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-- A street congested with traffic as refugees flee in automobiles to Saigon near the end of the Vietnam War, South Vietnam. --- Image by © Nik Wheeler/CORBIS
City of London police on mountain bikes for rapid movement through congested streets.. . ..© David Hoffman.david@hoffmanphotos.com
Something like this is just the job for getting around an old town with its narrow congested streets and limited(and costly) parking.
This pic of Shun was taken before he got ill...
It breaks my heart to see his wonderful eyes so wet and injured...
Well, let's post the news today:
Girls situation: each day better. Black is teh only one that is still congested and sneezing, but I'm not very worried about her cause she is very active and eating a lot!
Toji: He's got so much better! He is still congested and sneezing, but goes to the windows, scratch the couch and looks so much better
Goku: a little improvment. He still sneezes a lot, nd is congested too, but looks better and happier.
Shun: poor little guy... wet eyes, and now he got congested and sneezing a lot too...
But I'm confident all of this is a bad phase. Thanks a lot for your prayers.
Giane
Title:
Siena Park Residences Parañaque City condo for sale
Description:
WHY RENT IF YOU CAN OWN?
website:
Siena Park Residences, a medium-density condominium village, sets the perfect dwelling for young growing families who aspire for an upgraded lifestyle away from the congested city highways yet providing easy access to these main roads that lead to business districts and places of work.
PROJECT OVERVIEW
Location: West Service Rd., Brgy. Sun Valley, Bicutan, Parañaque City
Land Area : 3.1 Hectares
Theme : Modern Contemporary
Project Type : MID_RISE (11)
Price Range : PHP 2.3-4.6M
RFO Date : RFO
OUTDOOR AMENITIES
Basketball Court
Cabanas
Clubhouse
Waterplay
Kiddie Pool
Lounge Pool
Pool Deck
INDOOR AMENITIES
Game Room
Entertainment Room
Convenience Store
Fitness Gym
Launge Area
Meeting Room
Audio Visual Room
Multi Function Hall
Function Hall
Laundry and Pick up Station
Water Refilling Station
Siena Park Residences - Location
Bicutan - Paranaque
The property is located along West Service Road, Brgy. Sun Valley, Bicutan, Parañaque City.
HOW TO GET THERE
From EDSA:
Take EDSA hi-way south bound route, upon reaching Magallanes Interchange flyover, follow lane going to Nichols/SLEX. Drive straight and exit at the Merville tollgate / West Service Road. Drive straight towards Bicutan, Siena Park Residences gate is beside Toyota Bicutan Showroom.
From C5:
Take C5 south bound route, climb C5 flyover going to SLEX southbound, then Exit to Bicutan, detour at SM Bicutan going to West Service road north bound, drive few meters turn left upon reaching Toyota Bicutan Showroom.
AREA DISTANCES
Schools and Universities
NameDistance (in Km)Estimated Travel Time
Don Bosco (Makati)
Assumption San Lorenzo (Makati)
Colegio San Agustin (Makati)
International School (Taguig)
British School Manila (Taguig)
St. James Parañaque (Paranaque)
San Beda College (Muntinlupa)
De La Salle Santiago-Zobel (Muntinlupa)
St. Scholastica’s College (Manila)
De La Salle University (Manila)
College of St. Benilde (Manila)
Hospitals
Name
St. Lukes Hospital (Taguig)
Paranaque Doctors Hospital
Asian Hospital (Muntinlupa)
Business District
Name
Makati CBD
Alabang/Filinvest/Muntinlupa CBD
Ortigas CBD
Airport
Name
Domestic Airport
NAIA 1
NAIA 2
NAIA 3
Public Market
Name
Bicutan Wet Market
Sport Center
Name
SM Bicutan
Robinsons Supermarket
Glorieta Makati8.40
Greenbelt Makati
Shopwise Sucat Paranaque
Alabang Town Center
Festival Mall Alabang
Churches
Name
Holy Family Chapel
Mary Help of Christian Church
Our Lady of Miraculous Medal Church
Very affordable condominium
Very few units left!
Hurry! Reserve now!
Note: Walk-In Clients will not Accommodate!
Just Set an Appointment,
Thank you.
For showroom assistance and reservation please contact:
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The third dawn in Mum's house, and almost certainly, the last one i would see from the windows of her house.
The family house.
I decided to sleep with just the camber-wick bedspread on, get under that, and all was good until I got under it, and dropped it on my resting body, and a cloud of dust rose picked out in the light beams of the bedside lamp.
You might recall I am certainly allergic to house dust.
So, I took two emergency squirts of nasal spray, and did get four hours sleep, but woke at three, wide awake and congested.
That was it for sleep.
So, I lay there for a while, then got the computer out, dod some stuff, listened to some radio, so the night faded and dawn came.
I forgot the house clearers were due to return to do the garage, but Sheila (the cleaner) was due to come round before nine to collect a key. But with a stack of things to do in town, I was worried there wouldn't be enough time.
So, I loaded the car with the collection of stuff I saved from the house, then sat on the wall until nine, and when no one had come, I locked the house and left.
Once in town, first call was a key cutter to provide a spare set for the solicitor, for when the time comes to sell the house. I then go tot he post office to get a mail redirection form.
Both tasks had taken less than ten minutes, not having enough time was no longer a problem.
I go to Starbucks for breakfast, have a panini and a huge flavoured latte with an extra shot. I sit at a table in the winodw, so I could look out on the street to see if I saw anyone I knew.
I didn't.
And in the three days, I saw no one else other than those I called round to tell about Mum's passing. You would hardly believe I spent the first 25 years in the town.
At ten I went to the funeral directors to finalise the details of Mum's cremation, and fix a date.
