Category: daily prompt

To Lie or Not To Lie

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

Am I describing my looks or personality because even a blind person could tell I was a bubbly, at times insecure, a little crazy type of woman.

Describing myself is a whole new board game as I can’t say I am 5’10 and a size 10 because the second they shook my hand or touched my arm it would be wow are you ok I would answer with yes fine why? Then the person with impaired sight would respond well I thought you were tall and slim so do you have an injury that is causing you hand/arm to swell to such huge proportions.

So here I go, how I see me – this my dear is through my eyes and difficult to translate if you have never seen any of what I describe. I am 5’4 and shrinking with the body of a model to be sure, the body of a Michelin woman, sporting tyres, 1, 2, 3, and 4……I have a face that can be missed in a crowd of two.

I have two features I get complimented on one being my eyes an interesting grey colour, mesmerising was the word most used, but you can’t see those sorry. The other feature ohhh well another day maybe 🤔 I will or won’t explain. Let’s say in plain view cause no way of hiding but the song 🎶 was correct “brings all the boys to the yard” 😂🤣☺️ couldn’t resist that one

Don’t expect me to walk up and say hi my wheelchair and I don’t get on so I get pushed around it’s wheely exciting and no you can’t push either because you can’t see and I don’t navigate,

I am fairly intelligent, comparing intelligence to a snail 🐌, but against a silver backed gorilla 🦍 I don’t know !! I have an average sense of humour which makes my mouth curve up more than down, and I don’t need to tell you my hair colour cause it changes with the season but you wouldn’t know cause you can’t see my hair . Oops

Although it might sound insensitive, is it really? I make comments about my lack of mobility all the time or that I have my own wheels, a wheelchair 🦽 sometimes you have to kick back and laugh at life or life kicks you and laughs.

Keep smiling everyone Kim-Louise

Past, Future, No Present

What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?

I wasn’t going to bother today because I am so surprised at myself at the traditions that have gone just within my family.

I used to think it was important to keep birthdays and Christmas traditions because that was how I had been brought up. Then when I married it’s like two worlds collided, not everyone is lucky enough to have the perfect partner that just either goes with the flow or maybe was bought up the same way. Slowly over the years our Christmas traditions altered because it was difficult finding a balance and after 10yrs our mis communication or maybe non communication bought to an end that marriage. Traditions re birthdays changed, even as far as buying school uniform and shoes it felt like I was sticking two fingers up at my step-dad who raised me but life itself was causing these changes.

Then I made the foolish move of marrying an Arse-hole, now if you are of a delicate nature I am sorry. This husband was , well , um. He didn’t like anything I may have ever done in the past with my children, my family etc , so all traditions died.

I did try to resurrect some when we escaped the madman but it was wrong the past had chewed it up and spat it out , I was ill and we had to create something new. Sadly nothing we did survived that I am aware of

All my children are adults and are busy creating new traditions with their partners and children. At least I have given then the desire to create something from the tatters of my crappy past .

I do think back sometimes and realise it was all a farce just painted smiles and meaningless gestures acted out year after year . Christmas the decorations went up and they were just covering gaps in what appeared to be a wonderful family but I know my childhood was anything but wonderful. I think maybe that is why traditions I was happy to let go of so easily

The Topic is Typical

Was today typical?

Was today typical you ask? What is a typical day? Well typical seems to be the topic so let’s run with it or in my case let’s wheel with it.

So Typical, was it mundane and boring nothing but routine everyday get up, use the bathroom, dress, let the dogs out, feed same dogs. Coffee toast, write if brain is working, sort one of the piles of goodness what I have to sort, go out in the garden or without warning sleep because my brain seems to be tripping a fuse . A little strange sometimes flicking through something on my phone brain starts to say ha let’s play up and before I know it I have sent a message that read

Xndjfff I’m not even a tfnnf but tty. The fact is I don’t know how tffffffff

How embarrassingly awful especially when I don’t know I have sent these things because in my sleep I have closed whatever I was on and it’s not till I receive a message from someone that I know what I have done. But that’s when I start to drift and the world is fuzzy that’s typical

Or was it extra-ordinary day where in the middle of my coffee there was a knock at the door and expecting it to be the postman opened the door to find a postman or parcel delivery but no to my surprise was a lovely guy with one of those huge cheques £150,000 pound for me wow definitely not a typical day.

