R's rue

© Richard Wilkinson Flotsam and jetsam. Ever since I first heard these partner words I have been fond of them. Flotsam is defined as debris in the ocean that was not deliberately thrown overboard, often as the result of a shipwreck or accident. Jetsam describes debris that was deliberately thrown overboard by the crew of a ship in distress, most often to lighten the ship's load. It is an easy jump of understanding to take these two terms and use them metaphorically in relation to human memory. As we live our lives we make potential memories every day. If we could remember everything our brains would overload  and might possibly explode.  In reality it is of course impossible to remember everything so a continuous sifting process happens day by day, year by year. We seem to have no conscious ability to retain or discard memories. Our brains do it in spite of us. I think of what floats upon the surface of our memory as the flotsam and jetsam of life. It's what rema...

Tomorrow’s lunch   The secret of making good sushi rice is to infuse and fold in the heavy seasoning, a little sugar and rice vinegar into the still warm rice before putting it somewhere to cool before assembling your Chumaki Rolls.  I prefer to make chumaki rolls as they are more robust sushi and therefore are able to tolerate thicker fillings, so today as the rice was cooling outside on the patio table , I prepared fillings of pat choi slices, long strips of salmon , wasabi ,creamed cheese with garlic and dobs of sweet crushed peas. Preparing sushi is the nearest I get to proper mindfullness . Volodymyr the spunky bantam cockerel was watching everything and tiptoed into the garden under the dogs’ and Albert’s radar and managed to cop a dozen gobfulls before Mary realised what was happening and dropped her rubber chicken  Volodymyr from Going Gently https://ift.tt/akfGjFq

 I’m back to work tomorrow so today feels like that awful Sunday night knotty feeling you used to get the say before school. The community Association put on a soup and roll lunch in aid of Ukrainian Refugees and in support the village school children had designed Ukrainian flags to stand on each table. Polish Monika , the hall’s caretaker had made Borscht which was absolutely delicious as the obvious choice of soup to have, even the the Velvet Voiced Linda gave us a choice of six from the menu. I sat with Affable Despot Jason’s father in law and we talked central heating and bara brith for a while. Mrs Trellis sans her bobble hat was upset that the church was closing and village elders Ian, Nick and David seemed to be putting the worlds rights over tea and cake. I gave Bron Haul Marion my raffle tickets and I wanted to get back to light the fire and to do jobs  I’m working four long days in the next five from Going Gently https://ift.tt/xX0jLNR

 Ukraine You inspire me You drive me You show me Why I’m proud You remind me Of why I fight Why I live And why I must continue To be a human Full of hope Joy And compassion Lord Use me To magnify To pray And have A heart For humanity from R's rue https://ift.tt/IzAl2LU