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A few months after I was retrenched, my friend Tham took me on a 10-days 2,500 km drive from Kuala Lumpur to Penang, Kelantan, Terengganu, Pahang and various places in Selangor.
We call this Yeah Yeah 1.0 vacation. I am getting the album updated before Yeah Yeah 2.0
Yeah Yeah 1.0 Album (updating):
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I woke up not well.
Maybe, not ill. But not right.
During the night I had got so hot I couldn't sleep with any covers on, so had a broken night's sleep/snoozing.
I took a COVID test which was negative, and apart from feeling tired I didn't feel that ill, to be honest. I should have my temperature taken. We looked for one, and couldn't find the one we though we had.
No worries, we were going to Tesco.
And after seven, we left for the store with the added item to the list. Now, you would think thermometer would be in the medicine aisle near the chemists counter? Well, I did, and searched and searched.
No thermometer.
So, waited to eight when the dispensary opened, asked the lady, who told me that thermometers are kept in the "baby" aisle.
Of course?
THere was the choice of one. So, bought that for £14, and once home found that it was more of a cooking thermometer, we tried to use it on ourselves, with me being 36 degrees, and Jools being one degree cooler.
I didn't want breakfast, so after a second coffee we went out.
We should have gone to Rye last week, but I arranged something else instead. So, we went yesterday.
Rye means crossing the vast expanse of the Romney Marsh and then crossing at Checkpoint Charlie into East Sussex.
We were last here in November 2020, in the middle of COVID where I think we obeyed regulations in place at the time. That time we had the picturesque cobbled streets and half-timbered houses to ourselves, no one else about, and so few folks about, grass grew from between the cobbles.
So, no need to take those shots again, but I realised when Jools suggested to go, I hadn't photographed the town church, so with Jools saying she was going to do some window shopping, I would visit St Mary the Virgin.
We parked down beside the playing field, so had a walk up the hill emerging on the High Street near the Landgate, then turning towards the centre of town, past restaurants and small shops until I turned up towards the church.
I did a resonable job, taking 355 shots inside it, with many being of the fine windows.
Jools arrived revealing a bag containing £41.00 of cheese, including a sizeable chunk of Stiking Bishop.
I finish the shots, so we go to the pie shop outside the church, Simon the Pieman, where we were going to have a drink. Then added a cake, which turned into a full cream tea.
A cream tea is: 2 x scones (each), pats of butter, strawberry jam, clotted cream, a pot of tea, pot of hot water to add to the por after the first cupper is drawn and a china cup and saucer for the tea.
Its not as an ancient ceremony as the Japanese or Chinese tea ceremony, but we Brits take it very seriously.
Just as serious is whether you put the cream or jam on the sclied scones first. Jam first is the "Devon" way, and cream first is the "Cornish" way. I was taught the Devon way, jam first, so that's what I had yesterday too.
The town was beginning to fill up with other visitors, to the point that the pavements were full, so we walked as quick as we could back to the car, back down the hill and over the main road to the car.
Back home via New Romney, Dymchurch and Hythe before heading to the motorway and to home.
Back home I had a shower and then settled down to listen to the football on the sofa with Scully, who is now very demanding in wanting a partner to lay with during the day and evenings.
But there was one last thing to do: Jools's colleague Sean and his wife, Angela, were coming for dinner. They had hear stories about the steaks I cook, and wanted some of that action. On Friday I had made a baked vanilla cheesecake too, so we had dessert too.
Steam was defrosted, seasons and rubbed with oil and left for the afternoon to come to room temperature and infuse the flavours.
They arrived at five, wine was cracked opn, and bit by bit I prepared, then cooked the meal. Potatoes zapped, mushrooms cliced and seasoned, steak cut into portions, then griddled, while the potatoes were sliced and fried, mushrooms cooked, the all dished up.
And all items were done to perfection, served on warm plates and with glasses of wine or cider.
We wash up, then I make coffees and serve the cheesecake with cream and fresh mushrooms. A fine end to a meal.
More wine was drunk.
Much more talking done.
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For more than 900 years the Parish Church of Rye, dedicated to St Mary the Virgin, has dominated the hill on which the old town stands.
When the building of the present church was started, early in the 12th century, the town itself and much of the surrounding area was still held, under a Royal deed of gift, by the Abbey of Fecamp in Normandy. It is because of this link with Fecamp and the fact that it had become an important member of the Cinque Ports Confederation that Rye has such a magnificent church, which has sometimes been called 'the Cathedral of East Sussex'.
