Share Your World: 2nd September 2019

When you’re 90 years old, what do you suppose will matter most to you?

Breathing, sleeping, mobility.

What’s the best way to spend a rainy afternoon?

Curled up on the sofa warm and dry with a good book and a cup of tea.

What is one thing you don’t understand about yourself?

Why I get so depressed from time to time. I don’t have a reactive depression in the sense that its not necessarily that specific situations depress me, but more that occasionally I feel an internal drop in emotional temperature and feel completely dismal for a while regardless of external circumstances, often for no discernible reason whatsoever. It really sucks… 😦

When was the last time you tried something to look cool (hip), but it ended in utter embarrassment? Details?

Um, visiting friends of relatives on holiday in Canada forty years ago as a teenager, and being invited to a pool party with a few other teenagers, including boys. I was trying to look cool swimming laps and smoothly turned over from breast stroke to back stroke mid-lap, aware of being looked at as I was lying back looking up at the blue sky. But as I suddenly glanced down I noticed to my horror that one boob had actually come entirely out of my low-cut swim-suit, flashing my buxom flesh to the entire pool – no wonder everyone was grinning at me! Anyway, I nonchalantly turned back over onto my belly, tucked myself back in carried on as if nothing had happened. Not really so cool after all… 🙂

I’m so thankful…

… that my 83 year old dad came for a wee short walk outside with me and my husband the other evening after dinner. Having had four strokes and walking only precariously with two sticks, as well as having dementia to hamper his mobility (sometimes he momentarily forgets how to walk), this was a big deal – it’s the furthest dad’s been in about two years! ❤

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Share Your World: 17 June 2019

If you were suddenly injured or died, are your bedside table drawers ready for someone else to go through them? If you care to share, what’s the most unusual item someone might find, that might be potentially embarrassing?

Ooh, great question! OK, so when I had a look in my bedside drawer I found everything was just crammed in higgledy-piggledly, so I decided to take a full inventory of exactly what was in there… oh dear!

So, top row left to right we have: three sugared almonds in net from my eldest daughter’s first wedding (18 years ago) with a UK/US plug adapter immediately underneath; an old chocolate tin now with assorted ribbons in it; an empty Fat Face enamel tin mug with plastic lid (I think it was what my old Fat Face watch came in); three old leather purses; eye drops, lip balm and Nivea hand cream; and a pair of pinking shears (I wondered where they’d got to!).

Second row comprises a small leather zipped bag with several lip balm sticks inside; an old Fossil tin (another watch came in that) now with assorted keyrings inside; three empty ring boxes kept for sentimental reasons and a boxed leather keyring given as a gift (kept safe so as not to ruin it); a small round tin that once held mint sweets from the Daily Telepgraph newspaper (from when my husband worked there selling advertising space); an old set of tarot cards wrapped in black silk; and a terracotta pot filled with spare copper change.

Third row starts off with a very old cross stitch bookmark I made in primary school; a cotton zipped purse with nail clippers, tweezers, emery boards, and a small mirrored compact inside; yet another tin with a variety of very old passport-style photographs of me inside; three small crystals (sphere, heart, oval); a blue cotton bag containing those jingly silver balls you fiddle with in your hand; a tiny heart-shaped red tin and four random marbles; a heart-shaped tweezers (gift from my youngest daughter) still with hard case and soft pouch intact; and a ceramic pot with a retractable tape measure and the key to my suitcase on a fabric lizard keyring.

And I suppose apart from the general weirdness of my baffling collection the most potentially embarrassing thing for me is probably the messy state of the drawer in the first place – I’m not exactly a neat freak at the best of times, so a small personal space hidden from view is usually the least of my tidying up worries… But at least it’s tidy now!

What keeps you going? (However you might interperet that is correct)

Sheer bloody-mindedness…

Share a photo or sentence about your favourite thing(s)?

Sorry but I can’t get Julie Andrews singing ‘My Favourite Things’ from the Sound of Music out of my head now…

At the end of the song ‘Everybody Hurts’ by REM, where do they all go?

They’ve all just walked away from the rat-race… lucky people…

What are you grateful for right now?

That my dad’s still with us two weeks after his fourth stroke in two years – his vascular dementia has got a lot worse now, and ok, so he gets really REALLY confused over his current location at any given time but thankfully in spite of his injured brain connections he still remembers who we all are ❤

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Share Your World: 27 May 2019

Are you an optimist or a pessimist?

Probably an optimistic pessimist – I always hope for the best but prepare for the worst, just incase…

Can war ever be just?

No, plain and simple.

Think about the people you love most in your life, what do you do for them?

On a practical basis, I try to give them whatever help I can within reason. On an emotional basis, I give them unconditional love no matter what ❤

Are you health conscious?

Lately I am having to become more so, as menopause and other middle-aged health problems have disrupted my previous status quo… but I remind myself daily, do not regret growing older, it is a privilege denied to many 🙂

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Share Your World: 6 May 2019

Do you believe in soul mates? If so, do you think there is only one person meant to share that bond with you, out there in the world?

Yes and no – I mean, I don’t believe soul mates come ready made, they need work to build that bond to a truly deep level. So there may be several potential soul mates across the world and over a lifetime, but only ever one at a time – to my mind soul mates are definitely always a 100% monogamous dynamic ❤

Ice cream cone, shake, or some other ice cream concoction?

Ice cream just as it comes, no cone or sticky sauces or overly-sweet bits-of-stuff additions or frilly fancy fripperies – just ice cream… Mmmm…!

What would be the hat to end all hats? What could you wear on your head that would make people stop what they are doing and stare in awe and amazement?

