What Day Is It? What Month Is It?

Did September really arrive and I didn’t notice? Oh wait, I must have noticed – I change my colors here to be more autumnal.

Anyway, I’d better write something just so September doesn’t get completely away from me.

This has been a busy time for me lately. If you were a bug living up on the ceiling at the junction of the wall, where a lot of those buggies live, you’d probably disagree with that statement – that I’ve been busy lately. You’d probably be saying to yourself, “Busy? Her? She just sits there in that big tank of a chair all day doing nothing!” But if you did say that, Mr. (or Mrs.) Bug, you’d be wrong!

These days it’s not my body that is busy but that gray matter between my ears. It’s working non-stop lately on so many different jobs and topics that occasionally it spins like a top and threatens to take right off into the stratosphere! So far I’ve managed to catch it and rein it back to Earth… so far…

Basically, you could call me an obsessive/compulsive personality. Once I get a bee in my bonnet, so to speak, I run with it and it’s like trying to stop a freight train out of control going down the tracks.

Speaking of trains, as an aside, I read this article in The Argus online newspaper (which services the areas of Brighton and Hove in southern England) about a train that hit a cow on the tracks. That started my day off great! How horrible for the cow! How horrible for the passengers on the train, as well! This accident disrupted a lot of other train services all around that area, as you can see if you read the article I’ve linked above. What a mess.

But back to the other stuff. It’s been a dizzying few weeks here for me. My usual mental activities which include keeping up with the Red Sox baseball (even though they are in the tank this season, I am still a fan… a faithful one), keeping up with the various golf tournaments and my new favorite athlete, Rory McIlroy (although the last two events he has not won so I’m starting to worry about him a bit), keeping up with the tennis, i.e. the U.S. Open tournament going on in New York City right now, trying to keep up on my home and family and making sure they are happy and content which mainly involves keeping them fed and cooled off in these sweltering weeks near summer’s end. All this has kept me busy – in the brain, anyway.

But the biggest thing that’s happened was when I started a new book I’d bought by Helen Forrester called “Twopence to Cross the Mersey” about her life growing up in WW2 era Liverpool, England. That one book has changed my whole life around so that Liverpool has become my constant obsession now.

Forrester wrote a 4-book-autobiography beginning with the book I mentioned above and moving on to “Liverpool Miss”, “By the Waters of Liverpool” and “Lime Street at Two.” A couple of days ago I finished up the last one of these and I’ll never be the same again. In my brain anyway. In my sentiments, my empathy, my human spirit that fuels everything I do in this Life.

Now I’ve just discovered that Twopence to Cross the Mersey is being made into a straight play and will run at the Epstein Theatre, Liverpool, from March 10-21, 2015! Wow. I say “straight” play because it had been made into a musical before this, and I just can’t see how that would work with this story of war-torn Liverpool and all the sadness and grit that went along with Forrester’s stories. Another link to the Epstein Theatre site about this play is here.

Wow. Now there would be a dream-come-true for me – to be able to fly over to Liverpool to see that play in person. It will never happen, and at this point, I think I know all the details of these books already – it’s all I think about for most of the hours of every day lately.

“Helen Forrester” is the author’s pen name. She was June Huband while a single Liverpudlian Miss and then married an Indian man and became June Bhatia. She ended up living in Edmonton, Canada, and she wrote the 4-book autobiography set as well as quite a few other novels, all taking place in the areas where she has lived, including India and over into Canada. I am working on obtaining all those books and have a few of the novels already – am about to start one today, in fact.

But enough about that. I’ve become obsessed with her story and have been reading up on Liverpool and what that city went thru in the big wars. It was horrible. I don’t know how anyone lived through that time period. “Helen” died in 2011 at the age of 92 which is a testament to her grit and resolve to survive despite unspeakable challenges.

You see? I can’t even get on to another topic?

OK… break from that…

Last night we had an incident here. You might think it was a minor incident, and in the big scheme of things, yes, it was. Compared to Helen’s life, it was miniscule and insignificant. But for me it was huge.