The GS puppy (puppy it can knock me flying) barked I woke up and realised I had fell asleep making this a Typical day, my brain was in shut down and I had fell asleep that was at 3pm 🕒. That’s the problem with neurological issues with the best intentions in the world I cannot say for certainty I am going to achieve A B C today because my body typically dictates my days, or rather my brain 🧠 dictates everything and not as I would like to say in a typically normal way.

So Smile Say Thanks For Whatever Your Day , Because This Moment In Time Has Passed Flown Away. Take A Deep Breath Look Up To The Sky, Then Start Spreading Smiles Don’t Pass Anyone By

Triple Bellied Hippo

How would you describe yourself to someone?

I do not like describing myself, mainly because I am (so I am told) super critical about myself. This is a description of myself I use and personally I think it’s perfect.

Hello, this is me, a triple bellied Hippo 🦛, yes I can see you all agree. I’m a mum a nan and I love my arts and crafts. My favourite thing to do is make others smile and laugh….. I have my own motor that gets me from A to B, without being a a brag I have two, electric that’s economy. I forgot to add motorised wheelchair and scooter, plus two push along wheelchairs life can be unfair. Don’t be so jealous you could have one to just take a dam good beating over a number of years and if you are also unlucky you can join the club of PTSD filled with all kinds of fears and dreads. I am a kind and quirky soul with a peaceful nature and a lived in face.

How now Brown Cow

I also find it hard to be serious when describing myself because everyone sees you differently I no longer really care what people think about me and I don’t go for job interviews because of my disabilities

I cannot think of anything to add just at the moment that I think is me in a nutshell oh and I am getting older actually I have never been as old as I am now, also one of my children many years ago wrote How Now Brown Cow when describing me so that is the name I have adopted for my podcasts Ms Brown Cow

Afternoon Tea

Describe one of your favorite moments.

Gosh to find just one moment in a lifetime of moments is an almost impossible task. I shall choose today being treated to afternoon tea for my birthday by my best friend. It was a surprise present, and oh my goodness what a place a mansion house setting with a very typical English afternoon high tea of delicate sandwiches and tiny but scrumptious cakes. I didn’t stop smiling for two days and seven years on the photos make me smile still.

Simple things make me happy and I have many favourite moments but this one was all about the things I love . The history of the house, afternoon tea being such a wonderful old style tradition, and the fact my friend had thought about what this would mean to me.

Todays Notable Moment

What notable things happened today?

I opened my eyes is my first notable event of the day and I was breathing. Yes I was in pain but I was alive, that means I am here wearing a smile because I am a lucky lady. This may sound such a trivial event but how many poor souls didn’t make it through the night? I had that episode 3 weeks ago where I tried to take my own life and because I had enough but I am being watched over so it seems, my guardian angels they sent my friend to save me. Since then I have seen the world through new eyes, almost as if I had to get that desperate to see and appreciate how precious this life is. So another totally notable day because I am Alive

Ohhhh Passionate

What are you passionate about?

Oh dear now asking someone what they are passionate about is like opening a box of chocolates, you don’t know what you are going to get till you dig in a taste a few. I am passionate about writing and art, well that’s just half the truth I am passionate about most art and crafts, creating is a healing process for me. Writing is an escape , I can lose myself in my poems and scribbles and join magical realms of unicorns and castles . Or re live memories cataloguing domestic violence and it’s trauma. How to survive and grow. My passions are very much based on cathartic healing, releasing and creating allowing my mind to heal one day to be free of trauma

Writing Nook

What’s the one luxury you can’t live without?

Oh dear the ONE luxury I can’t live without, here in the western world so much of our life is pure luxury and we take it for granted, which makes it difficult to choose

So to my one luxury I would have said my books but they are not one they are getting on for 1000 now all the same they are a luxury I really should stop buying but it’s worse than chocolate, I can immerse myself in subjects worlds and lives for just a day or week, and still return to that book in the future.

Now I have a problem I said I would choose my books but I looked at my desk and my pc and printers my writing journals , my laptop and why did I have to look? Now there is a problem.

Ok rethink replan, my one luxury I would like to keep is my writing corner, there I can be productive and write and being a little clever with it I have a book shelf there with all my new reads .

Question was what’s the one luxury you can’t live without? My final response is to keep an entire area my writing corner, a total mess to some but a beautiful space for me that is always under construction