2014 in review

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2015

Hello  everyone  I have  missed  you all  and  I am not  really  back  yet! But I  really  want  to wish  you all  the  very  very  best  for  the  New Year!

‚̧ ¬† ¬† ‚̧ ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ‚̧ ¬† ¬† ¬† ‚̧

I miss  you  all and I  will be  back  soon!!

And now we stand on the brink of the New Year.

Exposed,open hearted, eyes wide hiding our fear.

Take that first step into no man’s land

Be brave and strong I am here at hand.

Who knows where tomorrow will take us.

Will it be joy or sorrow or will the monotony take us?

The leap of fate can for no one wait

So come lets fly before it is too late.

Happy New Year | Shah Rukh Khan | Arijit Singh | Shreya Ghoshal

ABBA

Rob Stewart

Christmas love to you all.

Dear  all

With love from willow

I shall not  be on line until  the 30th/31st December. I shall be sorry to miss  all your lovely  posts  and comments. I shall also  be sorry  not to be able  to comment  on your  posts  either. 

I have  not  come  to this  decision easily  but it is for the best  so I am going to  rest  recoup and hopeful  some family  matters  can be sorted  out. 

I wish  you all a wonderful  Christmas with  your family  and friends. Remember I love  you all . 

I did hope ¬†to ¬†organize ¬†a “If ¬†we were having ¬†coffee” For ¬†this ¬†Sunday but I have run out of ¬†time, so I will not be here to host ¬†you all on 28th. Have ¬†no fear ¬†though ¬†Paul ¬†will be doing ¬†his Sunday “If ¬†we were having ¬†coffee” ¬†Thankfully ¬†Mark ¬†over ¬†at¬†http://markbialczak.com/¬† ¬†has ¬†been ¬†kind ¬†enough ¬†to host ¬†Paul’s Sunday ¬†coffee ¬†morning! So ¬†do please ¬†visit ¬†there ¬†for Paul’s ¬†post ¬†and ¬†to look around ¬†Mark’s fantastic blog!

With love willow ¬† ‚̧

Here  are  some  of  my  favourite  Christmas Carols and songs for  you to enjoy.



If we were having Coffee: Christmas, plenty and dearth

Hi everyone  I am publishing   if  we  were having coffee  early  this  week  because  I need  to take  a break!  I will not be on wordpress 23rd December  until  the 30thDec. I know I have been sad  and it has been showing  in my blog. I do hope I have not frightened  you all away!  Now  don’t  panic  Paul’s  wonderful blog  will be  over at Mark Bialczak  blog on Sunday  28th!  Mine  should  appear  here  if I can sort  it out  before  the 23rd! Please  don’t  forget  to visit  there  for coffee! After  that I hope  to be less  weird  and  we will have our  normal Sunday  slot  back!  I hope I shall be less weird  by then too!  I am sorry  that I shall miss all your  posts  but I shall do  my  best to catch up  when I get  back on line! I love  you all  have a Happy  Christmas!!

d4118-coffeeIf we ¬†were having ¬†Coffee: ¬†I would ¬†tell ¬†you what ¬†a ¬†busy ¬†and ¬†difficult ¬†week it has ¬†been here! I have ¬†been ¬†busy ¬†looking ¬†after ¬†the ¬†hubby ¬†who ¬†is ¬†taking ¬†a lot ¬†longer ¬† to recover ¬† from ¬†an operation ¬† he ¬†had ¬†nine ¬†days ago! He ¬†is ¬†complaining about ¬†the standard ¬†of ¬†nursing ¬† that I am providing!! ūüôā ¬†mind ¬†you ¬†he is ¬†saying ¬†this ¬†tongue in cheek!‚Ķ. well I ¬†hope ¬†he is!

 

If we  were having  Coffee: I think I have  finally  managed  to finish  our Christmas  shopping  for family  and  friends. The  hubby  and I  certainly  did  not  need  anything  for  Christmas  so  we have  decided  to  to donate  to Crisis at Christmas   learn  more  here

Homeless At Christmas

I hope it won’t snow this Christmas it’s one of my biggest fears.

It was so bitter last year even thinking of it makes me shudder and shed  tears.

They won’t be eating Turkey with all the trim

Unless they find a charity shelter and they can get in.

The people at the shelters are angels from up above

They give their time and more importantly, plenty love.

They really are saviours they really do so much good.

They give warmth and comfort and Christmas dinner and even  Christmas pud.