We always assumed that it would be well into November. But they felt keeping Mum hanging around for six weeks might not be kind to her, so we agreed a very short time frame, with her cremation at Gorleston on 11th October at ten in the morning. Meaning, we leave from here on Thursday evening, drive to a hotel in East Anglia,. Spend the night there, before driving up in the morning, then driving to London to drop the car off and going to the UJC to spend another night, then on Saturday, travel to Heathrow to catch the plane to Chicago.
Wow.
Meaning we won't be thinking about the funeral when we're away, but the healing process will already have started.
A wise move in the end.
But it is going to be tight.
Once I had chosen the hymn and details, I was asked about the walk out music: both my parents loved Billy Fury, so I said Halfway to Paradise.
And just thinking of it, I began to cry. The first tears since Mum had passed.
Where did that come from?
The lady said that it happens with the emitional connection with music.
That completed, I walk back to the Journal office to put in a new notice for the funeral, but the lady on the desk, about to be fired, simply ammended the previous notice to show the funeral details, so saving me £36.
Take that penpushers!
And I was done.
I could go home.
So I walk down the High Street for the last time, past the charity shops and empty stores.
I get in the car, turn the key and move off, driving into traffic inching over the bascule bridge, then down the spine road t join the A12, and head south.
The sun was shining, it wasn't quite warm enough to have a window open, but my mood lightened, even though I was beyond tired.
Traffic was very light, so the drive to Whickham Market where the good roads start, then cruise round Ipswich, down to Colchester, Chelmsford and to the M25.
All in two hours.
Over the bridge and back into Kent.
My plan was to visit Jen, but the A2 was blocked at Canterbury. So I go down Bluebell Hill, to the other motorway, then cruise down there, pas the usual familiar route markers to Folkestone.
Jen was there with John, and it was good just to talk to people, have a relaxing brew and unwind.
At four I drove home through the narrow lanes of Pineham and Guston, then home. Where there was the usual feline welcoming committee waiting.
I feed the mogs, then make a coffee. And sit on the sofa, not having unloaded the car. Jools got fish and chip on the way home from work, I buttered some bread for chip butties, made brews, so when she arrived home, we just plated the food up, and went to eat.
We walked lots about what had happened, of course, and the details of next week. A hire car was ordered, and so all seems set for next week. I had called my boss during the day too to keep her informed, and that come 28th October I would be able to do some work, then after the two lots of training courses, back to work as normal from the 18th November, with almost all been having done.
So, I had sorted out just about everything in three days. Not a bad job, but I was drained, more tired than I had ever felt before. We listened to Marc Riley, then went to bed at nine.
Here is the media release... from the cycling promotion fund
Media Release: 18 Sept 2012
AUSTRALIA RE-CREATES WORLD FAMOUS TRANSPORT PHOTO
On Sunday 9th September 69 volunteers, 69 bicycles, 60 cars and one bus gathered in Canberra to recreate a world-renowned photograph taken more than 20 years ago to demonstrate the advantages of bus and bicycle travel in congested cities.
The captured image shows the typical space occupied in a city street by three common modes of transport—cars, bicycles and a bus—and is being made available free of charge to organisations, group and individuals to help promote the efficiency of public transport and cycling in congested cities.
“The image succinctly illustrates the greater space efficiency of bus and bicycle travel,” spokesperson for the Cycling Promotion Fund (CPF), Mr Stephen Hodge said.
“In the space it takes to accommodate 60 cars, cities can accommodate around sixteen buses or more than 600 bikes.”
While many developed nations are embracing active travel, Australia is missing major opportunities to develop efficient and convenient transport options that have significant health and economic benefits.
“Eight out of ten Australian adults still use a private motor vehicle to travel to work or full-time study, just 14% take public transport, 4% walk and a mere 2% cycle, with 30% of these trips in the cities under 3km” Mr Hodge said.
“If Australians continue on this path it is estimated that productivity loss due to avoidable congestion—the economic loss due to the amount of time wasted in traffic—will be $20 billion by 2020.”
The Australian photographic initiative was funded by the Cycling Promotion Fund, the ACT Government and online donations from Australians via the Go! Alliance website, also receiving in-kind support from Pedal Power ACT. The project used 69 people, as this is the capacity of a standard Canberra bus, and 60 cars, as this is the number occupied on average by 69 people.
“There’s been great interest from cities across Australia and we’re hoping that by making the image freely available this interest translates into wide dissemination,” Mr Hodge said.
“As Australia’s population swells and our cities experience ever increasing congestion we need to get smarter about how we use existing road space—including investing more in alternatives such as public transport and cycling—if we are to move people more efficiently and effectively.”
See photo below:
Contacts/information
•Stephen Hodge, Mob 0411 149 910, shodge@cyclingpromotion.com.au
•Peter Bourke, Mob 0438 871 271, pbourke@cyclingpromotion.com.au
•Download the Australian transport photo from [bit.ly/PJ0ZAD ], 1600px, 2400px and 3600px versions available for download.
•Australian Documentaries has kindly put together a short video for us of the making of the Canberra Transport Photo, see youtu.be/YEVaP-W4Vs4.
•See www.cyclingpromotion.com.au for more details.
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It is the undisputed king of the Brooklyn skyline, the most populous borough's only widely recognized piece of architecture that is not a roller coaster. . . . [It] casts its shadow over the congested crossroads of Flatbush and Atlantic Avenues, towering a good 400 feet over almost everything in the vicinity and visible from the Jersey Shore.
Andy Newman of the NY Times wrote those words back in 2002, when the 512-foot Williamsburgh Savings Bank Tower was still the tallest building in Brooklyn. Things have changed dramatically since then.
The stylistically incongruous dome that sits atop the 1929 tower, intended as a visual reference to the bank's previous headquarters, was hated by the building's architects but insisted upon by the bank. Over the years, the dome has found its way into the hearts of Brooklyn residents proud that their borough is home to "New York's most exuberant phallic symbol" (Street View), lovingly dubbed "the Willie".
