This week www.mamakatslosinit.com has asked us to finish this statement:
Someday I am going to…
Now I remember saying that when I was a little girl…‘Someday’. The term always held such possibilities; as if saying the word out loud was casting a wish.
Picture it… Someone, somewhere in the wish granting world sat watching a giant cinema screen of life when suddenly alarms rage and lights flash as ‘someday’ is spoken with that raised inflection that hints at the naïve enthusiasm of optimism.
Now wipe that picture from your mind… no one is watching! Sigh. How do you know this for sure, you ask? Let me list a few of my somedays… Someday I am going to (remember I rarely take anything seriously)… · Marry Ethan Hawke as he was in White Fang · Be a teacher or at least have something to teach · Get myself a non-Yorkshire accent · Travel to the USA in the hunt of giant pancakes · Write a movie / book / play / anything! · Time travel and tell Jane Austen to give old Darcy a back bone · Be rich and famous(ish) · Be sought for my opinion · Win a movie trivia competition · Have longer legs · Live in a big house with pillars and a circle drive · Be desirable (not just for the longer legs) · Mend my broken heart · Speak several different languages · Have the (metaphorical) balls to go after and get what I want!
And so on and so forth. Now I could list the somedays that did get granted but then I would have to start this post all over again. And I am strapped for time… mostly due to having work to do and a house to run because Ethan chose someone else and I still haven’t gotten over it ha ha.
But I admit I did get my family and my Katharine and I am moderately intelligent with a side of hilarity.
But someday… I promise you… SOMEDAY I AM GOING TO catch hold of my dream, whatever I decide it to be, and dream it. Out loud. :) xx
I need to do a spring clean. I know its half way through October but an Autumn clean just doesn’t have that same enthusiastic ring to it. I have boxes full of items that need to be passed on. Things that still have a great deal of usefulness to them… just not necessarily useful to me.
Books, baby clothes, baby toys, my clothes, DVDs, winter coats, shoes… I could go on but I am starting to scare myself.
The extradition of my horde comes with questions: Where to start? When to put sentimentality to one side? Where to send the stuff? Will I just fill the empty spaces with more things that in a few years time I will be wanting to be rid of? Where do I put the kid and the dog while I am sorting?
Again I could go on but I am scaring myself further. I think the main issue is that I am fed up of living in a jumble sale and shamefully becoming oblivious to said jumble. And Christmas is fast approaching which ultimately comes with a new set of mess to home.
I guess if flowers can still be starting to bloom in the Halloween month I will just have to take advantage of the muddled seasons and get my sort on. Ebay, here I come. :) xx
Agitation at a fading dawn, dreams seemingly delayed; forever, Gone is time in wisdom’s wake; life’s creases dominant, displayed, Eventually youth surrenders, generations replace; full, another moon, … Experiences now memories.
As the sun decided to keep shining today we headed off for a little English Heritage. Northumberland is littered with Castles and so we thought for the last day what would be better than to walk the ruins.
We bypassed Alnwick for Warkworth Castle. The original home of the Percy family who debunked to Alnwick in their later generations.
Even though a lot of this castle is made up of crumbled walls and greener than green grassy areas you could still get a feel of what it would have been like to ride up to the gates on your stead and wait to be permitted entrance. The tower and the architecture in general took you back, made you long for the pride and glory of simpler times.
After the castle we moved on Amble for a spot of Harbour lunch and an Oreo Cookie Ice Cream from a specialist Dairy Farm. How can you not love a farm shop that sells only ice cream and has photographs of their cows on the walls... Like I said above, pride and glory ha ha.
It feels sad that this is our final day, there is just no appeal to go home... Maybe if I lived in a Castle... :) xx
Finally the storms died down enough for us to dare to take the causeway across to the Holy Island. We waited all week, through floods and gale force winds but we Yorkshire folk are nothing if not patient.
It is a beautiful island housing it's own castle and priory.
You have to love the monks...
Due to the tide times we had a limited window to wander around but we were able to see what we had gone to see.
Once our window for escape started to close we headed to the main land and up across the border into Scotland. In Eyemouth we saw a Seal, Rohan finally got to put paw to sand and we felt some of that good weather that we had hoped for.