The worst disaster in the church's history 1377 when the town was looted and set on fire by French invaders and the church was extensively damaged. The roof fell in and the church bells were carried off to France.They were recovered the next year when men from Rye and Winchelsea sailed to Normandy, set fire to two towns and recovered much of the loot, including the church bells - one of which was subsequently hung in Watchbell Street, to give warning of any future attack. It was not returned to the church until early in the 16th century.
The 'new' clock was installed in about 1561-2 and was made by the Huguenot Lewys Billiard. It isone of the church clockoldest church turret clocks in the country still functioning. The pendulum, a much later addition, swings in the body of the church. The present exterior clockface and the original 'Quarter Boys' (so called because they strike the quarters but not the hours) were added in 1760. Today, if you wish, you can climb the church tower where you will see the 8 bells now hanging there. These are not the same bells that were stolen in 1377 as they were re-cast in 1775 and new bells added. The total weight of the 8 bells and clappers is almost 5 tons.
St Mary's is open to View South West from the Towervisitors every day of the year, except for Christmas Day, from 9.15am - 5.15pm in summer and 9.15am - 4.15pm in winter. The Visitor Centre stocks a good range of postcards, Christian greetings cards, prayer cards, books, gifts and Christian jewellery. The Tower, which is open every day (weather permitting) for a charge, has become a popular place for marriage proposals!
Following a powerful series of events, Amara was left in a pretty ragged state. The following was a touching snippet from her return home.
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Croix Aura moves to the door slowly and stops for a moment. "If you don't have some where to stay Luke then you can use the spare bed room at the winery, window of the master bedroom should be unlocked." Then he would carry Amara out and towards her home. "How are you feeling, honestly." Asking once they were outside and across the road.
Amara DeBaunter sniffled. "My chest is w-what's killing me right n-now. And the r-rest of my body is j-just sore from cramps."The last time took the toll of her body. This time that was not the case, but Amara was weakened nonetheless. She'd have to take it easy more than before or she might be bedridden for life.
Croix Aura already had her up the stairs leading to her home. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more to help...." He'd done absolutely everything he could and it still hadn't been enough. Opening the door he would continue straight up to her bed. "Please...don't do that again. At least not until you're better.." His voice was fully of worry, almost like a dog with his tail between his legs.
Amara DeBaunter nods as they entered the apartment. She felt guilty already, but that plea hit home like no other. "I swear I won't, Croix."That was the most stable Amara's speech had been so far. "I just...couldn't let him die for something that stupid."
Croix Aura takes a deep breath as he carries her up the final set of stairs. "Thank you.." Then he'd add. "You know your not leaving my sight till then right?" Right now he felt he couldn't protect her if she left his sight, hell he hardly felt he could protect her even in his sight.
Amara DeBaunter shook her head. "I have several eyes on me now."She wasn't comfortable with that, but she would not complain. Once on the bed, she hugged the blanket close to her chest. "...you certain he's buried right?"she whispered. "He can't get out anytime soon."
Croix Aura pulls the covers up and over to tuck her in properly before sitting on the edge of the bed. "I packed the dirt tightly though if you want me to though I can make sure he never leaves again. When he gets out....no one's going to be safe..." Saying that last part a bit more quietly. "But I won't go unless someone else is here." No he wouldn't risk nearly losing her again.
Amara DeBaunter sighed. "Please don't. This was my fault to begin with. I didn't know what he was until I visited him to return something...and things spiraled when I touched the wrong object."She wasn't sorry what Nero was plotting by toying with her mentally, but thanks to the compass, she understood a lot more about what the vampire was going through. Not enough to forgive him, but it was mad to blame him for this. He didn't ask to be saved after all.
Croix Aura reaches forward to take your hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. Would she get his feelings? Maybe maybe not, she had however saved him in a way of sorts else he would still be in the winery keeping away from others. "If you want me to leave him be then I will though if he comes near you again with ill intent..." Croix would kill him or attempt to.
Amara DeBaunter could feel Croix's fear, feeling of helplessness, his worry, and worst, vengeance. She didn't show it however since she was so weak. She smiled as he held her hand. "I know Croix. Thank you for being here, always."
Croix Aura looks you in the eyes before nodding. "Anytime Amara." Croix considered Amara one of his closest friends, family even, and that’s not something he's had in a very long time. And right now he intended not to leave her side. "And I do hope you feel better, you were up and about." That was this morning however...
Amara DeBaunter grinned weakly. "Thanks to you. I was looking forward to getting to work, but I guess my vacation's been extended."That meant more time in bed and indoors. The movie night would have to wait along with managing anything business-wise. Still, Amara could little by stressing over it. She had to trust that it was in good hands without her for a while. "You go ahead and sleep. I'll do the same."
