Posts

Showing posts from January 13, 2013

The Mother of all Bristols.

Image
Greenbank  Cemetery Bristol, U.K.. Gateway and cottage home of my cousin Janet and her partner Steve,  I was born and grew up in Bristol, U.K.: -  “The Mother of all Bristols”. So I retain a great affection for my native City, situated as it is in the south west of England, with its population of 433.080 ( in a metropolitan area of more than a million people). It rarely snows in Bristol, thanks to the benevolent influence of the Gulf Stream. Yesterday (17th January 2013) Bristol was visited with a huge snowfall  -   some 6” in all!.   It was enough to paralyze the city – buses and trains did not run, the airport was temporarily closed, and schools were closed. There was a bright side.  This “blizzard” enabled  321,892  Bristolians (give or take a few hundred thousand)  to get out into the open air and take photo’s, for the sole purpose of posting said pictures on “Facebook”. (lol) I jest too much! Here are some cool pictures of  “Bristol-in-the-snow", Janua

Anyone want a snow job? - panic all around.

Image
1.  From my nephew Nick Theobald, Bristol. UK. Jan 24th Must get out and stock up with milk , bread before it’s too late and I’m trapped in my house by the massive 100mm of snow they’ re predicting !!!!!!!!!!. Arrrggggghhhhh were all gonna die ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2. From my friend Susan Hughes, Atlanta GA, Jan 24th The mass panic has begun, as Atlantans flee the city under the threat of a flake of snow. The connector is a sea of brake lights, and I'm quite sure that bread, milk and toilet paper are completely sold out of every supermarket in a 90 mile radius.  (Seriously, how did I EVER survive when I lived in MA and NY???) /sarcasm off). ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3. Cartoon via my former  Massachusetts colleague R. Ellen White, now  serving a parish in S.W. Virginia.

Sadness and anger re a mentally ill friend

I first met G.B. when he began to volunteer at Resurrection House, Sarasota’s Day Shelter for homeless people. He is a very personable and extremely friendly “thirty something”.  I like him. As I got to know G., I encountered his sadder side.  It became clear to me that he has a mental illness (of which he is vary aware). “On his meds” G. has great charm, and the ability to function in our complicated society. “Off his meds” he goes into very dark inner places, and his behaviours become utterly impulsive. Once, when my friend J.T. was visiting from Phoenix, she, G. and I went out for lunch. In the midst of that lunch G. went in to a total “melt-down”.  His inner agony was palpable. Thank goodness that J.T.  was there. She used all her professional skills (she is a trained and qualified counselor) and her emphatic skills to talk and love him back into equilibrium. Later I helped G.B. to move into an apartment complex where his rent would be subsidized   I bought pots, pan

The joys of being naughty.

What follows is not to be spread around the internet (lmao). As I strode out Penne this morning I encountered two other folks who were ambling (rather than walking) with their two dogs. Penne is skittish around other canines, so I moved away as far as was possible (about 20’) and waited for these other folks to pass. The two walkers were deeply engaged in conversation/gossip/chit-chat, and were apparently oblivious to their surroundings. Each of their dogs was on one of those spring loaded leashes which extend for about two miles (or maybe 20’). The two dogs took advantage of their respective owner’s pre-occupation and “took off”; lunging at Penne. ‘Twas then that I “spoke sharply” (ahem) , “raised my voice” (ahem)    “yelled” at the two other dog owners. “Why the hell” , I yelled  , (yes I yelled, maybe I even screamed (!) , “do you think that I am standing over here?  It’s to avoid your dogs.  Stop talking, and pay attention to your animals". They looked

Bristols

Image
My home City is Bristol, U.K.  It’s a historic seaport about 120 miles due west of London, and it has been a prosperous seaport since at least A.D. 1373. Such were the trading influences of Bristol that there are: Two communities in Canada named Bristol, as well as one in Barbados, one in Costa Rica, one in Jamaica, and one in Peru. That’s small beer. There are thirty places in the U.S.A. named Bristol! Two of the most fascinating are Bristol VA, and Bristol TN. They are twin cities.  The main street is also the border line between the two States. Thus, on one side of the street you are in Tennessee, and on the other side you are in Virginia. Although these cities are geographically one, they are politically two, and have been so since 1856. There is a Bristol TN City government, and there is a Bristol VA government. Go figure! Bristol VA/TN 1956  (Centennial) Bristol VA/TN 2006  (Sesquicentennial)

Alexander McCalll Smith on "The Edinburgh Look"

This afternoon I finished reading the latest in Alexander McCall Smith’s “44 Scotland Street” series of novels. It’s entitled “The Importance of being Seven”, and has to do with the various fictional characters who live in or around Scotland St, Edinburgh – especially the sweet boy Bertie Pollock (aged 6) who is dominated by his insufferable mother Irene Pollock, and longs to be seven years old, at which age he believes that he will be “free”. The “44 Scotland Street” novels are rooted in a weekly column which McCall Smith writes for  “The Scotsman” newspaper (much as some of Charles Dickens’s novels originated in weekly episodes for the newspapers of his day” . Alexander McCall Smith can be a wee bit preachy. He seems to be a “small c “conservative, with a longing for the old days and ways. But he can also be very perceptive and funny. Here he is on the pious, circumspect, closed-mouth old-school  Edinburgian. “There were various sorts of looks in Edinburgh, the bes