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Hanging on for dear life

While we all go about our busy lives the rest of the world goes on all around us. All things happening at the same time. Little did I realise on October 24th that this flower was still there. Outside my window, and walking past it a few times every day, I had stopped noticing it. To me it’s interesting to think that as I sit here in my own little microcosm, that there’s nearly 7 billion people out there doing their own thing, and many many trillions of insects and other life forms. Yet here we were together. One bee, one flower, one me.

Afterthought: You know the flower here is surprisingly similar to the one that I posted weeks ago: https://cowdunghands.wordpress.com/2007/10/10/ive-arrived/. I wonder if they are of the same type?

On Being Famous ….

I don’t know Desperate Horse Wife. The other day I ended up on her blog, though I don’t know how … and dropped a comment in passing. Now she has TAGGED me in a game of “When I become Famous…”, and says I’m to list my demands.

Aaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhh! It’s not usually something that I’m into to be honest. At first I thought it was one of those chain-mails … well it is kinda, and this is a weak link in the chain, because the other end of my link ain’t attached to another link … so the games ends here for the moment (sorry). Her own effort at the extravagances of being famous (which I will presume means being rich into the bargain as well), seem to have a lot to do with comfort and chocolate. Nothing wrong with that I say. But, it has gotten me thinking how I would react to becoming rich and famous.

1. Well obviously my first item would be to get one or two people to run the farm for me, so I could go about my business of doing things that famous people do. That goes without saying. Of course there’s nothing like going back in every now and again for an hour here, a day there to get the hands dirty and to feel good about myself again, to get away from the stresses of being famous. A bit like Mel Gibson, George W Bush, Tom Selleck, Tommy Lee Jones, Julia Roberts etc etc

2. Of course I’d have to bring the house up to standard. It takes a lot of time and money to bring an 18th century Georgian house up to standard. Obviously money would be no objective. Only the best will do if you’re going to have your famous friends around. Appearances have to be kept up.

3. On the matter of having famous friends around, I would of course have to transform the old Georgian farm buildings into deluxe apartments, so that visitors could have their own privacy while on the estate.

4. Needless to say, I would have my own butler & team of servants to run the estate and everything from walking the dogs to shining the sliver to serving up meals on request.

5. Security would be key as well. A nice 12 foot wall all around the estate should keep out most of the riff-raff. While on that thought, half the farm used to hold deer in the past. It was known as the “deer park”. Wouldn’t it be nice to bring that back and have some deer hunting on the grounds, as well as grouse. Of course it would be all managed, and stocks replenished. Lots of horses, and maybe an elephant for the novelty factor so my famous friends could talk about me. Oh, I could just about imagine Wesley Snipes taking out a poor unfortunate deer. Oh the excitement!

6. Shep and Buttons would become pampered pups, but they would still lead the happy life they currently have. Not a lead in sight, rabbits a plenty in the horizon to chase, and maybe the odd dangerous liaisons along the way with a bitch of equal fame.

7. Clothes, well the current bunch of rags would just not cut it at all. So I’d have to get my own wardrobe assistant, to be at my beck and call. Even while on the estate, I would need to be impeccable looking.
8. I couldn’t be without a personal fitness instructor. I’d need to be pushed when I need it to get into shape and stay in shape … all for the adoring masses. A big gut just would not go down well in the glossy magazines now would it!

9. Get myself a mistress or two. Something on the side just to keep things interesting every now and then when I’m getting bored of my partner of the moment … a bit like those French upper class: “A French gentleman thinks no more of proclaiming that he has a mistress than that he has a tailor” – William Makepeace ThackerayThe Paris Sketch Book

9. I would have to purchase the land from under all the neighbors, or find some obscure rule of law, to evict them from their plots. Can’t be seen to be living too close to anyone unimportant now.

10. Hmm, chocolate.Oh, I could go on, but I wouldn’t want to offend those living outside the estate walls.

You know when all is said and done, I’m not really enamored by fame and fortune at all. There’s lots of emptiness and posturing involved in the business of being famous. I’m just not me, and I’m very happy happy doing what I’m doing, with the friends I have. Yes I’d like to lighten the load a little, but wouldn’t everyone.

Note 1: follow the link to Tom Selleck … it’s just funny

Note 2: I quite enjoyed the writing this, which surprised me very much. Thanks to Desperate-Horse-Wife for the push.

Note 3: A recent survey of British teens, concluded that the majority just wanted to be celebrities … and not have any particular career or talent. There’s an awful lot of them in for a big bump. Sorry, I can’t find the link now. I may find it later.

Take Time to Walk

“Take time to walk through life. The faster youI Went Out Walking... run, the quicker life passes you by” – by Derrylee Carter, Cayman Islands.

Too many times people are caught up in the everyday “rush” of life. We need to take some time, slow ourselves down and appreciate the beauty on the roadside.

I feel this sometimes, others I know seem to feel this a lot. One friend has already backed away from the rush of commuter life in Dublin and come to rest down here in Cork County with his family. Already he’s much happier. He gets to see the kids every day. It got to the stage where his four year old son was asking if daddy was sleeping at home at night. Now that’s bad. I couldn’t do it. But most people in this part of the world take their time doing their things, and are not worried about rushing. I’d like to be like that, but I know that it’s only possible SOME of the time for me, and not ALL of the time. I have my responsibilities and sometimes I overstretch myself. I know it, but it’s hard to fix. Sometimes it’s just hard to say NO.

Just a Thought

Here’s a though I stumbled across, and I must say that I like it.