From the same Times article quoted above:
For the 16,000-odd customers of the branch, the basilicalike banking hall remains a pretty awe-inspiring place to fill out a deposit slip. From a 63-foot-high vaulted gold-leaf ceiling mosaic of zodiac figures and other celestial ephemera to the intricate wrought-iron biblical-looking men and women that serve as the legs of an inch-thick green glass counter illuminated by lamps hanging from stylized metal camel faces, the place dazzles.
But the building was more than just a bank. It also evolved into an unlikely hub of oral health; at the high point, there were "well more than 100 dentists" with offices inside these walls. By 2005, that number was down to 40, and most of those were forced out shortly thereafter, when a development team that included Magic Johnson converted the place into luxury condominiums.
Near the top of the tower, you can see "what was for decades the largest four-faced clock in the world". I'll wrap up this post with the closing paragraphs of the 2002 Times article:
The clocks, after all these years, still have a vexing tendency to run slow sometimes, and not even uniformly. One face can read perfect time while another lingers in the past.
Up in the control room of the clock tower recently, with Brooklyn laid out in dizzying 360-degree splendor just outside the door, the building engineer, William Harris, explained how this happens.
The four clocks run on separate motors, so there is nothing to keep them synchronized. "And sometimes," he said, "when you get a heavy wind, it can spin the hands." The hour hands, nine feet long, weigh almost 300 pounds. The minute hands are nearly twice that size. The wind is stronger. The strongest winds, Mr. Harris said, blow on the east and south sides, so those clocks have the most trouble.
As he spoke these words, at 4:16 p.m., the east clock, facing Fort Greene, read 3:58. Mr. Harris grabbed a large crank and wound the hands forward 18 minutes, undoubtedly puzzling anyone who happened to be looking up.
"That should do it," he said.
Savasana, or the Corpse Pose, is the favorite of many aging Yoga devotees.
It's very restful.
In yoga parlance:
Energized means Exhausted
Congested means Arthritic
To be honest, though, the Yoga vocabulary is very encouraging.
The Orioles, with Diz Russell at the mic, in 2015. (Sarah L. Voisin/The Washington Post)
By Terence McArdleNovember 23, 2016
Albert “Diz” Russell, a baritone lead singer with two influential doo-wop groups, the Regals and the Orioles, died Nov. 16 at a hospital in Cheverly, Md. He was 83.
Mr. Russell gave his last public performance in February at Mr. Henry’s in Washington after being diagnosed with dementia. His wife, Millie Russell, said the immediate cause of death was congestive heart failure.
The Regals recorded the rollicking “Got the Water Boiling” — with its memorable couplet, “I’ve got your water boiling, baby / I’m gonna cook your goose” — for Atlantic Records in 1954.
The record was a strong seller in regional markets, including Washington. But its melody and catchy rhythms became the basis for a more popular recording the following year, “Speedoo,” by a rival vocal group, the Cadillacs. Millie Russell said that in later decades, she was able to claim royalties from “Speedoo,” a signature doo-wop hit and oldies radio staple, on Mr. Russell’s behalf.
Baltimore doo-wop singer Sonny Til hired the Regals in 1955 to replace his original backup group, the Orioles, which had quit in a financial dispute. Mr. Russell left Til in 1960 to focus on other employment — he owned book and record stores as well as optometry shops in Washington — but rejoined the Orioles in 1978.
After Til died in 1981, Mr. Russell took over as lead singer and frequently rearranged Til’s best-known repertoire — including “It’s Too Soon to Know” and “Crying in the Chapel” — to suit his baritone over Til’s tenor range. The group was also rebranded as the Legendary Orioles and appeared on the oldies circuit.
“People said to me, ‘Why let it die?,’ ” Mr. Russell told The Washington Post in 2002. “So I didn’t let it. We’re like General Motors. The car doesn’t stop because all the executives are dead.”
Albert Russell was born in Nashville on Nov. 3, 1933, and grew up in Cleveland. He played trumpet in high school and was nicknamed after his horn-playing musical idol, Dizzy Gillespie.
Mr. Russell also sang in a vocal group that rehearsed at the local YMCA. Jazz saxophonist James Moody overheard them and encouraged them to take their act on the road.
After several personnel and name changes, the group went to New York. “We drove there in a 1946 Buick convertible with the top all torn, and right as we drove into New York City, that car just collapsed,” Mr. Russell told The Post.
In Mr. Russell’s telling, they walked into Duke Ellington’s office in the Brill Building and auditioned with the bandleader himself. Ellington got the 4 Jays — as they were then called — a job at a nightclub. When the group took on a fifth singer, the members rechristened themselves the Regals.
In 1954, Bobby Schiffman, whose family owned the Apollo and several other theaters in black neighborhoods, signed on as their manager, and they recorded for Aladdin and Atlantic Records.
Schiffman loved their sound, but, feeling that they lacked stage presence, hired Cholly Atkins of the dance team Coles and Atkins to choreograph them. (Atkins later created stage routines for the Temptations.)
Survivors include his wife of 60 years, Millie Chambliss Russell, and their son, Christopher Russell, both of Washington; two sisters; two grandchildren; and a great-grandchild.
“We play 40 years of music in 40 minutes in our show,” Mr. Russell once said.
He added, “That’s what we’re about — we try to satisfy everybody.”
TOKYO – When Army Maj. Gen. James F. Pasquarette assumed command of U.S. Army Japan (USARJ) July 8, 2015, he immediately took initiative to personally meet the troops under his command as well as key leaders from his host nation partners.
Pasquarette's tour of his area of responsibility began in earnest when he and members of his staff boarded a UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter July 10 from Camp Zama, Japan. Flying hundreds of feet above the congested highways at sometimes at level with Japan's sea of skyscrapers, Pasquarette acquired a bird's eye view of the American and Japanese military installations scattered among the urban jungle.
