I wrote a lush blog last night. Then, I lost it, so it's somewhere floating around in cyber space.
I digress, about this weekend. We held a church meeting. Wow, I hear you say.
We had Pauline and Adrian Hawkes and their family, from London. Justin (speaker) and his family from Wales.
They had come for a Friday night barbecue and being Great Britain, it rained. So in the end we had about 70 odd people in our house. You can imagine the noise.
Me being the only one in the wheelchair, I got my fair share of pats on the head and "aw isn't she cute" from the older people. I'll let Paula get into the nitty gritty of the weekend in her blog.I know I sound like a right stick in the mud, I dont mean to. A good weekend was had by all. Yes, I did say weekend because we had to do all again on the Saturday with even more people luckily it wasn't raining.
Despite this the weekend inspired me and set me up for the week ahead.WELL DONE.
Tuesday 31 May 2011
Saturday 28 May 2011
Speaking
I chose to write aboutvthis because it is the most frustrating. I used to be well known for my little quips, for giving as good as I got. Something me and my Dad got off to perfection. The trouble is I still think the same, but now my clever response comes outveiyhervto loud or to slow and completely uniintelligable.
People get only nerves when they obviously haven't understood me. People just don't spend the time to listen anymore, like when I get stuck on one word. I can picture it, I know what it is, I just can't get it out Of my mouth, people used to guess the word until they got it now they justcwalk away, I find this infuriating because I do have interesting things to say (I think)my extra sensitive sense of Parma doesn't help, put it this way, instead of pushing myself forward and making people listen, that isn't easy when I have finished my one-liner,they have moved onto anothervsubject. I would rather sit in silence, part of my apron I guess. I only speak now when it's absolutely necessary, I knowvthe days are gone of my quick one-liners, it's just waitingbfor my brain to catch up.I suppose my paranoia is the reaso I have written this, thinking it's the only way I'll be understood.
I keep on saying "I don't care how many times I've got to repeat myself before I'm understood,"but over this last year I have noticed that I do mind, this I know is my own impatience,if I want to be understood, I've got to get more patience. My worst fear is being seen by a bunch of kids who I can not explain what has happened to me.
I get sick of people presuming that because I speakbslowly I must be slow in the head. I'm not!
People get only nerves when they obviously haven't understood me. People just don't spend the time to listen anymore, like when I get stuck on one word. I can picture it, I know what it is, I just can't get it out Of my mouth, people used to guess the word until they got it now they justcwalk away, I find this infuriating because I do have interesting things to say (I think)my extra sensitive sense of Parma doesn't help, put it this way, instead of pushing myself forward and making people listen, that isn't easy when I have finished my one-liner,they have moved onto anothervsubject. I would rather sit in silence, part of my apron I guess. I only speak now when it's absolutely necessary, I knowvthe days are gone of my quick one-liners, it's just waitingbfor my brain to catch up.I suppose my paranoia is the reaso I have written this, thinking it's the only way I'll be understood.
I keep on saying "I don't care how many times I've got to repeat myself before I'm understood,"but over this last year I have noticed that I do mind, this I know is my own impatience,if I want to be understood, I've got to get more patience. My worst fear is being seen by a bunch of kids who I can not explain what has happened to me.
I get sick of people presuming that because I speakbslowly I must be slow in the head. I'm not!
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