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Sssssshhhhhh!

 


I tried watching Comic Relief on TV last night but it all got a bit LOUD and SHOUTY for me, so I sort of zoned out, choosing instead to read and do word puzzles instead, which was far more beneficial for my brain than watching a bunch of over-paid presenters screeching at each other and the audience who were screeching back. I enjoyed the comedy skits based on Strictly Come Dancing and the Oasis reunion, and the mash up of Death in Paradise and Not Going Out, but that was all, and when Davina McCall started crying, I switched off. 

Comic Relief never used to be like this, I thought. I'm sure it used to be more witty and gentle. It's been going for 40 years now so perhaps my tolerance for noise is weakening as I age. The Comic Relief modus operandii seems to be 'The LOUDER we SHOUT, the MORE money the public will donate.' They are wrong. Softly, softly is the best persuasive approach. But life in general seems too loud and full on now. It's not for me. This morning, then, I did something soft and quiet, which was to adopt an owl from the Barn Owl Trust. Can't get quieter than a barn owl, eh? Much more my thing and a tick on my 'Sixty For Sixty' list.

I am starting my 'Sixty for Sixty' project now. I reason that I am already in my sixtieth year, which culminates on my birthday in November, and then I can use the post-60 birthday as a time buffer on the other side in case I need it even though it will be, officially, my sixty-first year. I know, I know - I'm over-thinking this BUT this is also adding structure and meaning to my life which has been somewhat lacking since I gave up working for a living. The act of adopting an owl has raised me a smile!

Two things on the list then - adopt a barn owl and daily piano keyboard practice. I had a bit of an epiphany yesterday re: bass clef and treble clef. On of those 'doh' smack-my-head moments, so this should aid musical progress very much. If I can play a decent Christmas carol with both hands by December, I shall count myself successful.

This afternoon I had a LOT of NOISE inside my HEAD, when I logged into my Teachers' Pension account because in just over one months' time I need to apply for my pension if I want it to start on my 60th birthday. It's a complicated business, the teachers' pension, but I believe that my own case is fairly straightforward. I've made notes in my diary for the appropriate application date so I am armed and ready when it comes to filling in the forms. It would be much easier if I could telephone and shout, 'JUST GIVE ME THE MONEY!!' but modern life bureaucracy doesn't work like that, and I've just remembered I don't like noise. Sssssshhhhh to the shouting.

Other noise this week has been coming from my role as an executor for my dear departed Auntie Pollie's estate. Actually, it's all been pretty lightweight and straightforward thus far, with her son (my cousin and the other executor) doing the lion's share of the work. And it's a life experience, isn't it, which is a good thing.

I'm off to do a bit of thinking now. Nice, quiet thinking.  


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