“We overflew Sagami General Depot, Yokohama North Dock and Hardy Barracks, said Milton Jackson, garrison manager at Camp Zama. “Our new commander now has clearer picture of the facilities, equipment and watercraft managed by the Army, and he can better understand where and how these individual installations interact with one another.”
According to Jackson, the USARJ primary mission comprises the rapid deployment of troops and materiel from one theater to another. As the Army's largest logistical hub in Asia, the command must maintain a streamlined sustainment system capable of moving thousands of tons of supplies and equipment via land and sea.
“Sagami Depot has rolling stock and Yokohama North Dock has watercraft,” said Jackson. “We must overcome the challenges posed by Japan's dense population centers by developing methods that rapidly move and load stock onto our watercraft so that we may better project our presence in the Pacific. Fortunately, our Japanese allies are willing to support us if a major threat or disaster called for a sudden mass movement.”
After a brief stop at Yokota Air Base to meet with Air Force Gen. John L. Dolan, commanding general, U.S. Force Japan, Pasquarette touched down near the heart of Tokyo where members of America's staunchest allies welcomed him with the pomp and circumstance befitting a general.
“On behalf of the JGSDF (Japan Ground Self-Defense Force), welcome to Japan,” said Gen. Kiyofumi Iwata, chief of staff, JGSDF, to Pasquarette after the two commanders sat in a decorative conference room inside Japan's Ministry of Defense. “We look forward to continuing our dialog of bilateral coordination between our two countries as JGSDF pursues its transformation into a dynamic joint defense force.”
The dialog consisted of one-on-one conversations with not only Iwata but also Adm. Katsutoshi Kawano, chief of staff, Japan Self-Defense Force, and Hideshi Tokuchi, vice minister of international affairs, Japan Ministry of Defense. The four men discussed previous achievements, current operations and potential challenges facing their respective commands and presented ideas on how to strengthen interoperability among their forces through combined training exercises and expanded service member exchange programs.
“We currently have several dozen JSDF service members embedded with [U.S. military] units,” said Pasquarette. “I believe extending this program so that our Soldiers can work within the JGSDF will further enhance our partnership.”
Pasquarette also ensured his hosts that the United States Army remains committed to its allies in the Pacific despite looming force reductions and ongoing operations in Europe and the Middle East.
“The Army recently announced that it will cut the number of troops in the active component from 450,000 to about 410,000,” said Pasquarette. “This rebalance of the force has no effect on our strength and readiness in the Pacific. Our alliance is more important than ever. That's why we're keeping our best trained and best equipped Soldiers in Japan and Korea.”
After a two-hour visit that started with with a JSDF band playing “The Star-Spangled Banner” and ended with a warm exchange of plaques and handshakes, Pasquarette and his team boarded a helicopter bound for Camp Zama.
“I have worked extensively throughout the Pacific during my Army career,” said the former armor officer and chief of staff of U.S. Army Pacific. “The JSDF consists of some of the world's most capable and professional men and women in uniform. I look forward to building stronger relationships with them and become a valuable partner in its transformation."
U.S. Army photos by Sgt. John L. Carkeet IV, U.S. Army Japan
It is the undisputed king of the Brooklyn skyline, the most populous borough's only widely recognized piece of architecture that is not a roller coaster. . . . [It] casts its shadow over the congested crossroads of Flatbush and Atlantic Avenues, towering a good 400 feet over almost everything in the vicinity and visible from the Jersey Shore.
Andy Newman of the NY Times wrote those words back in 2002, when the 512-foot Williamsburgh Savings Bank Tower was still the tallest building in Brooklyn. Things have changed dramatically since then.
The stylistically incongruous dome that sits atop the 1929 tower, intended as a visual reference to the bank's previous headquarters, was hated by the building's architects but insisted upon by the bank. Over the years, the dome has found its way into the hearts of Brooklyn residents proud that their borough is home to "New York's most exuberant phallic symbol" (Street View), lovingly dubbed "the Willie".
From the same Times article quoted above:
For the 16,000-odd customers of the branch, the basilicalike banking hall remains a pretty awe-inspiring place to fill out a deposit slip. From a 63-foot-high vaulted gold-leaf ceiling mosaic of zodiac figures and other celestial ephemera to the intricate wrought-iron biblical-looking men and women that serve as the legs of an inch-thick green glass counter illuminated by lamps hanging from stylized metal camel faces, the place dazzles.
But the building was more than just a bank. It also evolved into an unlikely hub of oral health; at the high point, there were "well more than 100 dentists" with offices inside these walls. By 2005, that number was down to 40, and most of those were forced out shortly thereafter, when a development team that included Magic Johnson converted the place into luxury condominiums.
Near the top of the tower, you can see "what was for decades the largest four-faced clock in the world". I'll wrap up this post with the closing paragraphs of the 2002 Times article:
The clocks, after all these years, still have a vexing tendency to run slow sometimes, and not even uniformly. One face can read perfect time while another lingers in the past.
Up in the control room of the clock tower recently, with Brooklyn laid out in dizzying 360-degree splendor just outside the door, the building engineer, William Harris, explained how this happens.
The four clocks run on separate motors, so there is nothing to keep them synchronized. "And sometimes," he said, "when you get a heavy wind, it can spin the hands." The hour hands, nine feet long, weigh almost 300 pounds. The minute hands are nearly twice that size. The wind is stronger. The strongest winds, Mr. Harris said, blow on the east and south sides, so those clocks have the most trouble.
As he spoke these words, at 4:16 p.m., the east clock, facing Fort Greene, read 3:58. Mr. Harris grabbed a large crank and wound the hands forward 18 minutes, undoubtedly puzzling anyone who happened to be looking up.
"That should do it," he said.
The third dawn in Mum's house, and almost certainly, the last one i would see from the windows of her house.
The family house.