OH! why are they out here I hear you say

There are lots of reasons, have you got all day?

Dave got made redundant the bills he couldn’t pay

So the bank stepped in and took his home away.

His wife could not stand the B&B that the social offered them

So she took the children off to live with her mum so Dave won’t see them again.

Jen, she was cheeky girl always having fun

Staying out late and playing up in the end it got too much for her mum!

After a big row one night  in the summer she asked Jen to go,

So she is struggling along out here now,

When you are homeless it is amazing how fast your friends all go.

Rob,  well his story is very sad,

It all started with his drinking then he discovered drugs

He became violent and everything turned bad.

He fell out with his mother’s boyfriend who told him he had to go

And then threw him out into the January snow.

The reasons are legion you can take your pick,

People  who  loose  their jobs  because  they became  sick

From parents who can’t cope

To addictions that make you loose all hope,

Parents or family who beat you, family who will not stop at a touch

They want, you to give them, it all gets way too much.

This may all seem morbid this may all seem too sad

I hate to tell you all, things can be so very, very bad.

People young and old see their hopes and dreams unfold and vanish in clouds of smoke

As they end up on the streets lost and without any hope.

So enjoy your Christmas parties, your families and your Yule tide fare

But as you raise a toast remember the homeless ones out there .

 

So  please  spare  them a thought!

If  we were having coffee:  I  would  say I  feel  so sorry  for  the  the people of  Pakistan where at least 141 killed in a  school in  Peshawar, read  more  here. Why  would  you slaughter  the young  of  your  country??

Also  the  tragic discovery  of   eight children  found dead at a house in Cairns in northern Queensland Australia.

Police said a 34-year-old woman who was the mother of at least seven of the children had been taken to hospital with stab wounds but was stable.

Police have not confirmed Australian reports that the children, aged between 18 months and 15 years, were stabbed.

Australian Prime Minister Tony Abbott said in a statement it was an ‚Äúunspeakable crime‚ÄĚ.

He said all parents would feel ‚Äúgut-wrenching sadness at what has happened‚ÄĚ.

A candlelit vigil and church service were held in Cairns on Friday night.  read  more here.

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Strong Liquor

If  we were having Coffee : I would  say  okay  enough  bad news  lets  have  another coffee  and  some cake ,  maybe  some thing  stronger ?

We  must  not  despair  the  world  has  some  truly  awful  and  evil  goings  on  but  there is  still  a  lot  of  good  out  there  . All we need  to do is look for it!

 

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  I would say  lets  go and see what Paul’s  guest are up to lets  all mix  and have fun.  I would ask you if you would  like
another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/

Warm and Cosy

 

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: GUEST POST ,THE POWER.

Hi everyone ¬†I am publishing ¬† if ¬†we ¬†were having coffee ¬†early ¬†this ¬†week ¬†because ¬†I need ¬†to take ¬†a break! ¬†I will not have internet ¬†access from 23rd December ¬†until ¬†the 30thDec. ¬†Now ¬†don’t ¬†panic ¬†Paul’s ¬†wonderful blog ¬†will be ¬†over at Mark Bialczak ¬†blog on Sunday ¬†28th! Please ¬†don’t ¬†forget ¬†to visit ¬†there ¬†for coffee! After ¬†that I hope ¬†to be less ¬†weird ¬†and ¬†we will have our ¬†normal Sunday ¬†slot ¬†back!

The Power

Paul your Barista

Welcome to Willow‚Äôs weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul and I‚Äôm happy to be here once again inside Willow‚Äôs home where it is nice and toasty, tending to your needs for a cuppa, and sweets. We‚Äôve moved inside to beat the winter cold in the garden. Willow has fluffed the cushions and stared a blaze in the fireplace to make a cozy place to sit. I‚Äôd be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer ‚Äď we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. We can relax with a cuppa and calorie free electronic sweets while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

In case you will be travelling to London over Christmas, you can indulge yourself in Afternoon Champagne Tea at Claridges ‚Äď as pictured above. You can find a picture of a few of the sweets available at the bottom of this post. Oh, just a heads up: the pictures come with some fine print at the bottom: ‚Äúdiscretionary service charge will be added to your bill‚ÄĚ, so behave yourself.

