Mamissimo There's a matriarchal society from whom we could learn a great deal.
Their philosophies on marriage and child rearing have not only been successful for generations but avoided many of the pitfalls we impose when we follow the Western model.
. They are the Mosuo.
Until the Chinese government began using them as a tourist attraction, they lived quiet, rural lives but I fear tourism will corrupt their whole culture in time. as foreign men now visit and demand sex.
What with Up&Go suppositories and yellow snow, I've been as I read these posts - you naughty grannies.
Grammaretto I hope your wonderful DC are sparing some sympathy for you too as you struggle down this awfully difficult road.
All too often children, of any age, have no inkling of the pain and grief their parents are desperately trying to spare them by covering up.
One day at a time is wise.
Cherry You were probably joking about the hammock but it sent me off to research and indeed there are low hammocks, in square frames; some net, some material.
Size depends on need.
The sleeper adjust the height and tension but the idea is to slumber in the middle of a slight depression. Like sleeping in a volcanic cone
From what I saw, it would be very hard to fall out of a wider one, even in the midst of a seizure.
There's even a YouTube video showing how to construct one. It's outside and bigger than one would need in a bedroom - but basically the same.
No padded suit, just normal bedding.
I have a lot of my artworks and photographs in storage (like this one of my sister-in-law, taken in 2013). But to put them into scrapbooks when I already have 42 A4 ring-binder files in big plastic boxes, would mean more storage and I don't have the space.
I don't know if it's slow on the uptake with Hanna but she perfectly embodies the phrase, 'in one ear and out the other.'
I've decided to hang on a bit longer, at least until Christmas, because I'm hoping Karen will come back soon.
Then I'll just have Hanna on Fridays for bed-changing, library and shopping.
I decided this because just recently here and elsewhere, I've been too swift to complain. I'm not usually a whining or curmudgeonly person (though I can be); I think it's the after- effects of the dratted virus.
So from now on, everything is sweetness and light and I'm patient and tolerant with everyone.
Nortsat Are you feeling better today? I do hope so, if not, have another dozing day, eh?.
Sleep that soothes away all our worries. Sleep that puts each day to rest. Sleep that relieves the weary labourer and heals hurt minds Good old Will, had an answer for everything.
If we had hot chestnut sellers I doubt my Mum would have bought from them as she used to do ours on the range.
I do remember onion sellers from Brittany and Roma ladies selling pegs and white heather.
Once when I was 5 or so, I got into trouble for answering the front door and taking the offered heather to my Mum in the kitchen. She was livid and told me to give it back. I was so apologetic and felt sorry for the lady.
There was also The Pot Man and The Pop Man. The first sold crockery from a slide-side truck similar to the one shown.
The other sold fizzy drinks in earthenware bottles and later glass.
I have a scar across my wrist from falling down steps with the latter when I was 'trying to help'
Dandelion & Burdock, made properly with the roots; Sarsaparilla; lemonade and American Cream Soda.
Stay snug and comfy by your firesides or in your beds dear gangsters: panache missedout Nfkdumpling and dragonfly. thinking of you.