Question of the day.

What was the last song you listened to?

I’ve just posted a song for today and I listened to it while writing the post, and that was the last song I listened. It was “You Lay Low” by Gurli Octavia and you can check it out in the previous post if you’d like.

You? 🙂

Music Monday – Gurli Octavia – You Lay Low.

Hi hi peeps! 🙂

I’ve been MIA for a few days, but today I’m back with some music for you. Today’s song of the day post I’d like to combine with the post about celebrating my life because Bee over at The Bee Writes

is running the second Music Monday Blog Party which is an amazing opportunity to celebrate our lives and share some fantastic music.

So, as for celebrating my life, today I’m having a bit of a self care day. The last few weeks were rather tough for me, with all these exams and other stressing stuff. As you may know last Thursday I finally finished my school year, although my final exams are still to come. You could think I should be happy and relieved that finally the school is over and all, and I was incredibly relieved, but also was feeling incredibly depressed for the whole weekend, didn’t just have any energy and spent most of the time either sleeping or self-hating or overthinking or listening to Emilie Autumn. Maybe as the tension became slightly less my brain decided it’s time to slow down and depression was the result of it, I don’t know, but I was feeling really crappy. Today I’m still rather low, but my energy is higher and things don’t seem so overwhelming and hopeless hence I thought about a little self care day.

Actually the thing I’m mainly focused on today is snuggling with Misha. He seems to be very sociable today, is still with me. I had two cups of delicious coffee in the morning chatting a lot with Mum and a few hours ago we went to the confectionery nearby and had some incredibly yummy icecream, and then had a long walk. It’s very sunny today, but not hot, so it felt very nice. I am reading the only Jane Austen’s book I haven’t read before and it’s Sanditon. I love Jane Austen’s books, they always make me smile and I like her way of describing people. They’re light, but not so light that your brain turns off while you read them, if you know what I mean.

So that’s about how I celebrate my day today. I need to recharge because tomorrow we’ll have a BBQ with our extended family – I don’t know who came up with this silly idea you have to make BBQs in May – so I’m recharging before that happens and to get some energy for my finals, of which the first is coming on Friday. I’m sick of fear, but trying to not think about it more than I have to. At least my Dad has been very nice and offered us to drive us back and forth on Friday, so I’ll have to spend only one night there at that boarding school, from Monday to Tuesday, and that makes things much easier and more manageable than staying there from Friday to Tuesday. Of course my Dad doesn’t know how much of a deal is staying there for me, but he just has a day off work on Friday so it was his own suggestion to drive me and Mum and Zofijka will go with us too.

OK, so my song for today is “You Lay Low” by Gurli Octavia. Gurli Octavia is one of the artists I discovered very recently. She’s Danish and lives in Copenhagen.

6 Things I Wish People Understood about Migraines

KD writes about things people don’t understand about migraines. As a migraine sufferer, I also strongly wish more people understood them.

Her Patchwork Heart

What I feel like people with migraines wish others understood about the experience:

1) it isn’t just a really bad headache. I promise we aren’t exaggerating the pain. And usually we are severely downplaying the pain so we can keep functioning (if you can call it that).

2) migraine sufferers don’t refuse medicine because we’re not in pain. We refuse medicine because once it’s a migraine, medicine will only upset the stomach more and won’t do anything for the head.

3) migraines are whole body experiences, even though it’s just considered neurological. At their worst I can spend an hour or hours with my head in a trash can or over a toilet throwing up because any little sensation is excruciating. I know some people have it even worse. I know some people have migraines that can last days or even weeks.

4) to go along with 3…migraines make sound…

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Cara Dillon – There Were Roses.

Hi all! 🙂

So today I have another song by Cara Dillon for you, the last one in that Cara Dillon little series. It’s a very popular and, as far as I know, a widely known Irish song.

