Twittering, Grand Prix weekend, Diabetes 2 cure?

PLEASE NOTE that this is not a diary but an attempt to leave writings intended for future social historians in 2525 and beyond. The 2525 is taken from the song by Zager and Evans,,,,

In the year 2525

If man is still alive

If woman can survive

They may find….. 

I am becoming quite a good social twitt – er. I have been collecting followers lately who seem mostly to be reacting to the fact I have put ‘writer’ in my profile. Now in the shape of things five followers is so minimal as to be almost the same as none. When I go on these ‘followers’ sites they have thousands of followers and follow thousands more. I think they will be most disappointed in me. Still it a bit of fun in my quiet life. I am maybug76 on Twitter.

It’s a Grand Prix weekend so cars squeal across my room today and tomorrow. I can stand it for about half an hour then I disappear upstairs to my bedroom, the only other room I can go to in our small house. Even dog knows not to bother my husband on GP days. Oh yes, it means I have to get the food ready without any help at all, surprised he can find his mouth to eat it! I get so bored with it – yak,yak, yak from the presenters. Still, I suppose it is a male thing - cars.

Had a problem with Google Chrome browser in the Cloud Printing. Tried to start it but it would not work and I got left with an error message that still won’t go away after many tries to reset. Think It won’t work from anything but tablets and phones yet and I shouldn’t have tried it. Have to take it to my IT fellow to mend it.

My weight saga. Not having much to do this week of holiday due to the bad weather I have stuffed myself with goodies. The scales this morning groaned and I screamed. Oh dear, right back were I was a months ago. Weeks ahead on ‘The Plan’ which is supposed not to leave you hungry – BUT DOES.

Interesting news yesterday re Diabetes 2 cure. Due to so many obese people having gastric operations which cut down drastically what they eat, they have found if they had diabetes 2 it went away. So they now think if you starve at about 600 calories a day for about 6 to 8 weeks (Boy, you’d really be hungry) it kick starts the pancreas producing insulin again. The fat around the pancreas had stopped it  and eventually causes the illness. It would be great if something as simple as cutting down calories was a cure. For years they have said don’t eat this or that but this is just the amount you eat. I haven’t had this problem myself but might have had I stayed at the 4 stone heavier that I was. I am now only need to lose half to one stone but have been in this no man’s land for some time now. Must try harder so I am at my best for my Ruby Wedding anniversary in September.

Anniversaries mean  a lot to us in 2011 and I would not be surprised if they still do in 2525. It seems to be a very human thing.

Apologies for not writing this blog

PLEASE NOTE that this is not a diary but an attempt to leave writings intended for future social historians in 2525 and beyond. The 2525 is taken from the song by Zager and Evans,,,,

In the year 2525

If man is still alive

If woman can survive

They may find….. 

I have not done too well with this blog for posterity, half a year gone and mostly I have not posted anything even as short as a Tweet! Do you still have Twitter? It is writing a short blog on a web site called – Twitter. You can follow other Tweeters and lately I have followed the presenters of a TV Programme called Spring Watch, about wild life in Britain. Most people have actual friends who follow each other and keep in touch with what’s happening to them. I haven’t got anybody that as daft as me to tweet, well not in my age group of friends. Most of them can hardly use a mobile phone yet. Then my few followers are hoping for some kind of pecuniary happening i.e. to sell me something. I have no idea how they find me but I expect there is a program that if a particular thing is mentioned they latch onto it. But it has gone on to greater things and is part of the worlds happening, particularly in the Middle East revolts along with Facebook, more bloggy. Oh, I am maybug76 on Twitter

So this is not a Tweet, it’s a blog and I people don’t get to hear of a little old lady writing in a small town in southern Britain and I have not kept up with my idea to tell the future about life in 2011. I have brought down my notebook computer from my bedroom as I realised that my downstairs computer is often monopolised by my husband. Today we are technically on holiday but have not gone away. We are supposed to be going out for days but the weather is very rainy and cold for June and so far we have stayed in. Hence not being able to get to the downstairs computer. I am determined to go out for a little bit of retail therapy today, whatever, so have sent husband and dog out for a longer than usual walk and then we can leave her to go to Torquay Shopping or at least window shopping. Torquay is a famous holiday resort and is only just over a couple of hills from home. So I can pretend I have gone away. Actually going to look at refrigerators as we have just discovered ours has a bad cracked casing.

