Let the rantings begin! (Repost for 1 Year Anniversary)

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“All the best laid plans…”

Let the rantings begin!

The old adage ‘Life is something, that happens when you are busy making other plans’ applies in most situations. Whether it is something you planned for the day or a bigger plan like your career from the time you finished school and started work life, the one thing you can be sure of is that nothing will go exactly the way you planned.

Rather than dwelling on the bigger plan, I would like to share some of the day-to-day experiences and how the adage ‘Well begun is half done’ does not always add up!

Sometimes something as simple as buying groceries may end up being a little more than you bargained for…

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A quick trip to the supermarket

I had planned to do my shopping for the week and finish working early to avoid the rush hour. Unfortunately my boss had other ideas: A rush job, which needed to be done urgently, today.

So, I changed my plans and stayed late. Guess my boss was the one with the bigger plan this time.

When I finally managed to sneak out, I got into my car and drove into the street. I had arrived just in time for the traffic jam! An endless sea of cars back to back with no way in or out from the roundabout. Well, I did not get to go to the carnival last time they were in town, so guess I could enjoy myself in a merry-go-round for a while, listening to my favourite tunes on the radio.

After a while the traffic had hardly moved an inch since I joined and the music station was more talk than tunes. Guess the radio station had the bigger plan this time.

I finally arrived at the supermarket after driving in a back-to-back traffic for much longer than I had planned to and was running late.

Now it was time for plan B: Park the car, get in and out from the store as quickly as possible and shop only what was on my well planned shopping list!

There were a few hick-ups in that plan: The car park was jammed and after circling it for the third or fourth time, I managed to get in time to queue in to a spot when another car was leaving. Secondly, all the shopping trolleys were in use.

While looking around I managed to find one standing there all by its lonesome. I soon found out why: When I pushed the trolley trying to move it to the right, the trolley went the opposite direction. Lastly, I had forgotten the well-planned shopping list on the kitchen table while leaving to work in a hurry when a well-planned morning had failed due to an unplanned phone call.

Best laid plans and all…

I finally got inside the store and was now moving towards the section where they sold the “home made cooking” type meals. I could already taste a well-grilled chicken in my mouth and made plans in my head on how to accessorize the dish. When it was my turn at the counter, and with a big grin made a request to purchase the chicken, there was nothing left but pork.

And so it was time for plan C: Go to the frozen food section and choose a chicken pizza.

After shopping was done and I had maneuvered my way out through the crowds of shoppers with my rickety trolley I finally reached the cash register. The customer before me put something on the conveyor belt that immediately caught my eye: ‘Closed, please move on to the next available register‘.

And then it was time for plan D. I moved to another register at the end of a very long line.

I was finally done with my shopping and heading towards the escalator on my way down to the parking lot. When I reached it, I noticed people pushing and pulling, some even lifting their trolleys. The reason was soon revealed to me, the escalator had stopped working and people were jammed in it and trying their hardest to get forward on the sticky non-moving machine.

So it was time for plan E: Take the lift.

After queuing for a lift ride for much longer than anticipated, I finally managed to get to my car, drive home and eat my frozen pizza. Did not enjoy it as much as I would have a well-cooked meal, but I was well-fed and ready to start planning my next day.

The lesson learned here is, you don’t always have to have a plan or be prepared for every situation. Live a little and remember that sometimes it’s good to just go with the flow.

As for myself, I still keep making my everyday plans!

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Happy 2016!

Posted in Holiday Celebration and Daily Photo (2016-01-01)

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“The new year stands before us, like a chapter in a book, waiting to be written. We can help write that story by setting goals” Melody Beattie

Happy 2016!

Out with the old, in with the new
May all your dreams, hopes and wishes
For the year 2016 come true!

 

Happy New Beginnings to You All!

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Bread and Circuses or Happy New Year!

Posted in Holiday Celebration
Poetry & Photography

2016

“Follow your passions, believe in karma, and you won’t have to chase your dreams; they will come to you.”

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Bread and Circuses or Happy New Year!

Bread and Circuses
For any and all purposes
Lights and fireworks
Maybe with some quirks

No time to waste
It is time to celebrate
Let us all unite
Leave our differences, aside

The New Year
We hail
Following
A different trail
Past and present
Already spent
To the future
From now on
We all ascend

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europe    london

paris    malaysia

sydney    tokyo

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An Homage to Dame Maggie Smith, Many Happy Returns!

An Homage to Dame Maggie Smith, Many Happy Returns!

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“Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes” Maggie Smith

An Homage to Dame Maggie Smith, Many Happy Returns!

A voice distinctive
A resume most impressive
Shining in theatre
Radiant in features

With your pal Judi
An impression truly
Being quite daft
But making us laugh

You starred with Angela
In a movie by Agatha
One of my favourite Dames
You will most certainly remain

On this day of joy
Shouting ahoy
And wishing
Many happy returns

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An Homage to Nichelle Nichols, Live Long and Prosper!

An Homage to Nichelle Nichols, Live Long and Prosper!