It was written by the Irish singer and songwriter Tommy Sands and it’s based on a true story. It’s about the situation during political conflict in Ireland referred to as “the troubles”. During that time there was a particular clash between Catholics and Protestants in Ireland, apart from having different beliefs they had differing political views which as far as I know led to a lot of misunderstandings and issues between these two groups. But despite of that, Tommy Sands describes the story of two friends (whose names are changed in the song), who were still friends despite different beliefs and views and they both were also Sands’ friends. Until the one of them who was protestant was killed by republican paramilitaries. Loyalist paramilitaries wanted to do the same in retaliation for a catholic, and ironically, one of the friends who was Catholic – Sean – was killed by them.

That’s a sad story, but the song is beautiful and I love Cara Dillon’s version, actually this is the only version of this song I’ve ever heard.

Seven C’s

So many brilliant names here. My favourites are Camellia, Celestia and Cornelia, and I also really like Clementine, but I like it much more when it’s pronounced with -een, the pronounciation with -ine is much more popular I guess though.

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7cs

Calling all lovers of exotic Princess-worthy names! Feast your name eyes and ears on these seven grand, gorgeous, and glorious C names for girls!

Camellia
Camellia has an exotic flare though it shares a similar sound to the much more popular Amelia. Camellia is a flowering plant was named for botanist Georg Josef Kamel. What little girl wouldn’t love a flower name? The nickname possibilities are endless, but a few you may enjoy include Cam, Cammie, Mel, Mellie, Mia, and Lia.

Cataleya
Cataleya is a variant of cattleya which is a genus of orchids – can you tell I love a good flower name? Zoe Saldana played Cataleya in the film Colombiana, giving this name a boost, though its not too popular currently ranked at Number 510. Cataleya would be a great way to honor a Catherine, Kathleen, or even a Lee or Leah.

Celestia
A name written in the…

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Question of the day.

Is there anything you’d like to tell me, or any question you want to ask me?

I’m gonna tell you guys things that I want to tell you at the moment.

My answer:

Hmmm, there could be a lot of things I could tell you, my lovely readers. First of all I’d like to thank you once again for the fact you are here, reading all of my scribbles and for all your likes and comments. I am thankful for all of you – those already 103 followers (yippeee!!!! thanks) and those of you who don’t follow me but still read my blog more or less often. And I am thankful for each one of you separately, all of your reading, likes, comments and follows, that means so much to me. You probably already know that I had a few other blogs before this one, they were much more humble, I even had one Polish blog on WordPress, but I’ve never got so many followers and I could only dream about so many comments and likes, it was in a big part due to my very poor idea as for how to promote myself and that although there are many blogs on Polish blogs, interactions on them are, usually, fairly poor. SO when I came here to the English language WordPress community, I felt shocked immediately, since I was getting likes actually immediately after I published my first post, and it was something I absolutely wouldn’t expect after my experiences with Drimolandia (that was how my previous blog was called). So yeah I’m so thankful for all of you.