Croix Aura stood up, tucking your hand back under the cover. "All right, if you need anything I'll be right here." Walking to the wall he'd let himself slide down to the floor where he'd cross one leg over another. He had meant he wouldn't leave her side literally, at least not for the first night...again.
Assassin's creed Origins
In a charming garden of Memphis a woman is worried to do a miscarriage
Ingame Photomode
You have nothing to fear when you're with the one you love, and she has mastered the art of the toe reach.
As it reached post-it overload on the jay machine, a terrible realisation was reached: I have a post-it note obsession.
I got V this book our of the library called "silly billy" it looked quite good but part way into it my heart sank as it was about a boy - billy - who was basically chicken shit and was scared of everything and couldn't get to sleep for worrying.
Don't you hate that? When books put ideas into their heads. Like Charlie and Lola who have already informed violet that if her teeth fall out she'll get money for toys. Cheers, I've already found her pulling suspiciously at her pegs.
Anyway, I had to make violet a Worry Doll...it's a South American thing and here it is. You tell it your worries before you sleep and it does the worrying for you. I think V told it that she was worried that she might not be allowed chocolate for breakfast or something equally toddler like.
Dushanbe, Tajikistan, May 2011. A B&W attempt on one of my personal favorites.
FR: Les soucis. Douchanbé, Tadjikistan, Mai 2011. Un essai en N&B sur un de mes favoris.
All seemed lost till there appeared the blessed Worrier Saints who vanquished evil. Then men remembered the words of Ordovician, and lived in harmony and trust. But the waters are reclaiming our land, and we will soon be no more. For that reason we have told our story on stones for the eyes of those who are able and worthy to read it.
Yesterday was a long day. We had dinner plans that were scheduled for after the boys' normal bedtime. I spent most of my day wondering if the boys will make it & praying that they don't meltdown. Worrying about something you can't change makes for an extra long day.
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Camera: Nikon D300
Lens: Nikor 200mm VR
Aperture: F8, Shutter Speed: 1/125
I used two 600w strobe lights: 1st with 60x90cm softbox from left top, 2nd from right with honey comb snoot for fill-in...
Thanx to Al-Othmani Worry Beeds & Gifts shop for this beautiful piece
Week Three
This is such a cop-out I know... I had a great, fun shot planned for this week, I had the shot in my head. But my mood just soured...
Lyon's ear had a swell lump thing that was growing at an alarming rate since last Friday. Usually it would be my mom who takes him to the vet but both parents are out of the country.
After last night it was evident that the vet could not wait any longer because his ear was drooping and it was bothering him, when we wanted to feel his ear it was obvious it causes him discomfort.
I was crossing my fingers that it was something as simple as a bug-bite...
I took him to the vet after work today, apparently he has aural haematoma, what happens is that he had an ear infection that bothered him, so when it irritates him he shakes his head quite vigorously in an attempt to drive the irritation away, which led to the rupture of blood vessels in the ear, which will bleed internally and pool from the tip of his ears.
So what I would have to do is bring him back tomorrow for a blood test to see if he qualifies for surgery, as he's pretty old, and once they get the test results that says he will be able to take the GA, they will cut his ear to drain the blood, remove the clots and clean him up.
The vet says it isn't life threatening, but it breaks my heart...
Therefore, I apologise for my half-hearted attempt of the week.
my poor doggie...
Catching on back shots from Christchurch.
On my walk around the city to catch up with what's happening, February 26, 2016 Christchurch New Zealand.
Anxious Peterborough Sports fans at Lincoln Road during the closing stages of a first-versus-second clash with Southern League Division One Central rivals Bromsgrove Sporting. Visitors Bromsgrove, two up after 21 minutes, won 2-1 to leapfrog the Turbines into top spot. It was Sports' third defeat in 26 league outings this season. Biggest talking point of a fairly dull game for the division's biggest crowd - 391 - of the day came in the 51st minute when a cynical foul by Bromsgrove's Liam Spink on Josh McCammon sparked a mass brawl. Referee Robert Dadley booked three and sent off Sports' Paul Malone for an apparent headbutt.
Match statistics:
Admission: £9. Programme: £2 (28 pages). Attendance: 391. Peterborough Sports 1 Bromsgrove Sporting 2 (HT 1-2). Scoring sequence: 0-1 (Jason Cowley, 11mins); 0-2 (Kieren Westwood, 21mins); 1-2 (Dion Sembie-Jones, 33mins). Paul Malone (Peterborough Sports) was sent off in the 51st minute for a headbutt). Referee: Robert Dadley.
Stupid boots distracted me. (Don't worry, they were already frozen and doused with Lysol after finding them on the side of the road in Brooklyn.) With the end of work coming up, I'm starting to wonder what can be my distraction from my new business/work aside from neurotically cleaning.
