R's rue

Click on the link to see this great scene John Leguizumo is inspired from Going Gently https://ift.tt/2ObKzaY

Dorothy asleep on my feet How tired I am with people who think they know you better than you  know yourself . How tired I am with people who miss irony, humour and poetic licence  How tired I am of people who know everything about everything even though they are not furnished with the full facts How tired I am of people who think the ill in every situation and not the humour. These are the sad facts , the things  bloggers have to put up with. In the previous blog, a mildly amusing story of Dorothy peeing on the carpet in anger was forensically picked to pieces. What a bad dog owner I was to allow of dog’s over full bladder to be emptied on the carpet!  Yadda yadda yadda... Who cares? Who knows the truth..... Dorothy may of peed in anger and frustration?  she’s certainly done things similar in tantrum ....she may of picked up some new and delicious odour in the carpet and pissed in relation to that......what she didn’t do was pee because she was ...

An old song came to mind: I don't know why. It's from the north east of England - even further north than Yorkshire.. Here is the tune played so beautifully by Sheku Kanneh-Mason:- The song is called "Blow The Wind Southerly". I vaguely remembered that it was once recorded by the famous English contralto - Kathleen Ferrier. And as you do nowadays, I went hunting around in The Great Google Library for more information, more signposts. Imagine my gasp of surprise when I discovered that Kathleen Ferrier died on the very same day that I was born! Additionally, just like my father her dad was also  the headmaster of a village school. She died young at 41 after a futile battle with breast cancer. She had no children and her marriage to a bank manager was by all accounts never consummated. Tragic - but in her short life she walked in the limelight, working with some of the finest musicians to emerge from World War II. Now I am learning "Blow The Wind Southerly...

 Wake up Pray Smile Thank God I’m alive Coming out of A long  Dense fog The tunnel Lit with hope  For the first time Tough seasons Are there To show  What true Refinement  Can truly be Not the Elusive mirage  But really  Reality Being fulfilled  In purity Mercy and undeserved  Grace from R's rue https://ift.tt/3bII6Nh