Blog on!

When you suddenly come to the long overdue conclusion that you have actually  been doing this blogging thing all wrong! Or maybe going about it in the wrong way! Yep, that’s me! 100 % guilty of getting it arse about face as, in totally contrary to what is usual, expected or indeed logical. There is just no rhyme or reason to it, though I suppose there may be some rhyme as I have posted many poems here, and as for reason, well, I am still working on that one. Somehow under the ‘Blog’ heading, I have been placing all and sundry as my posts. Absolutely everything has been lumped together, and unceremoniously put out there for all the world to see, just how truly disorganised I am. Or maybe not all the world (slight exaggeration) but at least a few people here and there.

My Blog (I use the term loosely here), somehow says something about the utter chaos that is my life. I have followed no rules nor have I had any sort of plan on  exactly what I specifically want to achieve. I have merely presented various pieces of writing haphazardly with no due care or attention, and have simply gone full speed ahead and thought ‘damn the torpedoes’. To be totally honest, I just have n’t had a clue, not the foggiest really. I have admired many beautifully crafted Blogs on here but have so  far not managed to really create something truly worthy, at least not in my eyes. I am not talking about the actual ‘writing’ etc that I have put up but the way that I have presented it. Perhaps the eclectic mix of writing is a reflection of the eclectic mix of me.

I have been flitting about from one theme to another, not really knowing what I was aiming for, or maybe knowing a bit but then changing my mind because it just was not working, and not quite what I wanted. Maybe I am overthinking everything! I do have a tendency to do that sometimes, many times. I finally worked out how the ‘categories’ tab works whoopee! Also, a lovely fellow Blogger advised me to reduce the amount of tags I was using, and how to make better use of tagging in order to get more people seeing what I was posting. There are some really great people on here who are always happy to help and guide, which I find truly encouraging. And that’s the thing, I had thought about shutting it all down, and holding my hands up in defeat but I am not yet ready to be beaten by this Blog thing I have entered into. Not just yet! I will keep going. It’s almost a year since I joined, and I have connected with some beautiful souls here in the Blogosphere.

So all I can say is ‘Blog on!’

© Liola Lee 2019

 

 

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Elephant

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Elephants are considered to be a good luck symbol all over the world. They symbolise strength, family, loyalty, endurance and so much more! Truly magnificent animals!!

Image captured at Colchester Zoo, Summer 2019 and then manipulated in Photoshop to remove the cluttered background of the zoo, and to create a more moody effect that just focuses on the Elephant!.

A Tale of Two Dogs…

Life is life! How good it is to be alive with the promise of each new day! Every morning when I wake up I am so grateful to be here for another day! Not because I am ill or unwell but just because I have the opportunity to make this a great day, my best day or just a day when I get through all the challenges and obstacles that I may come up against which are at times many, and more often than not are what I put in my own way!

This last couple of weeks has been hard going to some degree! Let me try to explain or show if I am able.

We have two dogs, named Princess and Lexi, which is short for Alexis, if we are being specific.  In reality they are actually my daughter’s dogs, though I am the one that looks after them for most of the time. They are beautiful dogs packed full of personality and playfulness. They are truly adorable most of the time, such as now where they are curled up closely together gently snoring in unison as if they are one. They hate to be separated. They did not arrive as a pair but a pair is what they have become.

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Princess is brindle in colour, some would say brown but that would be wrong. Her fur is short and neat, in places her fur is even shorter and smooth, some may say bald but that too would be untrue. Her  dark brown eyes are soft and kind. She looks at you in such a knowing way as if to say, “I know what you are feeling”. She is a funny little thing, not too little like a toy breed, medium rather than big but to me just a funny little thing. She has wide shoulders and short  bowed legs, and has a wiggle when she walks which is rather cute and endearing, and her front legs dish outwards as she holds her head high in a somewhat defiant manner. When she lays down or rather reclines or sits, she always has her left ear cocked upright with the tip just ever so slightly folded over downwards; her way of staying on guard I guess, though in truth that left ear always looks just so.  She has a little white sprinkle of a stripe that starts between her eyes resembling an upside down ‘V’ which travels down to her nose . She reminds me of a small badger with it’s colours reversed. When she wants something she sort of grunts (is that a word I can use?) like a little pig with her grunts getting louder until she makes herself understood. She has something quite regal about her as she goes about her day, Princess by name, and a princess by nature. My daughter gave her that name and it’s as though she has somehow grown into her royal like persona.

