Sayre hosts Fun Monday

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Your assignment for this Fun Monday:

"How will you express your inner-Giver this season? Do you donate to a major charity? Do you serve food in a soup kitchen? Is your generosity something private that you do without recognition or do you hand the guy on the corner a dollar whenever you drive by?

Not only do I want to know what you do, but how you do it, why you do it, and a story about your activity and how it made you feel."

I'm going to put a different slant on this...
To me, giving is an all year round activity, not just for Christmas (as the saying goes).

This is where I acknowledge that I find it far, far easier to give than to receive. Partly it's the way I was treated by my mother. Her idea being that 'what's mine is mine, and what's yours is also mine.' She would throw things away because she'd decided to get rid of them...and if they weren't hers...then all the better. In retrospect, I reckon she was ill, that's the generous version of how I react to her legacy.

This Christmas, DH n I have gone halves on something we can share, a 'shopping trolley' i.e. small run-around (Yaris).

Sazmoe has been given the wherewithal to buy a washing machine for her new home. Neighbour has hyacinths, ready potted up for her to enjoy over the next few months. I'm finishing off knitting a scarf as another gift.

Giving is an ongoing activity...

Simple minor acts of generosity happen because at the time "it seems right so to do".

Wendishness hosts Fun Monday

...it might be nice to share some of the things we are thankful for in our lives.

Feel free to share in words, photos or both, be as creative as you like or just list them down. I think it will be a nice start to the week. I hope you’ll join in – everyone is welcome.

Sunday's christening of Evie, daughter of Si n Shel; part of my extended family. Family because they so generously allow me to be part of their family. How did it come about? To cut a very long story short...we must head back in time to school days...

'N' and I were in the same form, shared similar wicked sense of humour, learnt early on that the best way to survive was to bend rules not break them.

Over the intervening years...we've become to each the sister we never had...hence the link to the wonderful family she married into.

Highlights...
- being godmother to S, N's daughter
- Sharing joint birthday celebrations
- Seeing in New Years
- picking up where we left off, no matter when we meet up or after however long...
- partners who have also become firm friends
- attending family events
- long weekends in Dublin

minor rant with apols to Rantz

Spent part of yesterday in bank queue. Annoyed at brutish, bad-mannered behaviour of another customer ahead of me at the counter.
Yes, some people probably need have their cell phones surgically removed because they are so addicted. It's bad enough having their incessant, nerve-jangling ring-tones shattering one's thoughts,and blasting thro' one's consciousness. Worse by far is the adjunct rude behaviour this entails. Customer with phone welded to their ear, conversing at the counter; treating the bank clerk like an atm!

For months on end,£££££s have been frittered away on ad campaign by the Govt warning against the spread of flu germs. Obviously a waste of time, money and effort. Came across mother and young lad, latter obviously, full of cold germs. From the look of him, mother had probably kept him off school! Not only was she allowing him to handle everything within reach in the store, she let him cough and sneeze over the goods he was handling!

fun Monday

Ari_1965 of Beyond My Slab wants to know:

What is the oldest possession in your house or flat? Describe it or show us a picture. Where did it come from? Why do you hang on to it?

Good timing! My oldest possession is my christening bracelet, and today I've been out shopping for another. Not for me, but for Evie Grace who is being christened next weekend.

Hoping she likes it when she's old enough to appreciate it and that she hangs on to it as I have mine.

Looking back, I seem to have been better at losing things rather than keeping them.