But some how going to a different country for the day seemed like cheating! :) xx
The sun has taken a day off. We are Yorkies, we don't mind the cold but when you are trying to look around a holiday town filled with shops and the fine rain just will not let up... It makes you miserable.
We did manage to find a restaurant that allowed Rohan in and the decor was warm and friendly which was what we were longing for. But when the bill was over £50 for sandwiches, scones and coffee we almost wished we had eaten fish and chips in the car.
We headed back to our beautiful house where we played games and giggles with Katharine who loved having everyone's attention.
Rohan loved it too, much better than cold paws on cold cobbles.
Tomorrow we pray for a return of the sun but the weather forecast doesn't look too promising. :) xx
We chose Bamburgh after reading it had a lovely village and a castle. This has to be the most impressive castle I have ever seen!! I can take or leave Edinburgh Castle, I found it to be a busy courtyard of rude tourists, but Bamburgh... I was awed.
It is literally built into the mountain! And you can have your wedding here, imagine that! Unfortunately Rohan was not allowed into the grounds so we wandered around the outside taking far too many photographs before we headed into the village.
On the way back to the house we drove through Alnwick so that I could get a glimpse of Hogwarts ha ha. We decided not to go in but to wait until Katharine is old enough to appreciate its history and its current Potter fame.
We are going to start a list of MUST SEES and in a couple of years start ticking off the ones that Katharine views. :) xx
I have this vision; it comes to me when I am listening to a particularly beautiful song. It is a flash of a story, maybe an inner desire, an idea?
I am slow dancing in a darkened room with a man. A band plays on a stage behind us, wooden floors are beneath our feet, light comes from a dimmed shiny ball above us. It’s warm but not hot, there may well be a crowd of dancers around us but we are not conscious of it. This man, this mystery dancer, is holding me close with one hand at the small of my back, the other hand hovering as if to cup my face. His brown eyes set in a pale face search mine, glance to my lips, his breathing shallow. This dance, this embrace, this song, this room has us bound together in an oblivion of anticipation.
He closes his eyes and in that moment I almost feel a kiss like a shiver of breath on the back of my neck…
And at that point a new song starts to play and my vision fades but it is always the same man, same room and same feeling of being completely and utterly overwhelmed by one person.
At the moment Katharine has a thing about squeezing herself into small places to play...
Down the side of the television is her current favourite. Me thinks she will soon be up for building a fort or imaginary fairy castle out of an old sheet and the sofa cushions. :) xx - Posted on the move...
Hanging, grasping at that budding vestige of a dream coveted true, Open mind and heart, warmth budding, expectation escalating, Pessimism drowned in an overflow, promise rising cloaking doubt, Evanescent, a mere moment yet felt, sensed, emoted, … springing forth astoundingly.
I went to see ‘The Dark Knight Rises’ because Tom Hardy was in it.
I’m honest at least! I was conscious that his face would be covered the whole 165 minutes and bar about three seconds it was; but I am a die Hardy fan (get it?) and let’s face it… his face might have been hidden but those muscles were not.
And you know what? He was out done. I went for Tom but was bowled over by Joseph. But before I wax lyrical about young JGL…
As an ending to the trilogy this film was immense. I never get to use that word on a day to day basis but in a one word summary that is it… IMMENSE!
The score, the visual effects, the acting (minus Christian Bale – wooden as ever), Anne’s bottom and the twists of the story kept you so entertained that the three hours (including trailers; I quite fancy going to see ‘Lincoln’) flew by. I love my action and I was not disappointed. I was not expecting such a poignant ending either but it worked. The whole thing worked and without revealing any spoilers I have to demand / scream / chant… that was so a hint at another movie!!!!
So, Joseph Gordon-Levitt… I know him of old; at university we had a poster of him up in our bathroom. His wee self would grin at you the whole time you were in there. He saw some sights, owes all our fathers a few goats. And he grow up FINE! And he can act! The last thing I saw him in was ‘500 Days of Summer’ which was fantastic though it did not offer him up as Man of The Week potential. In TDNR he was phenomenal (see another of those big out of the norm words), intense, emotional, charming, buffer than usual and he utterly stole any scene he was in.
He definitely has MOTW contender status.
Overall I would highly recommend the film; even if you haven’t seen the first two you can always back track when you get home.
Score, hmm… 8/10. A little more facial offering from Tom might have gained those extra points. Ha ha. :) xx