Those Devices ...

Depending on personal preferences ... an irritant or a wonderment ... 

With my sister passing on her still useful to use ... gadgets or a gift anew ... or as time passes when I was finding my own niche and I decided to start saving for something to make life streamlined ... passing me on ... for the amount I had put aside to have a model than I would have not been able to get for a while ... A bargain ...

And since made my mini tablet heave a sigh of relieve ... which had until then taken the brunt of wear and tear of my blogging ... and more ... This tablet boots up instanteouly .... It has given me many a hour of taking my mind off my grief for a while ... It has travelled everywhere ... It is easy to pack in a bag and carry and use with such ease ... 

It is on this I have learnt so much with this world of technology ... Those who bemoan this particular model ... I agree too ... You do pay for what you get unfortunately ... The battery life is outstanding ... It boots up before you can blink ... that I am now spoiled and I forget to wait to begin with when I use the original laptop Dad gave for my use on hubbys passing, when at temporary accommodation ... 

It seamlessly works in everything you wish to do ... It is slick ... I am thankful to have had this in my recovery ... And beyond ... 

Blogs blogs and blogs

Saturation of all forms of these logs in business, pleasure, personal. how tos and so it goes. All the add ons, advertising, hints and tips. As usual I follow my path. I write to write. I do that in the limitations with now. It will naturally expand, as it is happening while I go through the various niches of recovery. 

It shows too, when I am more lucid. At the outset it was more about writing, than fussing with design. Part of my upbringing in drawing in to your work, is impact of design. Where and what will be read or not. I just wrote, the design and adjustment will maybe come later?

If my work gives pleasure, helps even one person that we are not alone, in any adversity or helps to understand a mind in and from trauma. That even in this, there is the fascination of rediscovering life again and the fun that can come again. That is more than anything itself. 

It is giving many positive thoughts. And ideas with self publishing ... Vocations ... Mixing writing with a view to a variety of work, of what I am able to do now, once the adaptation to life in a different environment to currently. 

The many aspects of design I have been able to access, is like catching up in my lost time of designing and decor in the home/crafts. It has given me satisfaction too that I have used various images, colours, text and so forth ...

And it gave me a lot of thought and instead of continually thinking ... I took the plunge ...

It started with finding a platform I was comfortable with, naturally evoking my curiosity as I travelled through the new to me then territory from emails, to all things whatever in this world beyond your fingertips or mouth. All the various accessibility to enable all with different abilities in life in our various impairments we might have, like my own Dad who was visually impaired ... It really opened up his world too ...

Another First And Another ...

since life changed ... then change and then changed even more ... 

It would be bizarre to some ... especially if not mentally health minded ...

Another sensational memory created in a moment in time today ... that is the main thing today ... to soothe my mind, spirit and soul ... 

At 10am in the morning ... odd ... not to me ... after adversity and sleep disturbances ... sensational ... 

Back to the Food banks ...

I have finally caught up with this on my travels out today ... the unmanned collection point to donate food in the local supermarket has been removed ... in the life of plenty or in our bubbles some do not get the concept of little, when life is a daily struggle to some, through no fault of theirs. 

My husband had to busk at one point, in time. At the time it was not always understood.

We had one donation of food from a church. It is was not easily accessible or consistent then. When it started to appear post crisis, I naturally supported it, even though I still do not have much, myself. 

Throughout our childhood, for my husband the Salvation Army, for myself when I was a Brownie, Guide, Young Leader and those school years or attending church, we do it through various means to help those in the communities. Or sending shoe boxes of other goodies, to far off places, etc.

It is now a loss to not have that point to leave food. I will pop in my local bank, who had a collection point long before the local superstore did, to see if it is still there. I hardly go in there these days.

With the amount of food tossed. The inequalities in the world. Fortunately there are plenty of us who quietly or publically campaign, so I am sure it will be back, one way or another. 

I have also had the opportunity to volunteer at our sorting point, ready to distribute, I am still struggling to get rid of the other excesses in life of another who was unwell. 

I have been very much entertained whilst

living in a flat ... Both my husband and Dad had a banter going with a name I cannot recall presently. Almost virtually everybody have turned their nose up. It is vastly different to our last abode, a listed scenic situated cottage in a well to do area, It was by a river that dried up in the year we moved in, to many times nearly breaching the banks when we moved from there. We have seen a spectrum of life in living in such diverse places. You hardly get cold callers here, at the flat. At our other home we had many, they would put the price up too.

Yet some pay a hefty price to live in loft style or riverside apartments etc. On top and under others. We are all different. This has certainly been interesting for me. 

Our flat is lovely and central for easy access for other parts of this country. The fact in that both public transport of buses and trains are a hop skip and a jump away, for getting both locally and to either Central London one way or Ashford International onto and beyond the Euro tunnel etc. the other. And in the opposite direction, the very nearby interchange and network of roads, with the M25 built within the time I have been in the area. This takes you to the Dartford Tunnel etc one way or my area that was, the other, including my birth county. And so much more.

I live on the ground floor and currently under occupy, much to the annoyance to some. We had ground floor originally, due to husbands fading mobility. Now it is good for me. I don't think anyone here who have seen my prior floods, would like me living above them at the moment, while I recover my life, presently. 

I have been supported in living here, until I am ready to occupy a less family oriented home. It is still not quite absolutely certain where daughter would continue her studies. She had the opportunity to go to a more local uni in London (where if it is more appropriate to continue there) or Wales or where she eventually went on gaining her A levels etc. And it all depends on so many things like me. Everyone knows if I find something really good vocationally here, I might postpone my other eventual move and move into a better needed property for my needs, here. 

It has also been interesting living in social housing, when my husband medically retired from his career. We as a family been very much involved in social housing, learning and helping others in this process. It is a good community. My husband was a tenant board member which involves other committees and in house training, opportunities to sit on panels etc. Our daughter was involved in all aspects too. I have followed it on a tad. I have had a lot of opportunities too, for I have been well supported at times. I could if so wished work in this area when I am ready ... There is an office in my town or a train journey to head office. It has been an avenue I have thought about.