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Saturday, 18 July 2015
When I was small (and even today) I try to fix certain good-time memories into my head.
For example, if one day my whole body/soul feels really great, I try to remember exactly how that felt. Sitting by the pool, sipping a glass of rouge, I try to record that for future occasions when things may not be the same.
My original childhood idea was that when I had a cold, or was feeling just plain ill, I would recall what life was like when things were perfect. I'm not sure if this ever worked, because when you're feeling 'down' it's difficult to see life otherwise.
Yesterday evening I was enjoying a glass of wine by the pool; the temperature had cooled to about 25 C, there was total silence, Bok was sleeping at my feet, and, for a while, everything seemed absolutely perfect. If (when) one day I should succumb to permanent illness or disablement, it will be yesterday afternoon that I shall try to recall.
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!