The perfect moment

We never forget that perfect moment! Those rest embedded in us. Even when there are not followed by what we did think at that time. In me, even an hour when I waited for someone who never arrived remains as a very happy hour. And a day of expecting a perfect week, remains also a joyful memory. Of course also those happy hours or days, when all was absolutely wander full. And lately, the happy moments with my last love: the audience.

Yesterday, I had seen a movie on Netscape. At the end, the voice of the heroine, after a happy moment, summarise the premise of the film:

"there is no such thing as perfect job, perfect family or perfect life, but there are perfect moments in life."

So true. Let us make, take, enjoy, our life's perfect moments. Dare to enjoy and live them. As the movie suggest, make, at least once in life crazy things. I would say dare to go 'out of our comfort zone' more then once. At least, relationships. Creative endeavours. New things at old age.

Cake for gram

I am a really happy grandma! My grand daughter just told her father: "if you go to see gram only an hour later this morning, I could bake a cake for her!" T

hen she asked me if I would like a chocolate cake? Yeah! With nuts?

Wonderful! Perhaps, not so good for my weight, I thought, not told, but YES YES Of course, "I am ready to wait one more hour!"

She makes great cakes.

Remembrance day in UK

This is each year, before the St. John's Church in Blackheath, London. Remembering all those who fall while serving their country.

A minute of silence, poppies on the dress, veterans gathering and speaking.

My grandfather was a veteran of World War 1 and wounded for all his life. Alas, it made him also very irritable for his family.

He did like me. I remember, when he came to see me and told me "Ask any question and I will try to answer. If I can not, I will look in the books to find it for you."

There was no web yet, more then 70 years ago. But I learned to ask and I learned that one can find answers in books.

Today, I think of him. Grandpa Emil.

Trafalgar Square

This is by Richard, Waterford_Man from Flickr, I hope I will go tomorrow to see it during the Diwali.

Now you can embed from Facebook: just discovered!

Post by Julie Kertesz.

hospital entrance, another fall

If I remember it well, I was there last autumn too, and with bigger surgery, so relative this year was not so bad.

If I was apprehensive in fact was remembering the other times.

Margo, gone

Margo, gone, a set on Flickr.
My neighbour remains only in our memory, still difficult to understand that she will not come and will not see and speak with her again.