Before the End of Days - and After

So, May 27th 2012 has been and gone and I don't think the world has ended (of course it could have and I might just be imagining that I am here, doing this etc but that philosophical debate is a bit much at this time of day) It's likely that I have misinterpreted the prophecies though. I downloaded the book to my Kindle 3 days before May 27th, but with the backlog of books to be read on Kindle quickly becoming as large as the pile of 'real' books to read which are in piles around the house, I haven't got very far yet.

The prophecies revealed in Robert Weinland 's book tells us that that the date given is the end of "man's self rule" and apparently the demise of the United States, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Great Britain and much of western Europe and which will be followed by man's final world war. This war will be the result of clashing religions and the governments they sway. Billions will die and the destruction of this time will far exceed the very worst times of human history. The book is directed to the "people of three major religions. Islam, Christianity and Judaism who's roots are in the God of Abraham"

With the massacre of innocent, defenceless people in Syria becoming more appalling by the day and other grotesque events happening around the world by the minute, it's not difficult to conclude that this really is the end of humanity as I understand it. As Einstein stated - It has become appallingly obvious that our thechnology has exceeded our humanity.
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I will not be asking 'God' what to do in this situation. I have long since passed a belief in one god as being plausible.

But I do believe in the power of prayer, which seems as if this is all that can be done by some of us in these awful times. If the positivity of thoughts can somehow be transmitted into the ether and then into the minds of individuals whose lives are being destroyed and into the minds of the perpetrators of these inhumane crimes then just maybe this world may get a little relief.

In the name of humanity, I pray.

PPPHHHEEEW - hot isn't it ? (observations from a 54 yr old gimmer ))

It's probably just me but I'm not that unique. 

I am old'ish though and most things get on my nerves most of the time. I get on my nerves most of the time so I do sympathise with everyone else on this.
So,the sun is shining,there's hardly a cloud in the sky and it's definately hot. Great ! In this country we're always waiting for hot weather and when it comes we try to make the most it. 


But the things that people do and 'rituals' we seem to go through are irksome, you must agree. Firstly BBQ's. I mean, why ?  
Can anyone really say that they have tasted a beefburger, sausage or chicken drumstick that has been barbequeued and tasted better than one done in the kitchen in a frying pan or even under the grill ?  OK if you like food burnt to a cinder or black on the outside and soggy in the middle, then fine. You go ahead. And all that preparation !  Either pouring 3 bottles of lighter fluid on a few charcoals or lugging a great object from the bottom of the garden where it has been stood all winter and the cover (which cost almost as much as  the bbq) is covered in dead leaves and bird crap that needs to be cleaned before you start. That's to cook outside on gas when you have a perfectly reasonable gas cooker in the house. Maybe someone can enlighten me on the joys of this.
Then there's the males of our species who take off their tee shirt at the first opportunity and walk around the streets barechested with the shirt in their hand or slung over one shoulder or sometimes tucked in the waist of their shorts or jeans. No thanks. I was told the other day not to look, but I don't think that's my responsibility.
Some females, of all ages, might as well take their whole top off too for the amount of cleavage, bare back and stomach that  they have on show. Complete with flabby thighs and varicose veined legs ... gross. If you want to expose bare sweaty flesh, please do it in the privacy of your own home or garden - and in the case of my home, only do it if you are getting in and out of the bath or shower or going to bed.
Then there's the screaming kids bouncing constantly on trampolines and jumping into paddling pools, doing a You've Been Framed and wondering how they've ended up with 2 black eyes and a broken arm from diving into 4 inches of water. The pool itself is a nightmare. Takes half the morning to fill it up then the kids moan it's too cold to get in it and you have to ferry kettle fulls of hot water to make it 85 degrees plus. They were complaining you were too hot and now the water's too cold !
When you at last get yourself settled in the shade to read the paper or your "summer book" with a nice cool drink all the neighbours get out their lawnmowers, strimmers and hedgecutters and start playing music (that should be in inverted commas too) loud enough to be heard over the top of the machinery. It's bedlam.


Like I said, it's probably just me, but I'm taking no chances today. As it has also been forecast that today 27th May is The End Of Days...again .... I am going to find the highest, loneliest mountain that the car will climb and sit on the top.
And I'm taking a picnic of cold, uncooked, unsmoked food.


