What Do I Do All Day?

This is in answer to a question posed to me by my cousin living on the East Coast. She is 2 years younger than me.

A typical day in the Terrace. The Terrace is what they call the Memory Section of the care home where my husband and I are living in Seattle. There are 2 floors in the Terrace consisting of about 20 studio apartments on each floor. There is a toilet in each unit but most are without a shower. There is also a dining room for the residents on each floor. Most of the apartments are single occupancy but married couples can occupy one unit even though it is only one of the pair who has a severe memory problem. Presently we are one of three couples occupying the Terrace. (There are several other couples but one of the pair lives in another part of the campus or off campus.) All 3 meals are served in the dining rooms, with room service available on request..

A typical day for me – The day starts early with breakfast at 7:30 served in the dining room. After a leisurely breakfast I usually work on a number of things – writing my blog and working on my genealogy. Lunch is at 11:30. After lunch it’s a long stretch to dinner at 5:30. I can read, work on my current jigsaw puzzle, participate in one of the many activities provided in the Terrace or the main part of this care home. My activities depend very much on how much help is needed by my husband. Professional help is provided by the care home – I am sort of the back-up unprofessional fill-in. Needless to say I am more than that – we’ve been married 54+ years.

In the evening we tend to watch television.

Part of our Care home grounds

Reading poems to cows

Some “calming” reading.

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I’ve just got back from Shaky Bridges – a wonderful and peaceful stretch of river I’ve written about here before.

We walked for an hour and were only troubled by curious cows. I was at this stretch of the river Sow reading (and recording) a sonnet I’ve written which I’m delighted is going to be shared by Staffordshire Libraries (more of that soon).

The cows were a good audience. Indifferent at first they got closer and closer and the first ones told others to come and listen too. I think that’s what was happening anyway.

Looking towards town along the Sow

Where Izaak fished

From the ridge

It was unseasonably warm but it’s a lovely shaded lane. The M6 and mainline to London are not far away but you’d never know.

Moor Lane

I don’t think much has been written about this place but I’m happy to celebrate my home…

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Shaky Bridges

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Shaky Bridges Is within a mile of the M6 and A34 and just a few hundred metres from the West Coast Mainline. It’s a wonderful spot and, as you can see from the images below, a great place to relax despite its proximity to so much traffic.

At the bottom of the lane from Seighford, this tranquil spot in the river, where cattle have trodden a natural ford, can be reached easily. It’s hidden from sight as the small river valley of the Sow has carved out a path between sand and gravel. There are rabbit burrows everywhere, but hawthorn to shelter under on the hottest days and herds of nosy, but passive cows, keep the thistles and grass trimmed. The bottom of the shallow Sow here is sand and mud and pebble. The river is alive with minnows and Izaak Walton, author of The Compleat Angler fished…

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Solitude in Seighford

A peaceful country walk.

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The bells of St Chad’s ring out in the distance.

Other than the strike of nine there is only birdsong.

I could be in another century. It’s timeless here.

I walk Moor Lane. The peace and tranquility at 9am is wonderful. Moor Lane is really just a gravel track that leads from the ford that gives its name to the village of Seighford and leads up to the railway line. In around an hour I see only two dog walkers – one of whom is a ringer for Jeremy Clarkson – and a poodle and a dachshund.

Moor Lane

Looking towards town along the Sow at Shaky Bridges

Moor Lane leads up a ridge surrounded by steep hawthorns and cutting between fields busy with herds of dairy cattle. Apart from a London, Birmingham or Liverpool service shooting past only the birdsong breaks the silence. Over the railway is Shaky Bridges…

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On The Banks Of The Missouri River

On the banks of the Missouri River – there is a City called Omaha – Omaha Nebraska.

Postcard image of Omaha’s business section. The Missouri River borders
the East side of the city. Beyond is the State of Iowa with Council Bluffs in the distance. The postmark on this postcard is May 11 1952. The imprint on the card states that Omaha has a population of 223,844.

Below is a postcard mailed from Council Bluffs Iowa July 6. In pencil someone has added c. 1910. Note that the stamp coincides with that dating. I don’t have this card right to hand at the moment. Interestingly it is addressed to Cincinnati Iowa. Googling Cincinnati Iowa I find that now it is a very tiny settlement with a. population less than 1000.