We lost power in the middle of the night/morning, around 2 a.m. For some reason we both were awake and noticed it right away – it was pitch black upstairs. With none of the little tiny lights that stay on our gadgets all the time, plus the night-light in the bathroom upstairs, to light the way around for humans and canines alike, it was the darkest I’ve ever experienced. No difference at all with eyes open or shut. It was scary too. The AC had, of course, stopped cooling us – the fan went off, the clock-radio was a goner, and the dogs, mainly Kip, were restless. He was walking back and forth between our two bedrooms when it dawned on me that he can’t see either and the stairs were right there… when all of a sudden…. KER-BANG! Down my boy went, crash-bang-boom down the steep stairs to the first floor flagstones by the front door. Holy Smokes, I flipped out of bed faster than I’ve done in years and rummaged around until I found my flashlight near the bed. I yelled to Paul that Kip had gone down the stairway and to go see about him while I followed with the flashlight. He seemed to be walking back and forth so at least that was a good sign.

When we got downstairs with the flashlight, he was a little freaked out and shaken up. We let them go out for a quick pee and then back in and Kip went right back up the stairs to bed. Paul got Em and joined Kip in his room and shut the door so they wouldn’t do that again! I was a wreck, just running over in my mind my little boy’s experience of falling, maybe head over heels (paws) down those hard wooden stairs… he must have been really scared! I pictured the worst but we are lucky and he seems to be OK.

I know this isn’t such a horrible happening, unlike what’s going on with some of my friends and their beloved pets right now (Peggy, I’m praying for you and Chubby Checkers right this minute!), but it did a number on me, for sure.

I stayed downstairs in my chair in the Reading Room, in front of the big double windows that were open and letting in some nice cooler night air. The man who lives across the street left in his car while all the power was off, and I think he belongs to some emergency group that jumps into service when things like this happen. I sat there in my reading chair for about another 30 minutes or so and then Bing-Bang, all the power came back and the little lights all over the house resumed their illumination of the darkness.

I have no idea yet what happened to our power. It was all over because out our windows I saw not one light anywhere. I did not hear any loud noise, either, like the sound of a transformer going down (which I’ve heard before in other instances like this). I am just now, at 10:22 a.m. going to go searching for the answer of what happened online somewhere. I’m still here with my cuppa getting caught up with my email and blogs and newspapers… and tennis from last night, etc. The day just goes by so quickly and I haven’t even opened my new Forrester book yet!

Now Kip is bugging me to let him out… sweet boy!

Kips

Funny boy! Sweet boy! My boy…

Cheers for dogs and for books and for sports and for electric power in our lives,

Bex & Co.

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13 Responses to What Day Is It? What Month Is It?

  1. Bex says:

    Yes, Eric, “some people” — how about an entry? What’s been happening there in the woods of Pennsylvania anyway? Fill us in, inquiring minds want to know.

    No, no lobsters on the ceiling, silly man!

    There are bugs and there are “bugs” — we have an overabundance of bugs that live up on the ceiling/wall junctions and I never even notice they are there – until someone is coming to visit and then they seem to put on their neon flashing lighted sweaters and blink down at me “Bugs Up Here! Come Get Me!” and I send Paul with the vacuum hose!

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  2. Eric Mayer says:

    I am glad Kip wasn’t injured. An aunt of mine once had a tiny little dog (I forget what breed) who became so feeble he couldn’t get up and down the stairs but had to be carried. A couple times he attempted the stairs and suffered broken legs. He was quite an advanced ago, however.

    I’m amazed that you have lobsters in your ceiling!! Oh wait, not those kind of bugs?

    Well, Liverpool to me of course means the Beatles. What else? Those books sound interesting though. Mary, who is nowhere near to her nineties, remembers not WWII but the postwar years of the early fifties which were very, very different in the UK than in the US. Austerity in the UK continued well into the fifties while things were booming in the US.

