Thursday 26 March 2009
A miniature steam train crossing the stage.
Betty the waitress on a kid's scooter.
Lunched at Pan Asia, even quieter than last week, but the food was just a good.This time we took the Metro tram to Boundary, one stop later but similar distance from the theatre. Caught the return tram from there, managing the be seated unlike last week. We got to Oxford Rd. station in good time to get an earlier train, arriving back half an hour early.
Last theatre production for me to visit until July. Barbara's going in June to see Cabaret. I'm going with her in July to see West-side Story.
Sunday 15 March 2009
Metro (tram)to the Lowry.
Hoping will lunch in Chinatown at the Pan Asia.
Saturday 14 March 2009
Sadness clouds my world, Liz is dead!
In February 2007, Liz wrote:I've got my medical retirement; now I can take life off hold..(fibromyalgia).
In June 2008 - I've been having trouble with my eyesight for a while now - despite getting a new prescription last November. I've been perceiving things as "dim", noticed a slight change in my colour vision, and occasional difficulties in seeing things in certain areas of my peripheral vision, as well as increasing difficulty with "normal" sizes fonts & print.
She was diagnosed as having a sub arachnoid haemorrhage...
Someone I knew years ago on having a similar diagnosis was immediately rushed into hospital (Walton specialised in brain surgery) and operated upon successfully.
Not my darling Liz, she was kept waiting throughout 2008 until March 2009. Her op was delayed until March 2009...now she is dead!
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."
Edna St. Vincent Millay from Dirge Without Music
Tuesday 10 March 2009
Preserve you memories, they're all that's left of you (to paraphrase Simon n Garfunkel)
Today, my god-daughter arrived with her mother (my one true friend).
S ought to have attended a business meeting, but 10 minutes away from here, she had a message to say 'Meeting cancelled'.
Having almost reached her destination, she continued and arrived to spend the morning here.
Conversation ranged across topics old and new, as it does when we get together. A n I go back some 45 years so there are a lot of memories.
Dogs as in GSDs figure largely, from the original Shan, thro' Sheba, Major n Kira to our present day canine companions.
Shan was favourite when S was but a toddler, Sheba took over followed by Major.
Toddler S arrived to see Auntie Joanie, barged her way past two puzzled barking dogs saying to them "'lo dogs" then "bye dogs" as she made her way to me.
Another time, S was playing with Major whilst the adults chatted in the garden one sunny summer afternoon. Voice called out "the dog prickled me!"
D quickly extracted S from the pyracantha into which she had tumbled.Even today, S remembers the event well