What else can I tell you, I think I can tell you a bit about my day. So again, unfortunately, it is a Zombie day. Ughhhh. For those of you who may not know, Zombie day is how I call every day after a night of no sleep. ‘Cause well you literally feel and perceive the world a bit like a Zombie then, don’t you? I hate it so much, but not much I can do about it. It’s after 9 AM now and as for now I feel pretty decent and not sleepy at all, but I know that if I want to keep it this way or at least similarly I’d soon have to help myself with a coffee or two. In my case catching up on sleep during the day isn’t a good option and I do it only when I’m so exhausted that my brain falls into pieces and can’t function anymore because it doesn’t help my sleep cycle to settle and most probably I’d have another night of poor sleep ahead. So I’ll just have to get through it and then go to sleep possibly early hoping my sleep cycle will set up properly at least for a while. Shit I wonder what I’ll do if one of the days when I’ll have my finals will be a Zombie day. That would be a nightmare, but I guess that since I can’t do much about it, I shouldn’t think too much about it as it won’t help. So during that sleepless night I was reading a very interesting book, in Swedish. Almost half a year has passed since the last time I read a book in Swedish, so decided it is definitely a time to change it, and this book seemed so cool. It’s called “Konsten Att Vara Ela” (The art of being Ela) and it’s written by Johanna Nilsson. It’s kinda psychological novel about a girl, or actually a woman, who is very lost in her life, her family has fall apart and she can’t accept it, she isn’t really a grown up and she doesn’t want to be, she wants to be crazy, wild and free and so she’s criticised by her family. She generally feels very lonely, but then she finds a little, neglected girl called Klara whose mum is a druggie and homeless and can’t take care of Klara So Ela takes care of her. And she generally starts to change. Don’t know where it all is going yet, as I’m still in the middle, but it’s very interesting. My Mum woke up very early so I gave up on trying to get at least some little bit sleep in the morning and got up to, it was like 6. We talked about Zofijka’s school. Mum always talks to me about all her issues, that’s nice, well I mean I appreciate it because I guess it has to mean she trusts me, but she also almost always asks me for advice, and this time it was so too. Zofijka’s having lots of trouble at school, with her friends, and Mum doesn’t know what to do about it and how to be objective. The problem is I don’t know either, as I am not a children specialist and don’t plan to be one ever, so I just told her to go with her instinct and she was like oh wow yes you’re right I’ll do so thank you! like I said something extremely original and completely new, which made me kinda confused. 😀 But maybe that’s how it feels for her and if so, I’m glad I could help her. Then also Zofijka came and we all talked about it. She’s so poor, I really feel for her for all these stupid school affairs she’d been thrown in. That’s very complicated plus it’s her thing so I won’t go in the details here, I’ll simply tell you that it is a classic school issue. Because she’s different, has a different view on lots of things, because we as a family are different so she has a slightly different upbringing or way of life or call it what you want and a little different outlook on some things than all of those so very typical kids in her class, she’s now not liked in her class apparently by anyone. And she’s actually alone. It is a big deal for such a social butterfly who is made for and get used to be always in the limelight. And it’s hard to be wise in such situation, you know. Because she also isn’t a docile angel, and can be very moody, bossy, egocentric and stuff, so as we suppose, part of the guilt for why they don’t like her is on her side too. Zofijka was so stressed out that she didn’t even go to school yesterday, Mum actually drove her, but as she got out of the car she started to cry desperately and keep saying she doesn’t want to go to school, so Mum let her stay, if things are so very stressful, one day shouldn’t make much of a change. Today she did go to school though and on her own and I really hope things will be improving. There are always some kind of affairs in Zofijka’s class and somehow she s always involved in them, don’t really know if by her own choice or accidentally and don’t know what to think about it. Now there are only Mum and me and Misha inand I think I’ll soon have that coffee.

And the question I want to ask you, other than the main one is, what do you like the most on my blog?

So yeah, very curious as for your answers for both these questions.

Cara Dillon – “Here’s A Health”.

So as I told you guys today I also have for you a song by Cara Dillon. This one is also a traditional Irish song, apparently was particularly popular in Ulster, in modern times it was popularised by the band called The Chieftains. I really like Cara’s version.

TMI Tuesday.

Tell us…
1. The problem with you in 5 words.
I’m too complex and conflicting.
2. 5 things you want in life.
Learn all my languages and do lots of interesting and useful things with them, have something to do as a job which would be satisfactory and not too much anxiety provoking, experience at least one real friendship and romantic relationship, not live too long, be happy. 3. 5 things you need to quit.
Overthinking, escapism, pessimism other than defensive, people pleasing, sleeping or not sleeping at not civilised hours. 4. 5 things you require in a lover.
Creativeness, intelligence, sense of humour, sensitiveness, protectiveness. 5. 5 things you are tired of.
School, anxiety, nightmares, my Dad’s constant ranting, anything to do with mathematics. Bonus: What 5 things will you never share on social media?
My first name before I legally changed it, my phone number, my address, my mental health issues in detail, my pictures other than in profile or something like this. It also depends what kind of social media it is, whether are there any people I know and from where I know them, and how public the information is, but these are things I wouldn’t share completely publically in places like Facebook or Twitter or other big social medias. https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2018/04/23/tmi-tuesday-april-24-2018/

Share Your World.

If you could have an endless supply of any food, what would you get?