I decided to sleep with just the camber-wick bedspread on, get under that, and all was good until I got under it, and dropped it on my resting body, and a cloud of dust rose picked out in the light beams of the bedside lamp.
You might recall I am certainly allergic to house dust.
So, I took two emergency squirts of nasal spray, and did get four hours sleep, but woke at three, wide awake and congested.
That was it for sleep.
So, I lay there for a while, then got the computer out, dod some stuff, listened to some radio, so the night faded and dawn came.
I forgot the house clearers were due to return to do the garage, but Sheila (the cleaner) was due to come round before nine to collect a key. But with a stack of things to do in town, I was worried there wouldn't be enough time.
So, I loaded the car with the collection of stuff I saved from the house, then sat on the wall until nine, and when no one had come, I locked the house and left.
Once in town, first call was a key cutter to provide a spare set for the solicitor, for when the time comes to sell the house. I then go tot he post office to get a mail redirection form.
Both tasks had taken less than ten minutes, not having enough time was no longer a problem.
I go to Starbucks for breakfast, have a panini and a huge flavoured latte with an extra shot. I sit at a table in the winodw, so I could look out on the street to see if I saw anyone I knew.
I didn't.
And in the three days, I saw no one else other than those I called round to tell about Mum's passing. You would hardly believe I spent the first 25 years in the town.
At ten I went to the funeral directors to finalise the details of Mum's cremation, and fix a date.
We always assumed that it would be well into November. But they felt keeping Mum hanging around for six weeks might not be kind to her, so we agreed a very short time frame, with her cremation at Gorleston on 11th October at ten in the morning. Meaning, we leave from here on Thursday evening, drive to a hotel in East Anglia,. Spend the night there, before driving up in the morning, then driving to London to drop the car off and going to the UJC to spend another night, then on Saturday, travel to Heathrow to catch the plane to Chicago.
Wow.
Meaning we won't be thinking about the funeral when we're away, but the healing process will already have started.
A wise move in the end.
But it is going to be tight.
Once I had chosen the hymn and details, I was asked about the walk out music: both my parents loved Billy Fury, so I said Halfway to Paradise.
And just thinking of it, I began to cry. The first tears since Mum had passed.
Where did that come from?
The lady said that it happens with the emitional connection with music.
That completed, I walk back to the Journal office to put in a new notice for the funeral, but the lady on the desk, about to be fired, simply ammended the previous notice to show the funeral details, so saving me £36.
Take that penpushers!
And I was done.
I could go home.
So I walk down the High Street for the last time, past the charity shops and empty stores.
I get in the car, turn the key and move off, driving into traffic inching over the bascule bridge, then down the spine road t join the A12, and head south.
The sun was shining, it wasn't quite warm enough to have a window open, but my mood lightened, even though I was beyond tired.
Traffic was very light, so the drive to Whickham Market where the good roads start, then cruise round Ipswich, down to Colchester, Chelmsford and to the M25.
All in two hours.
Over the bridge and back into Kent.
My plan was to visit Jen, but the A2 was blocked at Canterbury. So I go down Bluebell Hill, to the other motorway, then cruise down there, pas the usual familiar route markers to Folkestone.
Jen was there with John, and it was good just to talk to people, have a relaxing brew and unwind.
At four I drove home through the narrow lanes of Pineham and Guston, then home. Where there was the usual feline welcoming committee waiting.
I feed the mogs, then make a coffee. And sit on the sofa, not having unloaded the car. Jools got fish and chip on the way home from work, I buttered some bread for chip butties, made brews, so when she arrived home, we just plated the food up, and went to eat.
We walked lots about what had happened, of course, and the details of next week. A hire car was ordered, and so all seems set for next week. I had called my boss during the day too to keep her informed, and that come 28th October I would be able to do some work, then after the two lots of training courses, back to work as normal from the 18th November, with almost all been having done.
So, I had sorted out just about everything in three days. Not a bad job, but I was drained, more tired than I had ever felt before. We listened to Marc Riley, then went to bed at nine.
Péage urbain de Londres, institué en 2003. La zone est traversée par un très grand nombre de lignes de bus, en rouge sur la carte
"In ancient times, cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this."
+ 2 more photos
Poor delusional Tugger :)
Happy Whisker Wednesday !
After another Tech. visit , this time ,they say it's their fault !!!!!!!!! It's a "congested node" , too many people on the "Ultra100" and they will have it fixed by the end of the month(didn't say which month !)Get good speed at 4-6AM , by 9am starts slowing , and by late afternoon is glacial !
Charter has HEAVILY promoted their Ultra service , but it's selling something that can't be reliably delivered ! GRRRRRRRRRR !
Basal leaves congested, elliptic to ovate or lanceolate, to 10 cm long and 30 mm wide.
Flowering November to December.
Grows in wet crevices and on damp ledges of sandstone cliffs often among mosses, grasses and ferns; chiefly in the Blue Mountains, also on the coast on rocky outcrops north of Sydney.
A congested view of just some of the many Las Vegas hotels. Taken from the rear of the Tropicana Hotel, I was amazed by just how many hotels I could get in one shot!
BEL AIR - A 90 acre wildfire in the Sepulveda Pass threatened Bel-Air canyon estates, congested traffic across the Westside, and had firefighters relentlessly battling flames for three days in record-breaking heat.
On September 14, 2012 at 3:36 PM, a fire broke out along Sepulveda Boulevard near Getty Center Drive, just east of the 405 freeway. First arriving firefighters reported two acres burning in heavy brush. The blaze quickly spread beyond the capability of the initial responders and further assistance was immediately requested. (READ MORE)
© Photo by Mike Meadows
Charles was going to have a rotten tooth out, but abnormal abdominal breathing led to tests to see if he would survive the anaesthetic. Seven hundred bucks later, we established what I kind of knew already, which is that he's a fifteen year old cat approaching his retirement in the sky. (As a buddhist, I think he might come back for another life, though........maybe as a yak in Tibet? :):):)........I really wouldn't be surprised if he made human birth one day either...........).
