OK I admit it. I am a scrapping addict. I scrap way more than I ever get the chance to share ... but that is good because when I hit lean times, like now when I am scrapping much less than usual, it means I still have some stuff to share that I haven't shared before.
The page below is one I made a while back for our 2011 album. I love having an annual album, especially in years when we don't go on holiday, as it reminds us of all we have done that year. And last year we did loads of things.
One of our trips was to Cambridge and I scrapped several pages of the visit and this is just one of them.
I have been on a curse today and I put my trust - ill advised as it happens - in my little friend Tom Tom. I knew where I was going .... ish .... but thought Tom would like to come along for the ride. I was headed to the police headquarters at Winfrith (and just for those of you who are local and know what else goes on there I was NOT doing a driver awareness course to say sorry for being caught speeding. I KNOW that is where they do those courses but I was on an e safety course NOT a naughty girl course. Promise.)
Anyway - I wanted to avoid Wareham as the delays at the moment have been legendary so I typed in Winfrith avoiding Wareham into Tom. I knew roughly the way - Bere Regis and Wool, but he was a security blanket. Some blanket!
It was minus 1 this morning and the roads out in the countryside were white. I don't like driving much. I see it as a means of getting from A to B and not a pleasure. I especially don't do small, winding single track roads.
So I was a tad dismayed when Tom told me to take a turn I was not sure was right and then led me down a series of single track roads in the back of beyond. Now I really don't like sat navs to be honest. I think they have a place but i am a map girl. I am a visual learner. I am good with maps. I only have to see a map once to be able to remember most of it and navigate there unaided. I have an excellent sense of direction once I have seen it pictorially. I kid you not. I have navigated us across America and did one whole trip with 'Dolly's map' (a postcard we bought - I kid you not) I also found our way back to our hotel in San Fran (which has some tricky bits) with no map after having done it only once and don't even get me started on navigating around Washington DC which is one of the most bizarre cities ever with its grid system intersected by diagonals and with roads that become one way at different times of the daya nd which has Dupont Circle!
Anyway - I hadn't a clue where I was because I hadn't seen a map - just the little segment Tom deigns to give you. So I had to just follow him. And yes - he took me to the wrong place. I ended up in the secure site with the silo - the one the public don't get to go to. The very nice guard on the gate said 'yup - that often happens' when I told him I had put the postcode in.
Anyway - I got there in the end (and no it was not worth it) but Tom earned being photo of the day.
- technology which, most of the time, is great
- Free gifts to play with
- A hospital appointment which has come through quickly
My one minute devotion page today is great and one we should all pay attention to
My wife, Sharon, and I were watching our first ballet, held onstage at our local high school. The white-clad dancers graced their way through a rainbow of spotlights, leaving us spellbound. At intermission, I sat listening to the adults around me rave about the performance. The most common comment was “I wish I had taken ballet lessons.”
Meanwhile, a number of children left their seats and wandered down front. Inspired by the performance, they began spontaneously twirling, twisting, leaping, spinning—oblivious to the crowd that was watching in amusement.
I whispered to Sharon, “Children don’t need lessons. We adults are always dreaming and wishing. Children just do it.”
As I lay in bed that night, I thought about all the things I wished I had done in my life. I wanted to learn to ice-skate. I wanted to plant an orchard. I wanted to make a movie. I wanted to bind books. I wanted to visit a South Sea island.
I couldn’t get those children off my mind. In the next few weeks, I decided to stop dreaming and do some things. I planted a peach tree in the side yard. I checked out a video on the South Sea islands. I borrowed a video camera and made a funny movie. I bound a book, in my own crazy, unorthodox way. Now, if I could just find some ice skates in size 13.
It’s nice to have dreams, but perhaps some of our dreams are keeping us from doing the doable.