Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
‘Spring iz sprung, da grass iz riz, I wonder where dem boidies iz? Da little boids is on da wing. Ain’t dat absoid? Da little wings iz on da boid.’ The American poet, Ogden Nash, gets the blame for this wonderful poem about spring.Spring! September 1st marked the beginning of spring. I sleep with my
“Think on these things!” My friend threw this remark over her shoulder as she went to make us coffee. We had been discussing topics for my next blog and this comment stopped those thoughts completely.“Think on these things!” I exclaimed. “That was the title of a radio programme when I was a child.”I remember it
Mwaahp! Mwaahp! In the film, The Notebook, Ryan Gosling, a top notch crush of mine, leaned towards Rachel McAdams to give her the most delicious kiss and I heard: Mwaahp! Mwaahp!Damn, there must be something wrong with my Cochlear Implants. I took one off, gave it a shake, put it back on and the Mwaahp
“I went for a walk in Africa at the foot of the Outeniqua Mountains.” – Karen Blixen, sorry, I mean, Gaynor Young!!! I am usually unable to join my friends on their wonderful mountain and forest walks. With my spastic right hand side, I
My new glasses were great! Red and turquoise in colour and they looked kinda funky. I had just had my cataracts in both eyes ‘done’, and I looked upon these glasses as my reward. A week after getting them, I returned to Anriette, my optician.“I don’t think these lenses are right. My sight seems a
It is from children that our world is made. I am imagining a conversation between two six year old boys:“It’s great that we got here early. I like running and catching the sarmie from the van window. They know me now and it’s a bit like playing rugby, when the ball is passed down the
The Third World War has begun! Only this time we do not have to evade machine gun bullets. We do not have to worry about falling bombs. We do not have to keep a watchful eye for men leaping out of cane fields armed with pangas. Oh no, our enemy is far more skilled and
Sue started it.‘George Friends’ is a WhatsApp group made up of my special women friends in George.Mums once remarked to me: “Gosh, you have a lot of friends in George!”“No,” I corrected her, “I know a lot of people in George but I have about seven special friends.” I laughed, “You are one of them!”“That’s
Passion! That is what struck me about Karen Tungay. It was distinctive and all-embracing. Her passion! “Hello!”I looked into those mischievous, dancing eyes and instantly made a friend. Karen and I met in a lift club when I was ten. I changed schools a few years later but I saw Karen often when I went
Children nowadays love to play with their array of electronic gizmo’s. Many of these devices cut out the world around them totally. They render up melodies to be heard by the head-phoned listener alone. Playing with X-Box, interaction is with voices of strangers on the other side of the world rather than friends. Young people