Hmmmm, thinking… thinking… crrrrriiiiiiiiiiiissssssspssssssssssss!!! very spicy, crispy crisps. Pepperoni crisps, or chilli crisps. But no, seriously, don’t think so. I always seem to burn all the calories in food with just thinking, because now I don’t do any sports or even exercises since a couple of months already and my weight is still stuck at 45 kg, but I guess that if I started to devour crisps endlessly things would change drastically. 😀 Not the nicest perspective, I suppose, but since it’s just theoretical, maybe my weight gain would be theoretical too. 😉 Other than that, my Mum complains I look “malnourished”, so I guess she’d be glad if things would change. 😛

List at least five movies or books that cheer you up.

Any book in “Jeżycjada” series by “Małgorzata Musierowicz” (so there are around 20 books actually), “A Tangled Web” by Lucy Maud Montgomery, the Polish movie “miś”, any good, British film, and Polish fantasy series by Katarzyna Berenika Miszczuk about a girl who dies and describes her afterlife in hell and in heaven, at times I was rolling on the floor reading it.

If you were a mouse in your house in the evening, what would you see your family doing?

If I were a mouse in my house at whatever time of day, I would get quickly explored and encountered by Misha and then annihilated and chucked out by Dad. 😀 But maybe I could see something interesting before they’d unmask me. Maybe I’d be able to familiarise with all the food in the pantry or the sprouts my Mum is growing in the kitchen. If it was evening and I’d be very silent and careful, maybe I could see Dad watching some shit on TV, or Mum making the supper, heard Zofijka taking a shower or Olek coming back from God knows where. Or this voracious monster Misha, who can approach me any minute and do with me whatever his instinct would tell him.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.

Misha, blogging, writing, progress in my languages, writing maths control assignment, passing Maths exams and geography oral exam, finishing my term session, had some nice dreams, was feeling relatively well emotionally last week, or at least better than most of the time recently.

Thanks so much to Cee for hosting SYW.

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My fav food.

Today, or for some people, like me, yesterday, was/is #WYF, over at Revenge Of Eve

and this time it’s about our favourite food/meal/style of food.

THe problem with my favourite food or meal is that I’ve never had just one that could be my absolutely most favourite number one food/meal. I have a lot of them and it’s really hard to say what’s more and what’s less. But some of my most favourites of most favourites are olives, red pepper, chips, Silesian dumplings, chicken soup, spaghetti, crisps, chocolate, almonds, salted nuts… oh so many things.

As for meals, my ideal big meal would be something like: very spicy chicken soup with homemade noodles, a chicken breast (it’s the best the way my Mum does it, in almond flakes) with chips and fresh, well seasoned Chinese cabbage, and some Pepsi, or kefir will do to. I don’t think I’d manage a dessert too, I usually don’t eat a lot at once and I’m stuffed very quickly, but if I’d be able to eat it, ideally it would be either Toffi cake or a jelly with fruit – blueberries would be the best, or peaches, or grapes, well anything except for bananas, avocado or papaya would be cool – and maybe a little bit of whipped cream on the top.

As for the style of food I like, to put it simply I just like spicy food. Not everything on Earth that is spicy maybe, but yeah, I love a lot of spicy things. Therefore it’s predictable I like Mexican cuisine, as well as Indian. I also like mediterranean food, particularly Italian. And OMG a few years ago I was in a Moroccan restaurant. I was at the boarding school then and it was my birthday and a person that was visiting me from time to time to make my life more manageable took me there and there was so much yummy food, I still can’t get over it lol. Pity I was only once there and hadn’t have much experience with Moroccan cuisine besides that episode. 😀

 

Music Monday Blog Party at the Bee’s.

So today Bee over at The Bee Writes

is making a blog party and encouraging us to celebrate our life and work, as well as the life and work of those musicians we love and who passed away too quickly.

I’ve had a busy day today, doing some preparations to my finals and having two hours long lesson with my maths tutor which brain drained me completely or so I felt, but I did carve out some time to celebrate my life.