My week‚Äôs been not bad. A few little bumps in the road that caused me to miss my dialysis treatment on Monday ‚Äď they rescheduled me to another hospital and were unable to change my normal transport so as a result I had a scheduled treatment at one hospital and transport to another. I gotta tell you, having done logistics most of my life, I have to bite my tongue and roll my eyes when I see them dabbling in logistics ‚Äď the medical care is second to none; getting the patients, doctors and equipment all in one place at one time often seems beyond them. It is funny in retrospect and if I had deemed it to be life threatening, they would have moved mountains and made it right, no matter the cost. Either way it was going to likely result in my finishing dialysis at about 2 am and then having to wait until 7 am for a ride home. My health was better served by sleeping in my own bed (sleep can sometimes be an issue for dialysis patients and missing too much will cause problems in itself). But by Wednesday, everything was back to normal and they apologize profusely and promised to never do it again.

So, how was your week? Anything interesting going on? Perhaps plans for visitors next week, perhaps travel plans? Have another cuppa and a sweet, settle in and do tell.

1981 Chevette ‚Äď Vroom, Vroom!

I thought perhaps we’d take a short break this week from discussing Christmas and do something else instead. I enjoy our weekly Sunday teas and Willow has encouraged me to discuss any topic that I please. She is very creative, often writing poetry and verse to express her feelings, a talent that I admire and am sadly lacking. However, upon occasion, for reasons I am unable to ferret out, when I am stressed, I will write verse.

Twenty three years ago on Dec 31, 1991, I packed up my little 10 year old Chevette (for our non- North American readers, that was a compact car sold here for many years and it was tiny) and set out from the Maritimes to drive to my girl friend‚Äôs in Ottawa ‚Äď about 700 miles away- where she and I were planning to live. I had no job lined up, an old car, just enough money for gas to get there and even a portable radio taped to the dash for music.

The Power

Being a pensive sort, I used the driving time to think and when I arrived on January 1, 1992, I wrote the following verse:

The Power

Dear God please grant me The Power.

The Power to believe in You and in myself ‚Äď

To the point where I could easily work for someone else

If it was required or equally to have

People work for me and treat them

Fairly as human beings.

The Power to discard what I believed

Was wrong and not long for it back.

The Power to pursue Truth and Love

Without getting caught up in personal gain and sex.

The Power to live without fearing death and,

The Power to die without clinging to life.

The Power of having without needing to possess.

The Power to give without expecting to receive.

The Power to believe in Good without seeing it and

The Power to understand Evil without becoming it.

The Power to Live and make a difference in this physical world Without being dragged down to its level.

Stress Brings Out The Poet

Have another cuppa and a sweet ‚Äď we have Beaver tails available now too and stiffer drink for anyone who pleases. Well, I wrote The Power and left it in passing on my bedside table, not sure what to do with it. I didn‚Äôt keep a diary or any form of written logs, and I didn‚Äôt have anything to join the verse in a file. It was just one of a kind, sitting there on a piece of paper and eyed occasionally somewhat leerily by me. My girlfriend found it homeless and so enjoyed it that, unbeknownst to me, she had it printed on fancy paper, mounted in a frame and gave it to me as a gift. It has accompanied me wherever I have moved for the last 23 years. Looking back I can see that it well expressed my emotions at the time: jobless, new home in a new city, broke, new relationship (that came with 2 kids ‚Äď also new), and every other stressor available to mankind. Ha! Still had my radio taped to the dash ‚Äď that was some comfort. Do you have any stories about big life changes over the years and how they affected you?

So, that’s the story of The Power, and it has never been published or even seen by anyone other than my Ex until today. I hope you enjoyed it. So it’s time to settle in front of the fireplace with another cuppa. Sweets anyone? Willow and I are honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please feel free to look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Have a great week.

We look forward to seeing you here for tea (or the beverage of your choice) again next  week.

A Sampling of Sweets at Claridges Christmas Champagne Tea

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would ask you if you would  like another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/ 

NO MORE!

These last few weeks have been  so hard to cope  with

Days so dark  I have not wanted  to wake up or  even live.

Ties so deep that  they should  never be tested

Pulled  so taught  while  they argued  and each other  bested!

 

So much illness too in the family  I am finding  so hard  to bare

There is  no way I can close  my  eyes and ears to it, truth is I really  care.

Christmas  presses closer  like an evil leach. Dragging me down to hell

It sucks my ¬†heart out and shreds ¬†my soul, stress that ¬†I can’t ¬†quell.

 

Well I can take  no more  of  this.

I shall retreat  in to  my  music, headphones bliss.