I figured, if I paid the money and there was nothing else now to be done, the least I could do was share this in the interests of scientific knowledge.
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I’ve stated rain in the title, but looking at it again and racking my failing memory, I think this was thawed snow. It accounts for congested nature of the water drops.
Relative quiet on a Sunday afternoon at one of the most congested junctions in the country, seen from the 24th floor of Balfron Tower. The heavy landscaping in the islands is coming along well. Note the soundproof barriers separating the main roads from the residential areas behind - they are necessarily a major feature in this area. The greenery plays its role here too.
Congested, noisy and smelly downtowns have found a new urbane way to treat their citizens and visitors - the fused grid network (see Wiki and photostream).
It combines normal all mobility mode streets with pedestrian-only streets that recapture the feeling and the ownership of the public realm. They offer tranquility, a relaxed canter and social space for casual encounters.
At the same time they amplify the opportunity for windowshoping and shopping undisturbed by the unpleasant intrusions of traffic.
Landscaping lures and refreshes peoples senses.
Above: Note how congested with boats the docks are, along the head of the Patchogue River, and the waiting warehouses.
Below, A haul of fresh shellfish, being hauled to shore for sale by the bushel basket.
These depict obviously thriving maritime enterprises in Patchogue.
Located in congested and dirty Chattawalla Gully (Umbrella Makers Lane), this small temple, built in 1905 is virtually obliterated by tall match box office buildings all around.
Allie has a sneeze and congested nose. She was given antibiotics. She is now sounding and feeling better.
When Alberta Ellis was told by doctors in December that her kidneys had been damaged by congestive heart failure, she had not imagined how drastically her life would change in the coming year.
She had not imagined she would be tethered to a dialysis machine, having to rush back even from the grocery store to undergo dialysis four times a day – at 8 a.m., noon, 4 p.m. and 8 p.m. She had not imagined that the same machine that kept her alive would take away her freedom.
She had not imagined she would end up with three kidneys in her body, or that one of them would be from her son Eric.
Of the Ellis' three children, Eric is always the first to help out. When he discovered that his mother was having health problems, his first thoughts were to move home and see if the two were compatible for a kidney transplant.
Although he knew the transplants are often much harder on the donor's body, Eric never wavered in his decision. "There was no stopping me," he said, grinning at his mother.
On Feb . 6 , mother and son discovered they were a match.
"I kinda had the feeling we would be," Eric said.
"We matched right from the beginning," his mother replied.
The two went into surgery on July 11. Eric had three holes cut into him for his laparoscopic surgery. Mrs. Ellis left surgery with 56 sutures and a healthy kidney.
When Eric awoke in a hospital room at MCG down the hall from his sleeping mother, he was in a lot of pain, but another sensation overpowered it .
"Emotionally, I felt real good doing it for my mom. Once it was over and I saw my mom, I felt a sense of closeness … a sense of fulfillment."
The two recovered together, which made it easier to sympathize with the weakness and aches. Mrs. Ellis' husband, Edward, cooked the two soup and became their personal nurse.
Although Mrs. Ellis must take 23 pills a day and have check-ups to make sure her body does not reject her son's kidney, she will have the freedom to garden and travel – two activities dialysis took away from her.
Eric and his mother have a bond very few people can claim.
"I know this will change my life. Now I will be able to pick up and go," Mrs. Ellis said. "I'm just glad it's behind us and we can look forward to our life and be healthy."
Grantham, Teaspoon, normally congested with traffic as the High Street narrows at a set of traffic lights leading to Market Square. Boyes Department Store used to be Marks & Spencers. The Teaspoon building is late C18th and grade 2 listed. Unable to travel far I have been documenting my current home town during the 2020 Coronavirus lockdown. The centre of town is near deserted - there are a few people around if you look carefully but most are staying away.
Grantham, Lincolnshire, England - Teaspoon, Grantham Pharmacy and Boyes, High Street & Finkin Street
April 2020
TOKYO – When Army Maj. Gen. James F. Pasquarette assumed command of U.S. Army Japan (USARJ) July 8, 2015, he immediately took initiative to personally meet the troops under his command as well as key leaders from his host nation partners.
Pasquarette's tour of his area of responsibility began in earnest when he and members of his staff boarded a UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter July 10 from Camp Zama, Japan. Flying hundreds of feet above the congested highways at sometimes at level with Japan's sea of skyscrapers, Pasquarette acquired a bird's eye view of the American and Japanese military installations scattered among the urban jungle.
“We overflew Sagami General Depot, Yokohama North Dock and Hardy Barracks, said Milton Jackson, garrison manager at Camp Zama. “Our new commander now has clearer picture of the facilities, equipment and watercraft managed by the Army, and he can better understand where and how these individual installations interact with one another.”
According to Jackson, the USARJ primary mission comprises the rapid deployment of troops and materiel from one theater to another. As the Army's largest logistical hub in Asia, the command must maintain a streamlined sustainment system capable of moving thousands of tons of supplies and equipment via land and sea.
“Sagami Depot has rolling stock and Yokohama North Dock has watercraft,” said Jackson. “We must overcome the challenges posed by Japan's dense population centers by developing methods that rapidly move and load stock onto our watercraft so that we may better project our presence in the Pacific. Fortunately, our Japanese allies are willing to support us if a major threat or disaster called for a sudden mass movement.”
After a brief stop at Yokota Air Base to meet with Air Force Gen. John L. Dolan, commanding general, U.S. Force Japan, Pasquarette touched down near the heart of Tokyo where members of America's staunchest allies welcomed him with the pomp and circumstance befitting a general.
