R's rue

  Anon may be sickened with this fact but I’ve just booked tickets to me and a friend to go and see West Side Story on Sunday.  What a fucking extravagance !  What with me pleading poverty only yesterday with only one ten of beans to my name  Anyway I was getting all haughty about Steven Spielberg’s upcoming version of the musical classic, thinking to myself that the original Jerome Robbins’ version could not and should not be beaten. A BBC interview with Spielberg totally changed my mind The reasons for the remake were simple in his eyes for he just could not bear the fact of several generations of the movie going public not knowing of the power of this musical. And he’s right.  Whole generations of younger people have never heard of the 1950 s version. They know nothing of the sheer exuberance of the choreography, of the singing and of the innovative staging and so he wanted to be faithful to the original by presenting an updated but classic ver...

In the past week I have watched two lovely programmes about walking in the countryside -  courtesy of the BBC. Called "Winter Walks", the programmes are gentle and slow-moving as selected celebrities undertake five or six mile walks along public footpaths in somewhat unfamiliar territory. The two programmes I have watched were both set in Yorkshire and involved two Yorkshire people. They were Amanda Owen - also known as The Yorkshire Shepherdess and Alistair Campbell who was Tony Blair's chief strategist when Labour were last in power in this country. The celebrities walk alone carrying a small camera on a selfie stick and there is some further drone footage which is edited into the film. Being a regular walker myself, I am well-acquainted with the benefits that walking can offer us  - both in terms of physical and mental well-being. As Amanda Owen and Alistair Campbell walk along they both remark on the healing quality of walking and the peaceful joy of putting one f...

 It’s wild out there. After work and dog walks, we all went to bed I’m on night shifts until Christmas  No food in the house when I woke in semi darkness  I found chicken drumsticks , roast potatoes and a container of saved gravy in the back of the freezer and shared the feast with the girls in bed. We are cuddling up to keep warm  As Barra roars on from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3lMFPGm

 Gratitude is the awareness that even when I can’t see the road ahead, I trust the path. Gratitude is a warm hug you haven’t had in years.  Gratitude is having hummus with celery. Gratitude is treating the mundane as an extraordinary gift. Share yours.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/33d3HwD

"We had to grow up because we did not die." Sometimes I have an idea for a blogpost. I might even begin writing it and then a little warning light flashes faintly deep in the dark forest of my mind. The warning light suggests that I might have blogged on the topic before. As they say - what goes around comes around. That's when I make use of the blog search facility which can be extremely helpful. Then sure enough, in most instances, I discover that what I thought was new is not new at all. The topic or the idea, the whim or the fancy has already been addressed. Ah well, I console myself that we cannot remember everything. This is what happened earlier this week. In my photo library I had rediscovered a black and white photograph snapped in the summer of 1959. It was of my first class at primary school with our teacher, Miss Readhead, standing beside us. Quickly I tapped out a nostalgic blogpost and clicked "publish". Ten minutes later the light in th...