Run I  shall run, dance I shall dance in  my  head

I shall float away  before it  all explodes in y  head!

Willowdot21  2014

Who better  to help  me  than Immie .   She is amazing  she tells  my life   as it is!

Sparks might fly, in no time.
It’s a delayed reaction of the third kind. (ooh)
I’m so ready for this.
Shrink-wrapped tones, I can face the music.
Stop matters bonding us way beyond
Our best by-days.

You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, so no hard feelings.
We’ve done all we could and all again. I‚Äôm done pretending.
Let’s quit while we’re still friends.

Making up stories that grew to be too tall,
My fortress to forget couldn’t take anymore.
You nearly watched me ruin everything, everything!
There’s a number one rule of don’t-do’s.
Well we knew it all too well.
You were supposed to be looking out for me!
Have you any idea how difficult it’s been?

You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, so no hard feelings.
We’ve done all we could, and all again. Let‚Äôs save ourselves a sorry ending.
You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, but this is as far as we can stretch.
Let’s stop pretending, stop pretending.
And quit while we’re still friends
[x2]

Well I was so young, misguided maybe.
But still this hands over my every pen to paper.
And this all started with a song.
Let this be our last one.
Drop, drop. Bridge, bridge!

We’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, but this is as far as we can stretch.
Stop pretending!
And quit while we’re still friends.

I wish you well.
I wish you well… (I wish you well, wish you well, wish you well)

Wish you well, I wish you well, I won’t tell if you won’t tell.
I won’t hold it against you if you bow out gracefully. (gracefully)
Can we just not drag this out, please?
I wish you well, I wish you well, I won’t tell if you won’t tell.
I won’t hold it against you if you bow out gracefully, (do it gracefully!)
Can we just not drag this out?

Imogen Heap  2014

Fallen angel’s Plight

I need to run I need to hide,

My wings  are clipped  my feet are tied.

I need to scream, but I can not cry.

Afraid  to stay , too tired  to fly

Alone  under a moon lit sky.

 

Can I run, can I hide,

Can I beat this pain inside

Will it  end, will I be  no more

Will I find  the key to the locked door.

 

Broken angel  that is  me

No longer blessed no longer free.

Shackled so harshly tied down

Lost  to all now bound to the ground.

 

 

If We Were Having Coffee ‚Äď Dec.14/2014 GUEST POST

                             HOLIDAY CHEER

Welcome to Willow‚Äôs weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul and I‚Äôm happy¬†to be here once again inside Willow‚Äôs home where it is nice and toasty, tending to your¬†needs for a cuppa, and sweets. We‚Äôve moved inside to beat the winter cold in the garden.Willow has fluffed the cushions and stared a blaze in the fireplace to make a cozy place¬†to sit. I‚Äôd be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer ‚Äď we have a wide¬†range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. We can relax with a cuppa¬†and calorie free electronic sweets while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal¬†and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

In the spirit of the season, I found the following video over at LifeBuzz  it is Titled, He Asked 13 Homeless People What They Wanted For Christmas. Their Answers Made Me Feel Shallow. Gifts for the Homeless

This little video follows a gentleman as he asks many homeless people what they would like for Christmas and then provides it for them. It really speaks to the joy of giving and the meaning of Christmas. The looks on the faces of those to whom nothing has ever been given, is priceless. It did my heart good to watch.

Let me pour you a cuppa of your favourite beverage and have a sweet while you enjoy it as well. So the temperatures have been dropping over the last week or so and it has snowed twice and the snow has stayed down. All this gets me to thinking about skating at the canal and eating those delicious Beaver Tails. Speaking of sweets, here’s some that I bet you haven’t seen before, Beaver Tails:

Beaver Tails with various Chocolate Fillings

These delicious hot pastries are fried dough covered with powdered sugar and filled¬†with the topping of your choice ‚Äď jam, chocolate, fruit, etc. (For scale ‚Äď each Beaver Tail¬†pictured above is about twice as long as your hand and about 1 1‚ĀĄ2 times as wide).They are¬†sold through out the winter at kiosks in and around Ottawa. Primarily Beaver Tails are¬†sold on the Rideau Canal Skating rink. This is actually the largest maintained skating rink¬†in the world, comprising over 4.5 miles (7 kms) of canal skating in the city of Ottawa¬†from Downtown to Dow‚Äôs Lake. The canal is open for skating usually by January and¬†stays open until early March. The length of the season depends on the temperature and¬†can run anywhere from 45 days to 90 days. It is free and has changing/warm up rooms,¬†food kiosks, washrooms, etc ‚Äď all on the ice. You can see the little cluster of buildings¬†with services under the bridge in the picture. There are a number of these clusters all¬†along the Canal.