“On behalf of the JGSDF (Japan Ground Self-Defense Force), welcome to Japan,” said Gen. Kiyofumi Iwata, chief of staff, JGSDF, to Pasquarette after the two commanders sat in a decorative conference room inside Japan's Ministry of Defense. “We look forward to continuing our dialog of bilateral coordination between our two countries as JGSDF pursues its transformation into a dynamic joint defense force.”
The dialog consisted of one-on-one conversations with not only Iwata but also Adm. Katsutoshi Kawano, chief of staff, Japan Self-Defense Force, and Hideshi Tokuchi, vice minister of international affairs, Japan Ministry of Defense. The four men discussed previous achievements, current operations and potential challenges facing their respective commands and presented ideas on how to strengthen interoperability among their forces through combined training exercises and expanded service member exchange programs.
“We currently have several dozen JSDF service members embedded with [U.S. military] units,” said Pasquarette. “I believe extending this program so that our Soldiers can work within the JGSDF will further enhance our partnership.”
Pasquarette also ensured his hosts that the United States Army remains committed to its allies in the Pacific despite looming force reductions and ongoing operations in Europe and the Middle East.
“The Army recently announced that it will cut the number of troops in the active component from 450,000 to about 410,000,” said Pasquarette. “This rebalance of the force has no effect on our strength and readiness in the Pacific. Our alliance is more important than ever. That's why we're keeping our best trained and best equipped Soldiers in Japan and Korea.”
After a two-hour visit that started with with a JSDF band playing “The Star-Spangled Banner” and ended with a warm exchange of plaques and handshakes, Pasquarette and his team boarded a helicopter bound for Camp Zama.
“I have worked extensively throughout the Pacific during my Army career,” said the former armor officer and chief of staff of U.S. Army Pacific. “The JSDF consists of some of the world's most capable and professional men and women in uniform. I look forward to building stronger relationships with them and become a valuable partner in its transformation."
U.S. Army photos by Sgt. John L. Carkeet IV, U.S. Army Japan
This is the geriatric JRT that later developed peritonitis (post gut surgery). I hope you can appreciate the very congested (dark red) loop of bowel. We did not find a foreign body in there. We collected a biopsy and it ruled out cancer. The hardest part about this case is we couldn't get any answers as to cause of the congested bowel. In the repeat surgery, we had to resect the affected tissue and the dog has been great since. I had emailed this picture + history to the specialist and he imparted his expert advise and recommended resection of the affected bowel. It really pays off to consult a specialist when you aren't sure!!!
The third dawn in Mum's house, and almost certainly, the last one i would see from the windows of her house.
The family house.
I decided to sleep with just the camber-wick bedspread on, get under that, and all was good until I got under it, and dropped it on my resting body, and a cloud of dust rose picked out in the light beams of the bedside lamp.
You might recall I am certainly allergic to house dust.
So, I took two emergency squirts of nasal spray, and did get four hours sleep, but woke at three, wide awake and congested.
That was it for sleep.
So, I lay there for a while, then got the computer out, dod some stuff, listened to some radio, so the night faded and dawn came.
I forgot the house clearers were due to return to do the garage, but Sheila (the cleaner) was due to come round before nine to collect a key. But with a stack of things to do in town, I was worried there wouldn't be enough time.
So, I loaded the car with the collection of stuff I saved from the house, then sat on the wall until nine, and when no one had come, I locked the house and left.
Once in town, first call was a key cutter to provide a spare set for the solicitor, for when the time comes to sell the house. I then go tot he post office to get a mail redirection form.
Both tasks had taken less than ten minutes, not having enough time was no longer a problem.
I go to Starbucks for breakfast, have a panini and a huge flavoured latte with an extra shot. I sit at a table in the winodw, so I could look out on the street to see if I saw anyone I knew.
I didn't.
And in the three days, I saw no one else other than those I called round to tell about Mum's passing. You would hardly believe I spent the first 25 years in the town.
At ten I went to the funeral directors to finalise the details of Mum's cremation, and fix a date.
We always assumed that it would be well into November. But they felt keeping Mum hanging around for six weeks might not be kind to her, so we agreed a very short time frame, with her cremation at Gorleston on 11th October at ten in the morning. Meaning, we leave from here on Thursday evening, drive to a hotel in East Anglia,. Spend the night there, before driving up in the morning, then driving to London to drop the car off and going to the UJC to spend another night, then on Saturday, travel to Heathrow to catch the plane to Chicago.
Wow.
Meaning we won't be thinking about the funeral when we're away, but the healing process will already have started.
A wise move in the end.
But it is going to be tight.
Once I had chosen the hymn and details, I was asked about the walk out music: both my parents loved Billy Fury, so I said Halfway to Paradise.
And just thinking of it, I began to cry. The first tears since Mum had passed.
Where did that come from?
The lady said that it happens with the emitional connection with music.
That completed, I walk back to the Journal office to put in a new notice for the funeral, but the lady on the desk, about to be fired, simply ammended the previous notice to show the funeral details, so saving me £36.
Take that penpushers!
And I was done.
I could go home.
So I walk down the High Street for the last time, past the charity shops and empty stores.
I get in the car, turn the key and move off, driving into traffic inching over the bascule bridge, then down the spine road t join the A12, and head south.
The sun was shining, it wasn't quite warm enough to have a window open, but my mood lightened, even though I was beyond tired.
Traffic was very light, so the drive to Whickham Market where the good roads start, then cruise round Ipswich, down to Colchester, Chelmsford and to the M25.
All in two hours.
Over the bridge and back into Kent.
My plan was to visit Jen, but the A2 was blocked at Canterbury. So I go down Bluebell Hill, to the other motorway, then cruise down there, pas the usual familiar route markers to Folkestone.
Jen was there with John, and it was good just to talk to people, have a relaxing brew and unwind.
At four I drove home through the narrow lanes of Pineham and Guston, then home. Where there was the usual feline welcoming committee waiting.