I think I'll take an hour out of the day to practice piano, get back to where I used to be, and then maybe pick up one of our two guitars. I understand it in theory, but my fingers don't want to play that game. I really like my classical guitar, but my fingertips might need to be sacrificed on John's steel string for the sake of my pathetic wrists.
But that's down the road. Piano has to come back to me first. No purpose...oh, learning to not do things for a specific purpose even though I am home is going to be REALLY difficult.
I'm going to become even more over-educated and useless than EVER!! Might brush up on French and then take on German or Spanish (German so I can know what my brothers are talking about when they don't want me to know). I really should learn Dreamweaver a lot better. Oh, the places you can go.
~TITLE OF ARTWORK~
~ Not To Worry ~
ARTWORK CREATED ON: Acid Free Paper
APPROXIMATE SIZE: 8.5" x 11" inches
Media: Acrylics, Watercolors, Pen & Ink , Pencil
Signed And Dated
Artwork Created in April 2009.
~ABOUT THIS~
"Not To Worry"
~ Original Painting by artist Justin Aerni.
Created in April 2009.
...my depression is so beautiful , yes it's true but in the process it turns my face so blue. .
All I want to do is think about you. How you told them I was crazy and they believed you...
but girl this little piece of art is deeper than you'll ever be. Purer than you'll ever see and twice as true.
~ a e r n i
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I find myself worrying lately more than usual. No income except unemployment and tight at that...... I hear myself "worried" more often than I like. A dear friend said to me... "why don't you paint a picture of "WORRY"... see what it looks like. And so I have started...
it is a progressing painting that now is making me laugh at my worries that drip down and color my world....
Nothing could worry this little dude
For following the line, he's in the mood
Musically Challenged: Don't Worry About Nuthin', Muph and Plutonic
"Lift your feet up put your foot down
Hold your head up try not to look down"
Secret #20 - I am a self confessed worrier. My mind never stops, I'm sure if you watched me long enough you would see the cogs turning.
I worry all the time, eg. did I turn all the lights off in the house, do I have enough tea bags just incase I have visitors, have I locked the car (even though I would have checked it before leaving it), is the house all locked up, my mind never stops.
Today I have been doing alot of worrying, which has meant I have been biting my nails, which I never do unless I'm really worried. I'm sure it will all blow over in the end. These things are sent to make us stronger as they say.
*Please do not use any of my pictures in websites or blogs without permission.
Nothing to do on a New Year's Day, so why not pop over to Canada, eh? Might as well try out the new 18-250mm lens while we're at it, eh?
Don't worry - am only going to post these first two pages, not all 20 or so! My deep thanks and appreciation to you all again!
1. Staying close to Mum, 2. Thumbs make great perches, 3. A moment in the life..., 4. Beaver 2, 5. Proud Mama, 6. Light as a feather, 7. Great Grey Owl, 8. .... or this one?,
9. If I keep still...., 10. Four eyes, 11. Golden ribbons, 12. Orange 4, 13. Young Great Horned Owl, 14. Moraine Lake, 15. White-breasted Nuthatch, 16. Snowy Owl,
17. You can count on me!, 18. Sunny Flicker, 19. River of ice, 20. At rest, 21. Tangle of hairs, 22. Winter feeding time, 23. One, two ....THREE!, 24. Beer belly,
25. Hanging beauty, 26. Snowy Owl, 27. Yes, I KNOW I look fat, 28. Contemplation, 29. Goat's-beard, 30. Bow Lake, 31. Gaillardia Fanfare, 32. Prickly Pear blossom,
33. A patch of blue, 34. Dot, dot, dot ...., 35. White-breasted Nuthatch, 36. Waiting, 37. Lighting up the forest, 38. Mt. Lorette area 4, 39. Sitting in the food bowl, 40. Which one should I take?,
41. Elbow Falls, 42. Who's watching who?, 43. Wind-flower, 44. Banded Orange Heliconian, 45. Stealth, 46. Follow the leader, 47. Specially for me, 48. Downy Woodpecker,
49. Paintbrush, 50. Young Great Horned Owl, 51. Female Snowy Owl and owlet, Calgary Zoo, 52. Three, 53. Let there be light..., 54. Snow glow, 55. No, I was here first!, 56. Macho male,
57. Red Squirrel in winter, 58. Find the snowflakes, 59. Slippery descent, 60. Three-way conversation, 61. Ring of doves, 62. Coyote on the prowl, 63. Western Shooting Star, 64. Bow Valley Provincial Park,
65. Pretending to be a tree trunk!, 66. Orange 6, 67. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!, 68. Hmmm... I'm curious, 69. In your face, 70. Stream of silver, 71. To warm the soul, 72. Static
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