Monthly Archives: April 2009

Pollen allergy day

About once a year I get an attack of swollen glands in my neck.  Painful, and used to frighten me dreadfully.  Then I worked out that it’s some late spring pollen allergy.  Not sure which plant or tree causes it but I’m beginning to suspect the beautiful, slender silver birch.

That’d be a shame.  You can’t shun such a beautiful tree, not for the sake of a couple of uncomfortable days, and the swelling is quickly and easily put to rights with an aspirin pill.

Even so, I had a rotten night with it, waking at two-thirty and not getting a lot of sleep afterwards.

Colours your day yuck, does a painful sleepless night and, when it turns out to be a lovely, soft rainy day, perfectly suited to gazing out of the window and watching the raindrops run down the glass, the yuck is dispiriting.

So I watched a bit of catch-up TV on the computer, sipped coffee, and had a nap mid-morning.  After lunch I popped an aspirin and took myself off for my siesta.  I’ve woken all bright and bouncy but with almost all the day gone, and with my thoughts turning to dinner.

The upset to my computing occasioned by the upgrade to IE8 is just about over now, though I still growl at the thought of the way I can so easily be thrown off course by the promise of a great leap forward in the software arena.  Especially when that great leap forward is little more than a bit of gaudy bunting over a tired old construct.

You’d think that the bad user reception to Vista would make MS quiet and humble, wouldn’t you?  Or perhaps not.  Most people seem to be firmly set in their hatred of MS.  I do try to be balanced and I have to say that my experience with Vista has been almost all good.  With IE8, though, I think they’ve delivered yet another pail of soured milk.  Hey ho.

My experiments with Blogger continue and I’m coming to like the product immensely.  In several important ways it has the advantage of WordPress or, at least of WordPress.com;  the .org version, running in your own space, is a different beast.

I particularly like the Blogroll feature, which ties the RSS-type feed of other people’s blogs in to give a time/date and title of the last update.  That makes it very easy and quick to keep up to date with other folk’s work.

I’m just beginning to explore the freedom available under Blogger to tailor the appearance of the pages almost infinitely.  I do believe that this will give me a good way to restore my lost poetry and writing archives.

I’ve mixed feelings still on the advertising.  It looks fine when you see the cents mount up, and it seems that folks who simply can’t bear advertising either ignore it or use one of several methods of preventing it from appearing.  I shall reserve judgement on this and, in the meantime, let it stand as a little birthday present fund for my 70th.  If it gets to be burdensome I can turn it off at the click of a button, and clear all those old advertisements in one operation.

I’ve decided to let the journal archives sit where they are, spinning happily.  If a way of bringing them forward presents itself I’ll think again.  Until then, the task is simply too large for me.

So, there you go.  I have a nice bottle of well-chilled Bordeaux waiting in the fridge, Graham will be cooking spag. bog. for our dinner, and the telly calls.

It’s a travesty

We’re noodling at the idea of a replacement door and screen between the hall and the living room and today got to the desperate point of motoring over to the local Travesty & Picknose.  The young man there, not as polite and helpful as he might have been, told us they don’t make doors like that any more.

Graham was somewhat downcast.

“Don’t let ‘em get to ya, chicken,” I said.  ”They’re useless as always.  Even their concrete is almost on its sell-by date. I bet Jewson’s do them there single-pane doors and, if not, you’ll be able to find ‘em on eBay.”

He stood there poring over the catalogue, mumbling, and I soon lost my grip and wandered off to look at the crumpled, rumpled old masonry walls of the surrounding buildings.  Utrillo would have appreciated their air of melancholy dissolution, glowing softly in the diffuse sunlight.

Home, and I made him a nice cup of tea and sent him off to phone Jewson’s, where he spoke to a helpful young man who assured him that they could supply what we need, no problem, and at a price we can afford.  For some reason doors and windows still command premium prices.

We’ll pop in on our shopping trip on Monday to place our order.

The rest of the day has been quiet and exceedingly pleasant, working under hazy sun in temperatures that are closer to summer than to spring.  There will be one more light frost some time in the next week and then I can get down to starting my mini-veggie patch.  Looking forward to that, I am.

I am blessed

I hadn’t realised that ‘The Gower’, far from being just a couple of little old seaside villages, is a largish country area, spreading from the west side of Swansea out to… I’m not sure where.  It’s a lot farther than I can walk, that much is as sure as old banana skins.

Okay, let’s leave that thought dangling for a bit.  What other natural areas do I have within my grasp?

Well, to the north, we have an inland hilly area known as the Brecon Beacons.  Some folks would argue that I should use the term ‘mountainous’ rather than ‘hilly’.  I don’t think I have the desire, or the time, to argue that one out.

Now, I don’t know the Beacons awfully well.  I’ve been there only once or twice and then with people who know the area only from the road to and from some pub or other.

I do not measure my landscapes by the pubs they shelter, nor by the roads between.  I’m far more inclined these days to see a landscape as a convenient support for gentle walking, deep breathing, sky, tree and sea watching and, when satiated thusly, to hold a café where I can get something along the lines of sausage, egg, chips and beans and a good deep cup of black tea.  Or fish’n'chips and black tea.

So, then, we have ‘The Gower’ and the ‘Brecon Beacons’, one of them a designated Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty and the other not only that but a National Park to boot.  The near edge of either of them is less than half an hour away by car.

The Gower is fabulous for the sea.  The Beacons are fabulous for huge open views.

I am blessed.  I can happily spend the rest of my life pottering around these places, sea when I feel like smelling the sea, and the hills when I feel like pretending I’m hiking again, relishing the mile upon mile of fresh, unpoluted air.

You know what?  I may well do just that.  I seem to have the sea and the hills and the rest of my life just around the corner and over the hill.

 

Just around the corner and over the hill

Just around the corner and over the hill

Port Eynon

Today we went to Port Eynon, further along the coast from Swansea in the convoluted direction of Tenby and St Davids.  I’m enjoying these seaside excursions.

On the way we called in at Oxwich Bay, which has superb views but is sadly lacking in car parking facilities.  Nowhere to park?  Can’t go there.

Port Eynon however is much more visitor friendly.  We parked, walked a good way along the bay and then came back to ‘The Admiral’s Table’ for lunch.  

Not a bad day out at all.  There will be more tomorrow, I hope, but today I’ll just post a photo of Graham enjoying a lugworm hunt:

 

Tormenting lugworms

Tormenting lugworms

Internet Explorer 8

Graham installed the latest MS Internet Explorer offering [version 8] on his computer this morning while I was sleeping late.  He seems completely happy with it and is wandering about the house doing stuff and whistling merrily.  So I thought I’d give it a try.

Hate it.  But that’s just my first impression.  Let’s give it another try … Nope, still hate it.

Ah well.  I shall stick to Google Chrome.

Now I have to find out why he’s whistling so merrily.  It can’t be IE8, surely?