thank you all for calling in
I'll be putting some new Photos on this coming weekend.
please call again.Henny.
Thursday, 2 October 2008
Nearly at 500.
well, on my visitor counter, I've nearly reached the 500 !
thank you all for calling in
thank you all for calling in
OLD AGE ?? WHAT"S THAT ??
Old Age, I decided, is a gift I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!) , but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a los t love .. . I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old. (they can only hope !)
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old.. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.
And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a los t love .. . I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old. (they can only hope !)
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old.. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.
And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
THE FINAL WORD ON NUTRITIONAfter an exhaustive review of the research literature, here's the final word on nutrition and health.:1. Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
2. Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
3. Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
4. Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
5. Germans drink beer, eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks
than us.
6. The French eat foie-gras, full fat cheese and drink red wine but still suffer fewer heart
attacks than us
CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like.
Speaking English is apparently what kills you.
Monday, 15 September 2008
Show and Tell
We have a very large Orchid nursery( we call it the Orchid Farm.) here in the Polder (reclaimed land) when visiting there recently, I made some photo's,which you can see here
It is all indoors !
above: one of the many greenhouses !
The Florist making some beautiful arrangements !
He was also my previous neighbour !!
Beautiful blooms.
Beautiful blooms.
Like being in the jungle, warm and humid.
Koi fish , some very big ones !
Koi fish , some very big ones !
The Japanese garden !!
Sunday, 14 September 2008
Pink Fairy
Started 2 Sept.2008
last update 14 Sept.2008
now the hair, tons of it !!
Oct. 5th.2008
It's a difficult pattern, so many colours in this quarter,it looks like a cusion on the back of it.
After nearly 2 weeks of very intensive stitching,I've finished 1 quarter of the pattern, the next part will be the arm and face. if it takes me nearly 14 days, to finish 1 part, it should take onother 6 weeks to finish, but I think you should give me a bit more time, just incase !!
wish me luck !!
Sunday, 7 September 2008
I like to know why you're here,
1. As a comment on this post, leave one memory that you and I had together.
It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
And if we've never met in real life, leave me a comment of your favorite post.I wrote and why it was your favorite.
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually really funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you
It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
And if we've never met in real life, leave me a comment of your favorite post.I wrote and why it was your favorite.
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually really funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you
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