I had two cups of strong black coffee (primarily to get rid of an awful headache I was having and raise my blood pressure, but also just because I love coffee so so much) and I’ve also had a brownie. Yummmm. Then I was listening to some music, about which I’ll write more in the next paragraphs. Then I had a quick shower, but although it had to be quick I was singing in the shower all the time, not the music I was listening to before though, but some Sandy Dennyäs songs. As I said before I felt pretty much brain drained in the morning, but now I feel really cheered up and relaxed, and I agree with Bee that we do need to celebrate our lives, and that we – as people, but particularly in my opinion, we as people struggling with all kinds of mental illnesses, should think about celebrating more often – we think so often about how we hate our lives so that I feel like we often just forget to think about how much is there to celebrate.

Now on to the musicians. I was wondering and wondering and wondering who to choose for this post. There are so many musicians I love, and so many of great musicians have passed away too early, too young. It’s always striking and shocking when it happens. To name a few of those whom I love, respect and listen to very often – Amy Winehouse, Sandy Denny, John Lennon or, very recently, Dolores Oriordan, they all could live much longer than they did. But finally I realised that my choice should be clear and obvious. Cornelis Vreeswijk.

Cornelis Vreeswijk lived 1937-1987, definitely too short. He’s been my previous music crush. When I say previous, I definitely don’t mean I no longer have a crush on him. When I get a music crush, it lasts long, and even if someone new appears, they aren’t replaced, just kind of suppressed by this newer crush, but still there, still alive in my brain. And when I say crush, I don’t mean what most people would probably mean by saying they have a crush on someone, or not only this. My crushes, besides being my crushes, are my deep fascinations, my inspirations, my motivators, and, as someone put it in a raw and beautiful way, my “antidote for pain” of any kind. And much much more.

Cornelis was Dutch, but he emigrated to Sweden at the age of 12 with his family, because of the war, and most of his artistic work was in Swedish and in Sweden. He was a singer, songwriter and guitarist, sometimes a composer too, but also a poet and, occasionally, an actor. He was my big inspiration ever since I heard his music for the first time and got to know him more. It was so impressive for me when I read how quickly he learned Swedish and became fluent in it, I wanted it for myself too, so started to see him a bit like my rival, in a positive sense, which, as I see it now, has really helped me to become good and confident at Swedish quickly. Well he had it easier, because Dutch is a Germanic language like Swedish and he lived in Sweden, and he was younger than me, and thatäs why Iäm the more proud of my results, being only once in Stockholm and having so many people complimenting me on my accent and how natural my Swedish seems to be. 😀 Well I don’t think it’s natural, but maybe Swedish people aren’t used to talk to foreigners that are as fluent as me. Also very early on in the development of my crush, I started to see how much in common he must have with me. Seemingly it could be even the opposite, he was a rebel, a drunkard, an extreme socialist – while I am a definite rightist, – famous for his countless sexual affairs and three very stormy marriages and other stuff of this kind, just you wouldn’t think we could have shared anything. But, as I was learning Swedish and learning about him, I was discovering there is a lot of things we share, from pretty small, odd coincidences like both our dads are professional drivers and both of us were constantly moving places as children 😀 to how we perceive the world, to how our personalities are like. I read about how much he didn’t feel safe anywhere, how, being so rebellious and controversial on the outside, inside he was very shy and struggled with incredibly low self-esteem and was very vulnerable and doubting his own possibilities all the time. He was constantly craving for a relationship with someone and for love, but when he finally was close to starting and building it, he was runing away desperately and in fear of closeness and intimacy. That all, and lots of other things, just sound so familiar, he, he, he. Maybe he also had AVPD? Thinking now… Well from some things I’d rather assume BPD, but I guess it’s not my thing to diagnose people, especially people that I didn’t know and that died years ago. 😀 Didn’t actually think about him having any PD’s before. But well anyway, I love his a bit cynical and untoward, perverse or pawky sense of humour, don’t really know how it’s exactly called in English. 😀 I love how he always noticed funny or weird details about people and situations and could read between the lines and describe it all in an interesting way. I love his approach to hard situations, complaining about them, but laughing them off at the same time. I love how he was able to play with the language.

