age!
Which! leads into introducing a great 'Pause for thought!:-
As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, less critical of myself. I've become my own friend and understand the freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50's & 60's, and if I choose to weep over a long lost love .. I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body and dive into the waves with abandon, and ignore the mirth of the young. They too, in time will grow old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful, but then again some of life is best forgotten, I will eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken, how can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when children suffer. Broken hearts are what give us strength, understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is too sterile and will never know the joy of its repair.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to see my hair turning grey and to have my youthful laughter forever etched into these creases on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have passed on before their hair could turn silver.
As I get older, I find it is easier to be positive and care less about what other people think.
I don't question myself anymore...I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, I like being old, it has set me free and I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worry about what will be.
I never complain about growing old - The alternative is far worse.