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Our Lexi (Alexis) is as they say another ‘kettle of fish’. What exactly does that mean, ‘another kettle of fish’? Not really sure why I said that. I think it is one of those expressions I picked up in childhood from somewhere and anywhere. Having looked it up, it has it’s origins in Scotland and the North of England, which make sense now as my Nan was a Scot, and the family lived first in Scotland , and then moved down to Sunderland where my Dad, and one of my Aunt’s were born, in addition to spending some time in Leeds. So, I must have heard my Dad say it on occasion. As for meaning, it depends what is said in front of it. Here it just means ‘thing’ or ‘different’. It can also refer to a mess or a muddle which does not have any bearing on what I am trying to say about our Lexi, though as a young puppy she did make lots of mess, and somehow managed to muddle through to the beautiful dog she is today.. Unlike Princess, Lexi is neither brown nor brindle. Lexi is an orangey, gingery , coppery colour, and when the sun shines down on her she has little flecks that glow creating a gilt like glittery glow. Her once puppy green (yes green) eyes are now amber to blend splendidly in with the rest of her. Lexi has longer legs than Princess, and her conformation is more balanced. She has four white socks from which her pointy claws curl out and down.

To get back to the why’s and wherefores, of the last couple of weeks, and as to why it has been hard going, I shall tell you now. Lovely Lexi underwent major surgery as she severed or ripped her cruciate ligament in her right rear leg so we were told. We are not sure quite how she did it, but do it, she did. According to the Vet our only way forward was to operate. Our dear little dog had to have some sort of implant put in to hold it all together. She is making great progress but keeping a young active dog quiet, still and calm is a mammoth task and not so easily achieved, especially when there are two dogs and one is still bounding and crashing about. That said, in reality Princess has been gentler with Lexi than usual, though she still takes Lexi’s toys but she has given Lexi space when she needs it, and snuggles too when in demand. There has been only one collision when Princess crashed into the sutured leg,  which set us back a bit but each day sees Lexi improve little by little. She has to be led in and out on a lead, and lifted up steps of any kind. It has been two weeks since surgery and the subsequent implant, so it is still early days but hopefully time will heal her and all will be well in our world.

©. Liola Lee 2019

Images are Princess and Lexi, hopefully as described. Lexi’s eyes are amber but on occasion look quite green as in her picture here, depending on light

 

 

 

 

Zebra

1I7A0139 copy.jpg1I7A0139 copy2Zebra image captured by LiolaPhotographic 06/07/2019 at Colchester Zoo, Essex

 

It’s not always black or white. Today you are being reminded that the middle ground and compromise is important too. ~ Zebra

Zebra reminds us that there is more than one way of looking at things.  Open your eyes and see new ideas and new ways of resolving problems. Zebra reminds us that we are each unique.

© LiolaPhotographic 2019

 

The Fairytale Trap

Never make assumptions because more often than not, they’re wrong! 

The girl with a stare, queueing at the counter with token toddler in tow, tugging relentlessly at her shirt tails as tiny tots tend to do,  is a typical take on thoroughly modern mummyhood. Looking like, and yet not like any young mum taking the chance to escape the terraced cage for a bit, another pregnancy, baby bump bulging through tight, once loose top. Dirty disposables, playgroup melodrama, and conversations cradled in cliches and laundry lists are the order of the day if she’s lucky. More often than not it’s tantrums, Telly Tubbies and tea after tears. Stopover at the coffee shop is a welcome temporary release from the monotony of reluctant motherhood. A skinny latte, and almond croissant when she thinks nobody’s looking and nobody cares. After all a little indulgence helps her get through the routine of yet another lonely day. Is this it?  A grade ‘A’ student with potential to do well someone had once said. Somewhere, sometime, something had happened to change the course of the class room. She had fallen in love with the wrong boy, and as so often happens when young girls lose their hearts had got pregnant because she believed in fairytales and happy ever afters. Hers,  however was not a Cinderella marries a Prince Charming kind of story where the glass slipper fits but more a reality tv show where the ill fitting shoe is now on the other foot and the feet are blistered and sore. Fairytales are not real, they never were and dreams are but a distant destination of a deluded delinquent imagination. Sleep is hit and miss, though more missed than hit these days. Life is filled with small demanding people and big demanding people. Somewhere beneath and between the lines of the never ending story, the girl got lost in a clothes peg world of chores and domesticity. 

Fast forward 30 years and the rest, and the girl now a mature woman of 54, grey unsaloned  hair frames her face where once was mocha and chocolate carefully corkscrewed curls. Her roles are many but still she is lost, still lonely and alone in a crowded coffeeshop where the conversation has become comfortably stale. This is an unknown woman without a face still trapped in the fairytale that she sold herself in 1984. 

“And what will it be today Madam? Your usual skinny latte and almond croissant? said the Barrista.

“No, not today. Today I shall have tea and toast’,

© Liola Lee 2016

I wrote this while treating myself to some time out in a Costas coffee shop. It was an idea I had for a book idea. It’s still an idea…..