And it all just inspired me so much that one night a crazy idea popped in in my head. Why not to translate his poems and song lyrics into Polish? That felt really crazy, but I loved the idea. And you know what? So far, I managed to translate 6 of his songs. These aren’t very good translations, but they are decent imo and still they rhyme and their verses are as long as original, so, I guess I did a good job. 😀 I haven’t translated anything in months now, I just get stuck somewhere anytime I try to translate something fully and can’t get out in any way, but I have a whole folder of drafts and unfinished pseudotranslations.

I can’t say I like/agree/relate to all of his lyrics. His views on most things were completely different than mine, so even if I like some of his political songs, I usually don’t agree with them or just don’t know what they’re really about since I’m not very familiar with Swedish politics in 70’s-80’s. But still I think he deserves to be known more widely, even if it wasn’t directly his goal. ANother thing is that I’m worried that it might be like planting bananas in Lapland – you know, he just won’t be understood here by other people than “Swedophiles – and man I’ve had countless dreams about how I translated a ton of his poems and published them and it was a massive failure, but, I guess I won’t know how it’ll be if I won’t try. So I hope I’ll manage to do it some day and that I won’t bungle it.

So I’ve already told you that he was drinking and having many relationship issues, he was married three times, was in prison, had economic issues, was smoking all the time and addicted to drugs and sedatives and other “comforters”, as my Mum calls them, he had also chronically issues in other kinds of relationships, not only romantic. He quitted drinking and smoking and all in 1985 when he was diagnosed with diabetes, but it didn’t help that much. Soon after it he was also diagnosed with liver cancer which destroyed him completely and so he died in 1987 (before I was even born! THAT’S SO UNFAIR!!! 😥 ), being lonely and in a very bad economic situation, having a bunch of dedicated fans, but generally being condemned by Swedish very politically correct society, though soon they discovered him and now they love him and he’s very famous there, so famous that I heard people in Netherlands telling he’s a Swede, although he doesn’t even have Swedish citizenship as far as I know.

So I’ve been listening to Cornelis’ music for the whole evening and now I have a great trouble deciding what to show you…

Well OK, I guess I already know, after another 15 minutes.

The song I want to show you is the first song by Vreeswijk I’ve ever heard, my Swedish teacher showed it to me and I was immediately lost, though I didn’t realise it back then yet. It has stuck in my head and even though I then had to have a long long break from learning Swedish, for years, I still remembered this song and its almost whole lyrics and after I rediscovered it, my full blown crush started and helped me indirectly to start with Swedish again. It is probably his most popular song. It’s called “Balladen Om Herr Fredrik Åkare Och Den Söta Fröken Cecilia Lind” (The ballad about Mr. Fredrik Åkare (Åkare means actually a driver) and the sweet maiden Cecilia Lind). This is something I’m working on translating for a ridiculously long time but it’s terribly hard mainly because we don’t have enough words ending in -ind in Polish, that would rhyme with the heroine’s last name, and we generally have too few one-syllable words, I love Polish, but that sucks sooo much.

Below are the English lyrics I found on the Internet, this is a literal translation:

From Öckerö barn (on a farm) sounds of accordion and base are heard and the full moon’s shining as if it was made of glass.
There Fredrik Åkare dances cheek to cheek
with little miss Cecilia Lind
She dances with closed eyes near (to him)
She follows in the dance right where he wants.
He leads and she follows light as a breeze,
but tell (me) why is Cecilia Lind blushing?
Say, was it because of what Fredrik Åkare said:
“You smell so good and you dance so well.
Your waist is thin and your bosom is round
You’re so beautiful, Cecilia Lind
But the dance ended and where could they go?
They lived so close to each other anyway
Finally they ended up at Cecilias gate
Now I want to be kissed, said Cecilia Lind
[You should] Know shame, Frederik Åkare, be ashamed old man!
Cecilia Lind is only a child
Pure as a flower, shy as a doe
I will soon turn 17, said Cecilia Lind
And the stars wander and the hours pass
And Fredrik is old, but the moon is new
Yes, Fredrik is old, but love is blind
Oh, kiss me again, said Cecilia Lind

And here’s the song:

Question of the day.

What is your favourite type of tree?

My answer:

Actually, I’ve never thought much about it. Since I know that my Celtic tree sign is cypress, I have some liking for cypresses, but that’s not like I have a deep love for these trees, so I don’t know if I could call it my favourite tree.

