I imagine that if a group of people who know me were asked to describe me that one of the things that most of them would say is that: I am a private person. True. Yet, paradoxically I write a blog and it’s out there in cyberspace for anyone to read. Also true. But when I write a post I try not to mention anything I wouldn’t be happy to chat about with, say, a random stranger on a train.
Last Thursday week I went to an evening bread making class, held at the artisan Firehouse Bakery, in Delgany a pretty north Wicklow heritage village. The Firehouse Bakery is part of a foodie complex called ‘The Delgany’ and said complex has: a food hall; a restaurant; a flower and gift shop; and the aforementioned Firehouse Bakery which is a bakery cum café.
That is a question and three-quarters. We are bombarded at different levels, and on so many fronts, by information about food – from advertisers showcasing the wares of their industrial food-producing clients to a mass of TV programmes, and zillions of articles in newspapers, magazines or blogs about healthy nutritional and lifestyle choices.
Will I, won’t I? Well, actually, I will: eat in a vegan fashion for four weeks that is, but just not at the moment. I had thought I might do so in January, but I have decided against. Truth be told, everytime I contemplate a meat, poultry, egg, and fish free four-weeks (and these are just some of the food stuffs I would need to forego) I wonder might it be dizzingly difficult and would I have will-power wobbles and throw in the towel in the first week. Quite likely, so I need to get my head properly wrapped around the idea and suss out some vegan recipes before I give it a go.
So. I put learning a little about the history of art, by reading some books on the subject, on my list of things I would like to do over the next decade. So. I have over nine thousand images that I’ve taken over the past few years stored on my MacBook, and I am beginning to worry that if I don’t delete some of them soon my Macbook’s memory may implode like a dangerous building being demolished with dynamite.
Lately, well, immediately post-Christmas, actually, I was in the UK staying with my very good and old (in the known for a long time sense) friends A & B and their three beautiful and clever daughters one of whom I feel privileged to be godmother to, and I mustn’t forget the final member of the household the aptly named Bella the friendly family dog. There are no pictures or posts from my trip because I was too busy having a wonderful time: said time was a magical mix of some lovely things to do and relaxing interludes.
There’s a time to make lists: there’s a time to unwind. Paradoxically what’s most likely the year’s prime list making time, New Year’s day, is also a public holiday.
I gave up making New Year resolutions several years ago but I replaced the resolutions with a series of to-do list, each with a different heading e.g. personal; health and fitness; home etc. This year in the interest of a chilled New Year’s day there was no frenetic writing of multiple lists of things to do over the coming twelve months but instead I thought of stuff I would like to do over the next decade and as I seem to have difficulty breaking the list-making habit, I listed them. They are:
I am just popping in to wish you a happy, peaceful and restful Christmas and if you don’t celebrate Christmas I wish you a happy holiday. And I hope that you have a good 2014.
Although the blog deals with the lighter side of life I am aware that Christmas can be a difficult time and if that resonates with you I would like to send you a virtual hug.
Thank you so very much for reading Just Add Attitude and I truly hope that you will continue to do so.
I am going away for a short break just after Christmas until the New Year so I’ll talk to you again in 2014.
This comes with tons of good wishes. Take care.
From B at Just Add Attitude.
Last Sunday I ventured into the centre of Dublin, filled with a certain amount of trepidation, because that winter festival is approaching faster than a runaway train, and I was afeared I would meet a total cacophonous crush. But thankfully no: the city was gently awash with people, traffic whistled by, and Christmas lights twinkled but all in a pleasantly busy and festive-y way.