Have a lovely Sunday - I intend to.

I'm not paranoid but think "THEY" are trying to confuse me ...

It always seems to happen. I have a vague notion of a blog topic or story or article idea while emerging from the depths of an exhaustion and medication induced sleep.
By the time I've woken up enough to drink a cup of tea or two, the idea is still itching at my thought processes. I turn the laptop on to write some notes - reading the news on my phone as I do so - and getting slightly distracted my a few emails - and open 'New Post' page of Google Blogger. This is the problem point. 
Google Blogger welcomes me to the site and tells me that it is upgraded, updated and has a new style and format. 
Great , I suppose I ought to think. But I don't.  I spend the time that I could have been posting my scintillating thoughts onto the blog staring at the settings page and trying to work out what in fact has actually changed and if it's any better than it was before.Don't even considering asking "before what?"


And by now I am sort of forgetting what the brilliant idea was.


Of course it can't have been such a good idea if it has so easily slipped and become  stuck  between the layers of Breaking News, Twitter feeds and Facebook comments 

... ... but it was my idea and deserves to be treated with a bit of respect. Ideas of any kind don't come so easily as they used to, you know. 


Anyway, this blog now has a post for this month and you (or I ) I never know, there might be more before the week's out never mind the month.
If only "THEY" would leave things as they are for long enough for me to digest 
information in a more leisurely fashion, I would be very grateful. 

Pyjamas are only jeans with patterns on

http://wwwrite-place.blogspot.co.uk/2010/09/pyjamas-are-only-jeans-with-patterns-on.html

Bananas in Pyjamas

At the risk of boring my reader, I just wanted to say that I am on a 'pyjama theme' today - again.
There's two reasons for this 
1 I am wearing mine
2 I have been updating this blog (and attempting to change and update my website Write-Place to it's new domain Write Place
Now as my blogger/writer friends know, the process of unjumbling thoughts from your brain and transferring them to the keyboard in a format that others will understand, is not an easy task. It's difficult enough doing it in a way that you understand yourself. Hardly without you realising you are searching other websites, looking at today's TV listings, looking at what's trending on Twitter and checking Facebook to see if anyone's bothered to respond to your inane comments. I usually find myself 'phoning a friend' too.


It's a bit like looking at photographs. You intend to just look at one or a few, but suddenly you are researching not only your own family history but that of your brother's friend's uncle's grandparents who emigrated to Uzbekhistan with Sir Francis Drake (I'm not implying that Francis Drake went to Uzbekhistan, but I think you get the general idea).
 I have been looking at old posts and have gone off at a tangent and back again to something that I have blogged about before - pyjamas. I don't know if I have a phobia - positive one if there's such a thing -about pyjamas or if it's psychosomatic.  
I love pyjamas and am looking forward to wearing a new pair tonight. 


So here I am, in my pyjamas - though I have been showered - eating bananas, drinking coffee and half watching  some shopping channel on telly. Who knows what I may have purchased by the end of the day, and what a pleasant way to spend a Saturday, don't you think ?

The Well - One Word Challenge: Writers - Online

  

  Writers-Online  January 2012 prose winner -  "Shift"

The Well

 The sky is overcast with dark grey streaks signalling rain. She wishes she'd worn shoes instead of sandals that flap against her heels, flicking bits of loose Tarmac as she waits to cross the newly laid road.

Rush hour traffic buzzes past, exhaust fumes mingling with the oily smell of bitumen, catching her throat. Same walk to the same supermarket, same time, same route she's been taking for a number of years since her youngest started full time school.

She glances at her watch as she weaves between a van and a bus while the lights are on red. She's not late, yet.

A flash of sunlight illuminates the scene as the sounds around her change. Her feet feel encased. She looks down to see herself dressed in laced boots, thick wool stockings, a linen pinafore covering a rough dress.Water trickles over stones and a heavy leather bucket thuds against her as a boy hauls in the rope. A snuffling,steaming horse waits patiently, scraping it's hooves on the cobbles.

Then as suddenly, she is back in the present. A time shift that reverts in a moment but remains in memory.

The lights change to green. She continues her walk.

Click here to see the picture that inspired this flash fiction