Will try hard to keep in touch from now on even if it only as short as a Tweet

Re-joining Twitter and my fight with Dyslexia

PLEASE NOTE that this is not a diary but an attempt to leave writings intended for future social historians in 2525 and beyond. The 2525 is taken from the song by Zager and Evans,,,,

In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find…..

　
Just about to write my blog and you might guess it – David has just come in and wants his lunch. Until later.
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It’s now later and David will be off again in a while. As mentioned elsewhere he works on a Saturday and our weekend is Sunday – Monday.

David mentioned that he wanted to join Twitter so he could follow his favourite Grand Prix racing drivers. I used to be on Twitter but got fed up with it and closed it down. It is a social network site where you are supposed to put up what you are doing supposedly all the time. Hmm. I don’t think so. It is the same with Facebook but the trouble is now lots of programmes on TV and radio say go to ‘My Twitter or Facebook page’.

So I recently joined Facebook and last night I rejoined Twitter under a slightly different name. If I bothered with them all the time I would have even less time to do anything else constructive which might have tangible results. However I did go back to follow Stephen Fry and even sent a tweet reply on his last tweet. Brave!

I often think of something that would be interesting to write about and when I sit down I can’t remember what it is. I put it down to the dreaded old age creeping on but the other day I caught up with a programme I had recorded featuring Kara Tointon and her Dyslexia. Now this young lady has just won a series called ‘Strictly Come Dancing’ in which she was truly wonderful. She examined all sides of her problem particularly re reading and maths, and her troubles when young of being thought stupid.

Well she taught this old dog some new tricks I can tell you. I suffered agonies when young from school teachers and my father. Maths still pass right over my head in anything save simple arithmetic and spelling eludes me (God bless the person who invented the spell check!) Like Kara I was good at anything arty or physical. My mother had taught me to read very early in life and by four I could read almost anything. BUT she had taught me by the shape of the word and not dealt with the spelling. I can read at almost speed reading speed but I still cannot spell certain words. One of those is ‘school’ I still put scool. Did it just now.

I have tried to improve during my life and since the invention of home computers I definitely have got better. Even to the point of having two books published one by a top publisher. Of course it was after my dad had died so I never got to say ‘not completely stupid dad’.

But there were other things Kara taught me. Like her, I was unremittingly untidy in my younger days and in the Air Force it got me into all sorts of trouble. I, again like her was good at all things physical and to do with arts and crafts. In fact after a year at Art School I became a Physical Training Instructess in the WRAF. Arts and crafts have been my hobbies all my life. But there is a certain destructive element in my character that makes me chop and change. I am doing this at one time and something else pretty soon after. I have tried to stick to one thing but it never works and I think, according to this program, my dyslexia is something to do with it. Problems also with short term memory.

To make matters worse dyslexia can be inherited and my son did just that. Luckily, like Kara, he found some coloured glasses that help him and he now has lots of letters after his name and I am very proud of him. Me, I have had to fight though on my own and am proud of my abilities with computers and crafts. I love writing and don’t think I am too bad at it. I hope by 2525 children will never suffer as kids still do today being thought stupid and even ostracised for it my their school mates and bullied.

One thing my dear old dad did give me was a full vocabulary but he never understood why I could not spell it. He would send me back my spelling mistakes in letters I had sent hime at the age of forty! I think he was able because he had been taught Latin and Greek. I had a terrible education which started just as the second world war broke out. Between bombs and poor teachers I learnt nothing. Thank goodness mother had taught me to read.

Some of my Computer Art photo taken at Exeter Musuem and artwork done on Photoshop. Have acually sold a hard copy of this.