I feed the mogs, then make a coffee. And sit on the sofa, not having unloaded the car. Jools got fish and chip on the way home from work, I buttered some bread for chip butties, made brews, so when she arrived home, we just plated the food up, and went to eat.
We walked lots about what had happened, of course, and the details of next week. A hire car was ordered, and so all seems set for next week. I had called my boss during the day too to keep her informed, and that come 28th October I would be able to do some work, then after the two lots of training courses, back to work as normal from the 18th November, with almost all been having done.
So, I had sorted out just about everything in three days. Not a bad job, but I was drained, more tired than I had ever felt before. We listened to Marc Riley, then went to bed at nine.
The bulding here has been replaced by the concrete monstrosity directly behind it, but the row of old shops in the foreground has been allowed to stand still. This is probably due to the lease agreements for the shops still being in force, or to give the owners time to find new shops. (Pune/ Poona, July 2007)
Electrical cables. Machine-part shops. The Hauz Qazi police station compound. And the tender and infinitely graceful Mubarak Begum mosque. It makes for a daydream view, with no connection to its uncivilized surroundings.
Situated in a congested bazaar of Old Delhi, the mosque’s feet don’t touch the ground. The green entrance door is tucked between two shops selling nuts, bolts, cables, and welding rod electrodes. A flight of steep stairs leads to a courtyard, the sudden openness of which comes as a pleasant surprise.
The courtyard has an ablution tank and two large pots planted with vines. The centre-piece is the mosque, in red sandstone. Renovated early this year, it is painted in a shade of brick dust. Its three entrance arches correspond to its three domes; they increase in size towards the centre. Cats prowl the parapet.
Built in 1823, the mosque was named after one of the 13 wives of Sir David Ochterlony, Delhi’s first British resident, who was known for his passion for nautch girls, hukkas (hubble-bubble) and Indian costumes [because of these habits he was also called "LOONY AKHTER"]. Mubarak Begum, a Brahmin dancing girl from Pune, was a convert to Islam. Besides being the favourite wife (some say she was just a mistress) of Sir Ochterlony, she was a principal player in Delhi’s cultural life. Dilli ki Aakhiri Shama, Delhi’s last great mushaira, or poetry soiree, was hosted in her haveli just before the Mughal Empire dissolved in 1857. Forty poets were present that night, including the great Mirza Ghalib.
It is not clear if the mosque was commissioned by Mubarak Begum or was built in her honour. It’s crudely nicknamed Randi ki Masjid; randi is Urdu slang for prostitute.
The dark prayer chamber inside the mosque can accommodate about 10 men. Its homely smallness emphasizes the theatricality of the domes. The floor is of marble, the walls are painted pale yellow and the Mecca-facing mihrab (recess) is in glossy green.
MCG Nurses do a final bloodwork compatability check on Alberta Ellis (left) and her son Eric Ellis the day before the two had their kidney transplant surgery at the Augusta hospital July 10, 2008.
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When Alberta Ellis was told by doctors in December that her kidneys had been damaged by congestive heart failure, she had not imagined how drastically her life would change in the coming year.
She had not imagined she would be tethered to a dialysis machine, having to rush back even from the grocery store to undergo dialysis four times a day – at 8 a.m., noon, 4 p.m. and 8 p.m. She had not imagined that the same machine that kept her alive would take away her freedom.
She had not imagined she would end up with three kidneys in her body, or that one of them would be from her son Eric.
Of the Ellis' three children, Eric is always the first to help out. When he discovered that his mother was having health problems, his first thoughts were to move home and see if the two were compatible for a kidney transplant.
Although he knew the transplants are often much harder on the donor's body, Eric never wavered in his decision. "There was no stopping me," he said, grinning at his mother.
On Feb . 6 , mother and son discovered they were a match.
"I kinda had the feeling we would be," Eric said.
"We matched right from the beginning," his mother replied.
The two went into surgery on July 11. Eric had three holes cut into him for his laparoscopic surgery. Mrs. Ellis left surgery with 56 sutures and a healthy kidney.
When Eric awoke in a hospital room at MCG down the hall from his sleeping mother, he was in a lot of pain, but another sensation overpowered it .
"Emotionally, I felt real good doing it for my mom. Once it was over and I saw my mom, I felt a sense of closeness … a sense of fulfillment."
The two recovered together, which made it easier to sympathize with the weakness and aches. Mrs. Ellis' husband, Edward, cooked the two soup and became their personal nurse.
Although Mrs. Ellis must take 23 pills a day and have check-ups to make sure her body does not reject her son's kidney, she will have the freedom to garden and travel – two activities dialysis took away from her.
Eric and his mother have a bond very few people can claim.
"I know this will change my life. Now I will be able to pick up and go," Mrs. Ellis said. "I'm just glad it's behind us and we can look forward to our life and be healthy."
Despite the large number of ladies walking around, I was able to point my camera around and shoot freely. It probably helped that my sister was with me! (Poona/ Pune, June 2011)
Hundreds of communities -- including some in Utah -- far from congested highways and belching smokestacks could soon join America's big cities and industrial corridors in violation of stricter limits on lung-damaging smog proposed January 7th, 2009 by the Obama administration.
Click here to read more about how the smog limit affects Utah County.
After a six year association with York, the FTR vehicles are set to leave the congested street of York for Leeds following refurbishment, at the end of March 2012. The only way I got this clear shot was by arriving in York on a Saturday morning when the traffic builds later in the morning!
Replacements come in the "shame" of 2007 registered Wright Gemini's formerly with First South Yorkshire at Rotherham and which operated on the flagship X78 Doncaster - Sheffield service. These will be the first Gemini's for First in York and supplement the existing double deck fleet of Volvo ALX 400's dating from 2002.
In the end First withdrew the FTR early. They did not last beyond the second week of March 2012, and the replacement Gemini's were crew operated in the same way as the FTR vehicles on route 4 from the University to Acomb via the city.