“All the people in Star Trek will always be known as those characters. And what characters to have attached to your name in life! The show is such a phenomenon all over the world” NICHELLE NICHOLS

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An Homage to Nichelle Nichols, Live Long and Prosper!

From science fiction
To science fact
From Lady Actress
To Lady Astronaut

A many of myths
You have broken
A multitude of gifts
And truly outspoken

An eternal beauty
With a sense of duty
A voice like an angel
With an attitude of the devil 😉

Uhura, Nichelle
We’re so very glad
Onto our screens you fell
Without you we’d be sad

This might sound a cliche
Live Long and Prosper!

 

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A Christmas Tale: Can I have some Figgy Puddin’, please!

Holiday celebration (Christmas season)

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” Charles Dickens

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A Christmas Tale: Can I have some Figgy Puddin’, please!

The year was 1845. I was about ten years of age and working as a stable girl. Our family lived and worked in Lord Hamilton’s manor house. It was Christmas time and as a gift for the servants, the Lord arranged a feast for the staff and their families.

Mommy had the children dressed in their Sunday best. My two brothers were complaining about the stiffness of the shirts. Starch was itchy and could cause rash, especially if one scratched the itch.
I had my favourite dress on and my younger sister was a bit jealous of the red and green colouring. She was wearing a plain blue coloured hand me down.

After all the fuzz and hassle with the wardrobe, the whole family was finally set to go to the main house and start with the Christmas dinner. Us servants would be dining in the large kitchen. Several long tables were brought in with extra seats as well. This wasn’t a large household. With around fifteen servants and their families, well not all had children and spouses, all in all around sixty people in total crammed around the tables. The two cooks had had their hands full with the preparations and naturally every one that could had chipped in.

But now it was time for celebration. Everyone was finally sitting down and getting quiet. After grace the noise level rose again. Food containers were passed around and everyone was filling their respective plates. After all, it wasn’t often we got to eat in this manner and variety.

After a while, everyone had cleared their plates and it was time for dessert. My favourite was the Figgy Pudding. If possible I opted for seconds. As I got my plate of the delicious substance before me, I licked my lips and dug into it with gusto. It did not take too long for the food to disappear from my plate.

My mom looked at me with a smirk. I looked back at her and passing my bowl I asked: “Is there any Figgy Puddin’ left?”

I was smiling widely, feeling exhilarated, when the bowl was passed back to me with an other helping.

When the final bits were eaten, it was time for the traditional sing along. The farmhand brought out his accordion and after the first few tunes, we all joined in. The evening was spent singing, chatting and finally picking up the tables. We all went back to our dwellings, thanking the Lord for the special meal.

Merry Pudding and God bless us everyone!

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1000 Post Celebration @ Rantings Of A Third Kind

Celebration time on Rantings Of A Third Kind

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“I still blog, therefore, I still am”

1000 Post Celebration @ Rantings Of A Third Kind

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Today is a great day and certainly a time for celebration!
I have posted my 1000th post on Rantings of a Third Kind today!
Thanks to all my followers and readers for keeping me going!

Keep calm and keep on blogging!
Gun

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800 Followers for Rantings Of A Third Kind

Celebration time on Rantings Of A Third Kind

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“Developing your blog is a balancing act between appeasing current readers and reaching out to new ones.” Scribendi

800 Followers for Rantings Of A Third Kind

I am happy to announce a new milestone achievement today: A total of 800 readers are now following Rantings of a Third Kind!

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A most sincere and huge thanks to all my readers!

Keep calm and keep on blogging!
Gun

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900 Post Celebration @ Rantings Of A Third Kind

Celebration time on Rantings Of A Third Kind

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“I blog, therefore I am”

900 Post Celebration @ Rantings Of A Third Kind

900th

Today is a great day and certainly a time for celebration!
I have posted my 900th post on Rantings of a Third Kind.
Thanks to all my followers and readers for keeping me going!

Keep calm and keep on blogging!
Gun

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Celebrating Independence Day in Finland, 2015-12-06, Part Three (Swedish version)

In honour of Finland’s Independence Day on the 6th of December.
Since 1917, 98 years and counting!

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“Great things often come from small beginnings” (Finnish Proverb)

Celebrating Independence Day in Finland, 2015-12-06, Part Three (Swedish version)

In honour of Finland’s Independence Day, our national anthem the Swedish version.

Please find the national anthem in YouTube
More on Independence Day in Finland in Wikipedia

 

Vårt land

Vårt land, vårt land, vårt fosterland,
ljud högt, o dyra ord!
Ej lyfts en höjd mot himlens rand,
ej sänks en dal, ej sköljs en strand,
mer älskad än vår bygd i nord,
än våra fäders jord.

Vårt land är fattigt, skall så bli
för den, som guld begär,
en främling far oss stolt förbi;
men detta landet älska vi,
för oss med moar, fjäll och skär
ett guldland dock det är.

Vi älska våra strömmars brus
och våra bäckars språng,
den mörka skogens dystra sus,
vår stjärnenatt, vårt sommarljus,
allt, allt, vad här som syn, som sång
vårt hjärta rört en gång.

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