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Dormant for a day or two

Tchaikowsy, Brahms, Britten, and my Mum.

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Peter Tchaikovsky was born on 7th May  in 1833

Johannes Brahms was born on 7th May in 1840

Evelyn Maud Finch (my mother) was born on 7th May 1913 inLowestoft, Suffolk, U.K.

Benjamin Britten was born in 1913 inLowestoft, Suffolk, U.K.


(Mum was born as Evelyn Maud Povey.  When she married my Dad she became Evelyn Maud Povey.  After his death she re-married, and became Evelyn Maud Woolcock.)






Softening Butter

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 Many of us have very likely taken a stick of hard butter from the fridge, and then softened it in a toaster/convection oven, set at "warm". I did so today, forgetting that I  should have placed the butter in or on a china dish or plate. My stick of hard butter was on a plastic plate:

"In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag" W.H.Auden

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The following is from my secondary health insurance provider, United Health Care. What's your joyful noise? A whisper of gratitude for a stunning sunset? A belly laugh at a child's sweet silliness? A "Yes!" for a challenge mastered?

No matter how you express it, you deserve and need joy in your life. And whatever its source — from a drowsy pup on your lap to a parchment diploma in your hand — it doesn't just feel fabulous. Blissful moments can also give your well-being a boost.

What's joy got to do with it?
Many activities that create feelings of happiness — being lively, joking around, helping others — can also have physical benefits, such as:
Lower risk of illnessImproved circulation and heart healthA rise in feel-good endorphinsRelief from stress and depression So for health and happiness, try these five tips for experiencing greater joy:

1. Chortle, snicker or s…

Mercurial? Or maybe it's because I am a Gemini.

What a difference a days makes.


On last Saturday afternoon I was in the screened -in porch, sipping some lemonade, reading a good book  ("Amsterdam" by Ian McEwan), watching the bids and the water-fowl (a crow chased off a pelican, who flopped down into the pond and caught a fish), with  Penne my faithful friend lying at my side.

I felt utter peace and contentment.  "It doesn't", I thought,  "get any better than this".

Yesterday I was on the same Lanai, with another of McEwan's books ("Sweet Tooth"), a glass of water (lemonade all gone!), dearest Penne at my side.  An almost identical scenario.

I felt utterly sorry for myself, and entirely woe-be-gone.

Maybe it's because I am a Gemini.