The night time skating is amazing and a real feast for the eyes.

That‚Äôs about all we have room for this week, so it‚Äôs time to settle in front of the fireplace¬†with another cuppa. Sweets anyone? ‚Äď we can even have the kitchen make you some¬†Beaver Tails if you wish. Willow and I are honored that you dropped by today to visit. I¬†hope you‚Äôve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please feel free to look around at¬†Willow‚Äôs other posts while you‚Äôre here. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing¬†you here for tea again next week.

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would ask you if you would  like another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/ 

If we were having Coffee. Operations,Stress,

Welcome, come on in it is lovely  to see you! If we were having Coffee . Come on in the fires are lit  the cushions are plumped up and  we have  the coffee and tea and the cakes and sweets are set out. Paul  and  his guests  are all here  and they are enjoying  the warmth  and food and drinks. We  have  tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you .

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE : I would  say  not a lot  has been happening  this week. I have been looking after  hubby  after  he has been in hospital  for  an operation. Well two operations  actually . How did this happen well he went in for one  and when the surgeon  came  to speak to him  he informed  him he was going to perform a second  procedure too!

I think ¬†the husband ¬†was quite ¬†taken aback, luckily it was too late ¬†to do anything but have the ¬†second operation but ¬†consent! ūüôā .

I was surprised too ¬†but not ¬†by the double operation. No I was taken aback ¬†the amazingly quick turnaround time of the hospital. In at 7am open surgery home by 2pm same day? Well honestly ¬†I know ¬†you are safer ¬†from MRSA CDiffC ¬†at ¬†home ¬†than in hospital ¬† but hey six ¬†and a half ¬†hours ¬†seems ¬†rather hurried! …. But hey I can be a good nurse ¬†and I have ¬†worked hard to look after ¬†and cope ¬†with all of hubbies’ concerns!!

What else can I tell you, IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: well my  eldest  sister  hurt  her  knee  while  she was at  the library, she has  to now wait  to go  for a scan to see  what  the damage is! All she needs  just right now! Sister number two  is also not  doing so well, having  trouble  with he  heart! Sister  number  three well she is still struggling  with her shoulder after  her shoulder operation. I go round each week to wash  her hair! She is struggling  now  because  she has three unexpected  visitors  for Christmas, her  mother in law  and her two sister in laws!

Eldest ¬†brother … well he was supposed ¬†to be having an operation to sort out a leg problem that has been troubling him for at least 18months! Unfortunately ¬†he has ha a problem ¬†with an ingrowing toenail. Sadly ¬†for him ¬†because of the toenail ¬†problem ¬†his long awaited operation ¬†has been postponed until the new year! …. Brother ¬†number two , well he seems healthy ¬†enough ¬†so fingers ¬†crossed ¬†for him!!

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:¬†I would ¬†say ¬†that ¬†it has been great ¬†fun over at Jean’s Social Bridge¬†¬† where ¬†she is hosting ¬†a party , come on over ¬†and join in ¬†here. ¬†Jean has ¬†a wonderful ¬†blog ¬†well worth taking a look at!

Yum Yum

OH! were are  my manners would  you like  another  cuppa and maybe  some cake?

These teddies ¬†look good don’t ¬†they! Mind ¬†you I have eaten way too much today!It ¬†has been one of ¬†those days ¬†when you just pick, pick and pick some more.

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would  say  that  we have had  some really  harsh  weather this  week here in the UK. We  here in the South  have  been  very  much luckier  than those in the North and West! Read more  here!

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I will have to admit  that  although I have been really really  busy this  week not  much of real interest  has happened. I have told  you all my  news  so maybe  now  you would like  to tell me  some of  your  news, personal or international.

But  for  now  let us  join Paul and  his  guests , it is  so cold  we could  break out  the liquors!

 

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  I would say  lets  go and see what Paul’s  guest are up to lets  all mix  and have fun.  I would ask you if you would  like
another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/

 

Lost and lonely.

A single tear touches the red rose

Hope dies slowly as despair grows

Cold and lonely without hope

No way to climb the slope

Why does he cause pain

More loss than gain

Eyes close hide

Lips lied

Lost.

 

 

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