Dogs have so many friends because they wag their tails, not their tongues

Obviously there’s something funny here!

I’ve arrived

Having upped my goods lock stock an barrel from my previous blog, I have arrived at my destination. The flower above best symbolizes to me my reawakening (hopefully). It is so vivid and full of colour, and its petals are opened wide like arms outstretched welcoming a dear old friend.

It is much better, warmer and happier than my picture (below)that I put on my old blog when leaving there. Sad to go, but a whole lot of time ahead of me all the same.

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You’ll know when you’ve seen the above picture, if you’ve arrived at the right place or not!

Feedburner Subscription

I know that I’ve not written much anything in the last few days. that should change over this weekend. I’ve been busy doing other things, and also trying to set things up as I would like here on my wordpress blog. I’m picking up bits and pieces as i go which is good.

For now I need to go to bed.

This post was going to be a test post to see if the feedburner email subscription (at the bottom of the sidebar on the right) actually works. It is too, but i’ll leave what i’ve written above there.

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This is my left hand taken a few days ago. Rough???

Okay … there’s a few minor welts, but it could be a lot worse …. it used to be much worse a few years ago, but I copped on. It’s actually very hard to take a good picture of both your hands at the same time without getting your head or shoulder in the way. I failed to manage and only got a hand and a half at best!! Some other time when the sun is shining again … it could be a few days by the look of the weather.

Ban Tractors from the Roads

We’ve all been in that situation: you’re in a rush, the sun is beating down on you, and you’re stuck behind a tractor doing 20mph for the last two miles down a narrow country road. You feel like screaming “F**king langer, would you every get off the bloody road, you fool!”. Even I know what that’s like.

I’m not here to make excuses for poor driving by farmers. I positively frown upon those bad drivers because it gives all us farmers a bad name, and it makes life more hazardous for the rest of us using the public roads.

I’m lucky in that I rarely have to venture out onto the road with the tractor because the farm is all on one block, so there isn’t much need to unless I have lots of heavy items to bring up from town. When I do venture out, I’m very wary of what’s around me at all times, doing all the things that a normal motorist would do, and I’ll always leave cars out when it’s SAFE.

But I have to say that some motorists attitude towards tractors on the road leaves a lot to be desired. My own bad experience happened a few years ago: a red car came up behind me as I was going up our hill and without thinking of stopping just passed me out in the middle of an S-bend. Totally blind and with two young children in the back. If something had come down against us (and they come down there about 50mph), she had nowhere to go, as there is a high ditch on the other side. She was lucky. I nearly dropped dead with the fright.

This came to mind this evening when I read the following headline: Data also show that collisions with farm vehicles are five times more likely to result in a fatality than any other type of motor vehicle accident

on Physorg.com again ( here)

There’s more important things out there than trying to kill yourself for the sake of a couple of seconds. So give us a break, and if you’re stuck behind a bad driver, then take his number and report him to the guards. that is if you can read his number plate in the first case. It’s more than plastered in muck!

The Daffodils

A few days ago, I was over at nightskyspy and we were discussing a few things. Later that evening while milking, the poem The Daffodils by William Wordsworth popped into my head while I was mulling over our exchanges. For me, remembering that poem was like a regression into secondary school English classes where poems were routinely bashed into our brains (without any luck I may add. I don’t have a photographic brain … I need to understand my subject matter before it will begin to sink in).

To me daffodils in spring are hope for the the year ahead: hope that things will get better, hope in the beauty of something young that can grow and become something more wonderful.

The poem makes me remember that when we are all alone with the weight of the world on our shoulders, that there are millions of beautiful things all around us that ask nothing of us … for free.

  The DaffodilsI wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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The flowers on these daffodils behind our house have withered at this stage, but the plant itself remains strong in an effort to seed for the future. (That is unless someone here decides that younger plants need the light and space, and cut them at ground level!!!)

ps. don’t ever ask me to quote anything, i’ve a head like a sieve. But sometimes inspiration comes when I least expect it.

Wet the Tea

We’re big tea drinkers round here so yesterday, when we were listening to out local radio station County Sound 103FM at dinner time, and someone user the expression to “wet the tea”. I’d never heard it before, but apparently my grandfather used it all the time. My mum was delighted cos she hadn’t heard it in such a long time. We’d normally use the more mundane term to “make the tea”.

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There’s nothing like a nice relaxing cuppa after a meal … if there’s room for it!

We were a bit upset afterwards when the presenter of the show was asking if you can still get loose tea, and then she had the gall to say that tea out of a bag was much nicer than loose tea. GRRRRRRRR. Okay everyone has their own opinion, but I don’t like the taste of paper, or as someone that rang in said “I wouldn’t like to drink anyone elses dust sweepings” (referring to the fact that bag tea is made from tea particles that aren’t big enough to go into loose tea).

So instead of making the tea, from now on I might wet it every now and again :*)

How am I going to manage Saturday?

Tomorrow is going to be too much. It’s all lining up before me now, and i can see my fixture congestion coming

7am – 9:30, Milk cows & feed calves

9:30 – 10 Breakfast

10-1:30  Misc jobs

1:30pm dinner

2pm – 4:30 soccer match 

… – 5pm: cows 

5pm – early hours of the morning: Big piss up at the dogs in Cork

Somewhere in between the match and the dogs I have to do the cows. I think the match is going to have to give. I am injured, but players have to attend even if they’re injured. I’ll have to work something out.

I should be in bed at this stage, I still have to go and have a look at the cows. so that’s another half hour sleep gone :! Something is going to give. It might be me!