Um, how about the St Edwards Crown, the centrepiece of the British Crown Jewels used on and off (no pun intended) in coronations of British Monarchs since it was first made in 1661. The incongruity of the seriously blinging headgear and scruffy jeans on me would look pretty awesome, I think 🙂

What would be the worst ‘Buy one get one free’ sale of all time?

Coffins, or some kind of dodgy deal on multiple funeral services…?

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Share Your World: 29 April 2019

If you could interview anyone from your life, living or dead, who would it be and why?

My paternal great-grandmother, who I never met – she lived in Canada, and died before I was born. In fact, I didn’t even know she WAS my great grandmother until I was grown up – I thought she was actually my great aunt, my grandmother’s older sister, but it turns out she had my grandmother out of wedlock at a young age, and then emigrated to Canada leaving my grandmother to be brought up by her biological grandparents, who never really lived down the shame of it all and treated my grandmother atrociously (as if it was her fault for being born illegitimate). Old sins may have long shadows, but they make for the most intriguing characters… 🙂

As a child, did you have a nickname? Did you carry that with you throughout life or was it only in childhood that you used it?

My parents decided to call me Ruth as it was a nice short name and no-one would be able to shorten it. So of course I went through childhood being called Ruthie. My father-in-law, mother-in-law and brother-in-law still call me Ruthie, as does my mum and sometimes my husband every now and again, but most people know me as Ruth. Funnily enough some times I get called Ruthie informally at work, and as I answer to it as readily as Ruth, it gets used interchangably, and to be honest I really don’t mind either…

Give us three words that describe you?

Mother, grandmother, introvert. I’ve been a mum since I was 18, a grandmother since I was 38, and an introvert my whole life. Although those three words have popped up first in my head, I can immediately think of a whole lot more I could add to that rather perfunctory description. I suppose I’m an accumulation of lots of descriptive words, not really one thing more than anything else, but am an oddly eclectic mix of everything I’ve ever been and ever will be, a kind of Frankenstein’s monster of hopes and dreams and hurts and healings and mass confusion… I keep thinking it will get easier when I grow up, but here I am at 55, still waiting for clarity…

Sneaking into a second movie at the theatre (if you go to a movie house) – is that wrong or just harmless fun?

When I was a kid, there was one movie screen with a huge red curtain and red velvet seats and fancy gilded decor all around and you paid once for entry and watched whatever series of stuff was on, until you got fed up and left. Now there are many-screened multiplexes showing only one movie on each screen and the cost is so extortionate I never bother to go any more. I’d rather watch stuff on TV in the comfort of my own home…

If you had a time machine, would you go back to the past of forward into the future? Why?

Well, apart from going back in time to interview my long departed great grandmother (see Q1), I firmly believe time travel should remain in the world of fiction. I mean, I remember watching HG Wells ‘The Time Machine’ as a kid (on TV, not at the movies – see Q4) and freaking out at the idea of the Eloi and the Morlocks being all we had to look forward to in the future. OK, so maybe Michael J Fox as Marty McFly had a better time in the ‘Back to the Future’ trilogy but still… I learned that messing with the past is still playing with fire. And having read (and thoroughly enjoyed) ‘The Time Traveller’s Wife’ where the poor guy time-hops back and fore with no warning I’m just glad that time for me moves one way only and at one steady pace, thank you very much…

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Share Your World: 22 April 2019

Was the last thing you read digital or print?

Well the very last thing I read was a digital blog post asking me these questions! But the last book I read was an old-fashioned fiction paperback 🙂

Are you more an extrovert or introvert?

Introvert through and through – I can be perfectly sociable for short periods of time but soon need my fix of quiet solitude to recharge my batteries

How is your life different than how you imagined as a younger person?

Hmmm… well I was always an anxious little thing, scared of my own shadow, and had generally assumed that once I grew up I’d automatically feel confident and secure like all other adults so would inevitably find life so much easier to deal with. Well, here I am at 55 with three kids and six grandchildren and still not feeling quite ‘there’ yet with life… but hopefully there’s still plenty time yet!

Do you think about dying? Does death scare you? Why or why not?

I have an odd relationship with the thought of death. When I was younger I used to think life would be so much easier if I was dead, but now I’m getting older and wiser (?) I feel more like I’d like to hang around for a lot longer! 🙂

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Share Your World: 22 October 2018

Name two books that have influenced you, and share how?

Hmmm… Choosing only two books out of a lifetime of voracious reading is really difficult – should I choose fiction or non-fiction? If fiction, do I choose those basic childhood reading books that originally kindled my love of independent reading in the first place, or those adult books that for a million different reasons remain most memorable to me now? And if non-fiction, do I choose history books or cookery books or self-help books, or all those extra-curricular academic text-books I read of my own volition while completing my degree? To be honest I think every book I’ve ever read has influenced me in some way or another, even if only to remind me never to read that particular author (or subject-matter) again! 🙂

In your opinion, where is the line between art and not art?

Oooh, great question! I often ponder the ‘Is photography art?’ question – or more to the point for me, ‘When is photography art?’ I suppose for me it’s when you deliberately work to create an artistic effect with your image instead of focus on making no more than a faithful visual representation…

What is something that really annoys you, but doesn’t bother most people?

The older I get, the more of a grumpy old woman I become – but I don’t suppose my grumps and gripes are that much different from anyone else’s at my age. But I honestly don’t understand why American dates are written partially backwards – I mean, either have year, month, day as a format or day, month, year – but month, day, year simply makes no sense to me at all  🙂

Share Your World: 22 October 2018