Since we moved here, I also developed some kind of special relationship with acacias. I know it’s not everywhere this way, but here in Poland our streets are named either after some famous people, or pretty randomly, after places that you can find there or nearby, after where they can lead you, after how they look, I’ve even came across a town where the streets were called after famous cartoon characters lol. And, in the town where we live now, or more exactly here in the outskirts, in the part of this town where we live, most streets are named after trees. Pretty randomly I guess, because as far as I know, there aren’t any apricot trees on the Apricot Street, nor any birch trees on the Birch Street. My street is literally called Acacia Street, and, as far as I know, there weren’t any acacias either here. Until we moved here. ‘Cause my Mum decided that since it is Acacia street and it’s such a nice name, there should be some acacias and she planted some in our garden. I thought it’s very cool. We have a lot of other trees here too, especially pines, my Mum loves pines, particularly more since I’ve told her that pine tree is her celtic tree sign. I also told Mum, a bit ironically, that if our street is called Acacia Street, so maybe we also should call our house, as people in England or Canada did, or maybe still do. I was pretty surprised when she took it seriously and said it is a good idea and started pondering about the name. At first I thought the idea itself is a bit snobbish, but generally I think you couldn’t find a less snobbish person than my Mum anywhere, so I guess it would be OK for her, if someone would thought she did it because she’s a snob, they would just have to be stupid or not know her at all. And so she thought we’d call it Acacia Hill, but, wait, we don’t have any hills here. 😀 But we have a river running through our backyard, so I came up with Acacia River and my Mum was thrilled, although for me it seemed a bit odd at first to call the house a river, but well, I like odd things, so, why not? We told Dad about our idea and he said it’s a “total nonsense and stupidity”, but even though he made kinda little signboard of Mum’s design with the name “Acacia River” and some other graphic stuff on it. 😀 As you can guess, people always comment on it, but are even more shocked as they enter our house, especially those who have seen it before we finally settled in. So yeah, I think I can say my favourite tree is acacia.

And then I also like jasmine. I know it’s more of a shrub than a tree, but well, does it really matter so much if you’re not a xylologist? I am talking not only about that jasmine that perfumes are made of but also about mock orange. Don’t know how about English-speaking countries, but in Polish language these two plants are always confused. Mock or ange is called jaśminowiec, but everyone calls it jaśmin colloquially, while in fact jaśmin is the name for jasminum. That’s at least what my grandad told me, I’ve never gone deeper into it. Anyway, I like jasmine for its smell, I like jasmine perfumes, I like the name Jasmine, I just like all about it. And I like jasminum. It grows on my grandparents backyard, or earlier mine, as I lived there –
or my parents and siblings did anyway – for my entire childhood. They have a lot of trees there and when I was little my grandad showed me them all regularly and taught me how to differentiate them, 😀 that was fun, and this jasminum is my most favourite, it smells so beautiful and looks so nicely.

What is your favourite tree? 🙂

Cara Dillon ft. Sam Lakeman – Dubhdara.

Hi guys! 🙂

Today I will most probably share with you two songs, so, be prepared, but for now, here is a song from Cara Dillon. Also I’d like to do a little series with Cara’s music, since there is more than one song I’d like to share with you, and, as always in such cases, it’d be a crime to pick just one, so in the next few days you can expect me to post some more songs by Cara.

Cara Dillon is from Ireland, she is a sister to Mary Dillon, who is also a singer and a leader of a Celtic folk band Deanta. Cara is also in a relationship with a musician Sam Lakeman, with whom she’s been collaborating, for some time under tHE NAME Polar Star. She is known for interpretations of popular Irish traditional songs and for her clear, youthful and melodious voice which I really am a fan of.

If you’re curious what Dubhdara means, it’s a Medieval Irish name meaning “dark oak”.

A SERIES OF AWKWARD ENCOUNTERS WITH A GIRL ON THE EDGE OF ORDINARY

Anel writes about some of the situations she got in with some ignorant people. I guess anyone who is blind/visually impaired will be able to relate, and I think it can be a very interesting and maybe educating read for those of you who aren’t.

