Time dilation theory and curry.

Aaargh! it's mid july already! Half a year gone already. Plans made and busted already. So much for selling my house and buying another. I sold the house, and the emotional wrench was horrendous. Didn't get very far buying another. We found one we wanted, had an offer accepted then found out that a very substantial part of the front garden still belonged to Barratts. Anyway, on with life's next big adventure - the awesome task of building extensions! Not just one, but three - a porch on the front, a new lounge on the back and a whole new space on the side.

About this time dilation theory, it may mean as time seems to speed up as I get older, time spent in a home for old biddies will seem like the blink of eye. Time spent working to fund said existence will stretch indefinitely, until the fateful day when no-one wants to hire me and it'll be a case of " oh, was that it?" so I'm going to live a bit. I've made the momentous decision that as I'll be overnight in Birmingham I shall visit the famous Balti triangle.

House hunting

it seems I have sold my house - I've taken a serious hit on the price, so I'm looking for a bargain. So far I've seen a beautiful house in a lovely location, but with no parking, an OK house in a nice location with lots of parking but no garden, and a nice big house with lots of parking and a decent size garden in an OK location.

Quantum realisation.

Just been to PTO in Egypt.

The update of myself and Hemlock deciding to learn more, get out more etc has been interesting. In the interests of learning more about quantum theory I've noticed that Dr Brian Cox is a very tasty chap and he can collide with me anytime.

Knowledge

Today Hemlock and I decided that apart from doing safe stuff that we enjoy, we should do something different, and hopefully more challenging. Several ideas were discussed, from parkour to skateboarding to philosophy. The decision however, is that we should study quantum mechanics. Watch this (interstitial) space. Any suggestions for reading matter, courses, websites, etc are most welcome.

Some things about the web are dreadful, but some things are brilliant. Wikipedia is one which is both, but usually brilliant. It seems they are a bit short of cash -

Happy new year

Hello to 2009.

I'm famous! Well, I'm one of the most famous Jeanette's in the world - just search for jeanette on google and I'm up there on the first page! Woohoo...

New Year. Resolutions. I do make them, and often keep them, sometimes fail them. So in the spirit of endless optimism, here are my New Years Resolutions for 2009.

1. Always to be on time.
2. Get fit, get gorgeous. I know, been here before... however this year its going to happen.
3. Move to a nice house in a nice place.
4. Network.
5. Meet loads of new people, make friends and stay in touch with old and new.

Retrospectively, we brought in the new year at a tapas bar in Crookes - excellent place. A bit noisy, but hey, who cares. Crookes looks like a pretty good place.

Pre christmas stress

The great thing about stressy events is that when they happen and everything is great and as planned, or even just OK the feeling of relief is almost worth the angst. Each year christmas seems to get better in some ways and worse in others - it seems to get easier - I think most of my family have agreed a no-presents pact - much to the relief of my mother! The worse part is definitely the lack of feeling, but maybe in this post consumerist era we are entering we may get back to that.

I've just realised that I haven't seen the star... the one on top of Thwaites' star brewery at Blackburn that has miraculously appearred every year I can remember. Maybe I'll see it on Wednesday when I go out delivering. Then it will be christmas.

Sometimes...

Thinking about my friend Mary, hope it goes well.

Thinking about so many people facing uncertainty, through no fault of their own.

Found this great poem:


Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best intentions do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.

Sheenagh Pugh.