    I am glad to see you are making at least an occasional foray to journalscape unlike some people we could name…

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  3. Bex says:

    Wow! Bert? You met Helen Forrester? That is amazing! What are the chances of this happening? So,I assume since you went to her book-signing that you have possibly read more than just the one book of hers? Did you read the 4 book autobiographical books too? I don’t have the one you refer to but I plan on getting them all eventually. I have “The Latchkey Kid” on my table next to start today.

    Thanks so much for taking the time to comment in here! Hope to see you again sometime.

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  4. Nina Camic says:

    Keep many flashlights everywhere! Here, because we do get tornadoes, it’s really important to be able to grab a light and run. So we have them scattered all over.
    Glad your pooch was okay!And you too!

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  5. TopsyTurvy says:

    Poor Kip! I’m so glad he seems to be okay today, and so very glad that neither you nor Paul fell down those stairs!

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  6. bert says:

    Bex, so sorry to hear via your comment to our mutual friend Anna that you are having health issues in your life, too. I agree, sometimes life is just horrible, awful, terrible, etc. It helps me to remember my mantra of many years: this too shall pass. I’m trying to keep that in mind as I prepare to take my darling cat in for euthanasia tomorrow.

    On a more positive subject, you’ll be interested to learn that I actually met Helen Forrester at a book signing here in the 90s. She lived in Edmonton for a long time and was married to a professor at the University of Alberta. She was a beautiful senior lady with a gentle voice. We talked for quite a long time and shared a good laugh when I suggested she dedicate my copy of The Lemon Tree to ‘my great friend and beneficiary’. A happy memory.

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  7. sandy from iowa says:

    So glad all was ok with kip..it could of went bad.
    I have the books on my kindle..it will be winter reading.
    I hate when power goes off..
    Great blog as always

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  8. Bex says:

    Maggie, I think you’d love the Forrester books (I can’t imagine anyone who wouldn’t for that matter). Just got 2 more in the mail today… you can buy the older paperbacks for $.01 plus S&H on amazn so for $4 each that’s not bad.

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  9. So glad to hear Kip survived his mishap! We keep flashlights by the beds for just such nights, power out and so black that you cannot tell the difference with your eyes open or closed.

    The Helen Forrester books sound interesting!

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  10. Bonnie says:

    Amazing Kip did not get hurt. Glad for that.

    I hear the search to see what happened to the power. We had a shooting at the apartments up the street and never heard what happened from the TV crew standing across the street. I had to look up the paper story online. It amazes me how reporters can babble actually no news…live. lol

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  11. Karen DiCicco says:

    Bex, Glad Kip is seemingly alright today.

    Why can’t you go over to see the play?

    Money is one thing but handicap accessible has greatly improved. You can rent a scooter to get around while in Liverpool if you cannot buy one. I understand your situation but girl, don’t give in to it. Look at all your options. There are even Travel Agents specializing in handicapped travelers.
    I recently took my rolling walker to New England and though it was not easy as it was back in the 80’s, I went, I enjoyed, and the same when we did a business trip to Orlando and my husband rented me a scooter. Do it Bex. Just do it. Don’t give up on the pleasures life still holds for us older, physically injured, people.

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  12. Bex says:

    Wendy, I know! There have been so many times I’ve yearned for the dogs to be able to speak to me.. in words rather than just body language… just TELL me what’s wrong! Kip wasn’t limping or anything and he’s been his normal self today, bugging me for treats, to go out, for what I’m having for breakfast (he wants it ALL!) so I’m pretty confident he lucked out!

    BTW, Wendy, it’s been great seeing you in pictures in your FB pages! All these years I’ve wondered what you looked like, as I do all my readers and friends online, and it’s really nice to put a face to the words you so courteously and graciously offer here in my blog!

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  13. WendyNC says:

    So glad Kip didn’t get seriously injured with his tumble down the stairs. Those accidents are always so scary, especially since they can’t just tell us what might be wrong.

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