Looking out the kitchen window as dusk fell tonight, K noticed the reddish clouds in the sky.
“Red sky at night, Turkish Delight!”
We arrange to meet at noon. Outside the Central Library to be more precise. She sets off to Day Care. She didn’t want to forgo the mornings dancing class. In order to keep to the noon meet up, I have to catch the 10. 56 am bus. As is usual whenever you are running to a strict timetable of sorts, whenever you have an appointment to keep, when time is of the essence, the bus was late. Nearly ten minutes late. At least I hadn’t forgotten anything. Letter, camera, mobile phone (that’s a first!) bus pass, purse and my watch strapped firmly on my left wrist.
Most of my readers will never ever step foot in one, more’s the pity.
For the last two days we have not moved from this abode. K has been housebound. No transport to take her to Day Care though as usual I was reminded that if I could get her there staff were in situ. Hmm. Pity the helicopter’s being serviced isn’t it? So Tuesday I had the pleasure of hearing constant hassle to plod out regardless, call a taxi or sledge down on one of our tea trays into the thick snow for some shopping. When I flatly refused, we had mutterings, grumbles, looks that could kill, and all born by me with a blatant resolve not to give in to the evil looks and curses made under the breath.
Today we went on a shopping trip. To buy youngest son his Christmas present to be exact. We didn’t need or intend to buy anything for ourselves. Just simply meet up with son in Huddersfield, then onto Carphone Warehouse to buy the mobile that he had asked for. Sounds pretty simple doesn’t it? Son was working this morning, so we had arranged to meet up outside Burger King at 11.30am as someone was giving him a lift into Huddersfield. The jaunt began well with me exiting the flat door complete with coat, bag, purse and no shoes on, just in my stocking feet. (foretaste of things to come, or just me going gaga?)
We’ve been on a very long walk with crew today. One in which K and I ended up throwing the towel in and didn’t quite make it to the end. Setting off at Elland, we began our walk at Clay House then through the North Dean Woods towards Copley. It was very wet and muddy and the dead leaves that littered our path through the woodland reminded me of trying to walk through soggy cornflakes.
I was dragged out today to Huddersfield (according to the boss, the only town with a HMV shop) for a CD. A CD of the soundtrack from Labyrinth the film. I often catch myself thinking that if I didn’t have K living with me, my life would be so much calmer and quieter. I wouldn’t be traipsing out on these quests for this and that. I would be a lady of leisure, pleasing myself whether I stayed put or not. But……..would I keep as healthy? Or get as much exercise? ‘Children help to keep you young.’ is a very old saying and its true. Okay, K is no longer a child but she does keep you on your toes (literally!) in much the same way.
When I got up this morning, I should have been busy tidying up the flat and doing some ironing. I say should have because the moment I looked out of the window at the glorious October blue sky, and urged on by one of my blogging friends I threw caution to the winds, thought ‘Dang it!’ (or words to that effect) and armed with my trusty camera, set off on a lone adventure to who knows where. I had no idea where I would end up, I did have some letters to post so that quest would have to feature in which direction I took, but as for the rest I would let fate decide where I eventually was to land up by catching the train. So whichever train arrived first, I would venture there. This glorious October weather was far too good to waste!
I had to go down to town this morning, so I thought that I would take you all on a tour around our little town. It only has two shopping streets and these are mostly filled with charity shops and strangely enough, travel agents. We do have a Boots, a Wilkinson’s, a Sainsbury’s and of course our monstrosity of a Tesco’s. (Which by the way most of us didn’t want built.) We have a river running through the town at the southern end, and also a canal which in Victorian times would have been the main thoroughfare for goods arriving to the factories, and one of the old factories that stood right at the side of the canal to enable goods to be easily loaded from the narrowboats has since been converted into luxury flats.
Now of course, the canal is used mainly for those who prefer to live in a narrowboat and also for canal cruises and pleasure rides. We do have a boat builders yard though that builds new narrowboats, and at great danger of someone suddenly coming out of the builders and confronting me about why I was loitering on their premises armed with a camera, I managed to sneak a shot of their latest creation.
We also have our own park, one of the nicest I think, in Calderdale. Not too big, not too small, it has a lovely play area divided sensibly into three, a toddlers area, an older children’s play area and a Skateboard and Bike area for the teens. At the frontage, we have a lovely flower bed area where folks can go and sit down (weather permitting of course) and while away the time whilst they admire the handiwork of the councils gardeners.
Across the bridge is an open field area that is used every year for our annual Gala. It’s also used by the numerous football teams as well. It is fringed by the wooded bank rising up steeply at one side, and the beck meandering through the park at the other. At the opposite end of the park to the Play areas, is the Bowling Greens for the older residents, a Crazy Golf for families to enjoy, two tennis courts and the resident wood carved figure. ( I can’t state a name for him as I am not sure he has one.)
Last time I took a shot of him, he looked very sorry for himself, as he had been left on his side laying prostrate on the floor. (must have fallen over, or been pushed.) However, I was delighted to see that someone has taken pity on him and he is now upright, albeit propped firmly vertical by surrounding stones. He is also now facing the new swimming baths, whereas originally he faced the other direction. Perhaps someone feels that he should be party to all the fun and games that no doubt will be ensuing there soon.
I shall have other photos to add later, as it was drizzling with rain and so I missed taking any shots of the river and also our lovely train station, nor have I included any photos of the streets in town either. Enjoy my slideshow and I’ll be back soon.
It’s that time of year again. How soon it all seems to come round! When a young (well thirtyish) Down’s Syndrome woman’s thoughts turn to creating as much merriment and laughter as she can possibly muster up as she samples the many wares on offer in her local Tesco’s. Not concerned with the strange looks given by passing shoppers or the screams of fright from terrified toddlers, she continues every year, year in and year out, churning out the same old jokes as her mother sighs and thinks to herself, Oh no! It’s not that time of year again is it!