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This week at work, one of those incredibly awkward blind moments happened to me. I was trying to walk around someone and didn’t see that the person had actually stopped in front of me to smile and wave… He then just assumed that I was rude until others explained that I am blind and could therefore not see his “hello wave”. Anyway, that got me thinking of other blind moments and while some leave me laughing a little at how uncomfortable it was for everyone involved including me, others annoy me to wits end. What follows is the most awkward things about being me.
While there are so many to choose from, my mind keeps circling back to a few particular incidents, that happen over and over again and every time is just as bad as I remembered.
1 No matter where I go, someone always wants to pray for…

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Welcome to Sunday Social

It’s Sunday Social at Rachel’s. Come join and mingle a bit. 🙂

Rachel McKee~Illuminated Literation

Sunday Social is a place to mingle, collaborate, and share our blogs. Sunday Social is one more place where you can share a post that maybe didn’t get as much feedback as you were hoping for. Sunday Social is a place to meet new bloggers.

This weekly post is a “wild card” of sorts. There aren’t many rules but I do ask that you follow a few guidelines.

  • Give honest, constructive feedback, but always be courteous.
  • If someone takes the time to comment on your post, please return the favor and check out their endeavors too.

How do you participate?

It’s very easy.

  • Copy and paste the link to your blog or a specific blog post in the comment section below.
  • Give us a little blurb about your blog, the feedback you are looking for, or if you are just hoping to meet some new blogger buddies.

Voila! That’s it.

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Three days, three quotes challenge, day 2.

Time for another quote in the challenge. I fully agree with it.

“I do not understand how anyone can live without one small place of enchantment to turn to”.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Question of the day.

Have you ever had to deal with any kind of pests, in your house?

My answer:

In the house we lived in previously, there was a while when we had to deal with mice. And no Misha wasn’t with us yet, and even if he would be, I really doubt he’d be able to hunt mice and do something about it. My room was in the attic and they particularly liked it. It was so that I’ve never had more than one at a time in my room, but after we managed to catch it and put it out of action, soon another mouse replaced it. I am not afraid of mice, but I was quite concerned about it, my Dad didn’t seem to be able to catch them easily, I didn’t know what to actually expect from them, I’ve had a lot of all kinds of wires in my room and was afraid what if they’d bite them or something. Plus they were extremely annoying. They were silent during the day, so that it made it more difficult to find them, and activated at night, maybe weren’t noisy, but still, those weird grates they made were annoying and sometimes wouldn’t let me fall asleep which pissed me off greatly. Sometimes – like when my anxiety was higher or when Dad had to get up for work at night – Mum would sleep in my room on the matress and we both were entertaining ourselves with imaginings what if that mouse would come out and decide to “make friends” with my Mum. She’s generally afraid of such little creatures, more of spiders than mice, but still. Luckily it wasn’t a long period, but it was rather pissing off.

When I was at the boarding school, there were some cockroaches there. I didn’t realise there were cockroaches until I was 8 and when I moved rooms for one of the multiple times I was moving rooms there. I just came back from home, a lot later than usual, it was after 10 PM so actually all the other girls that were already in were in beds and one of the staff had to open the building for me and my parents and she notified me that from now I am no longer in the room I was but in a different one. When I was making my bed in that new room, it was like 12 pm and I was quite surprised when I saw something small and hideous sauntering leisurely on the matress under the coverlet. I had no idea what it is, I just knew it was gross and that I have to get rid of it, so I just grasped it quickly and rushed to the bathroom, crumpled it and threw the stinkard into the loo. Yuck! I remember I washed my hands for about 5 minutes afterwards. No one else was around at that time so that was all I could do. I didn’t know it was a cockroach and I didn’t observe it or wonder what it could be, but so said my Mum when I told her about the situation. I’ve never had another direct meeting with a cockroach there, but lots of other people had and it was an issue. I’m glad I didn’t have to deal with it more, it was quite awful. 😀 Although my Mum said that if she was me she’d start to scream and wake up everyone, so I guess it could be much worse for some people.

How about your experiences? 😀