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    Spanish Flu!

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    I've not had a great week in all honesty. I have had the worst flu, you can ever imagine.  I think I may well be at the tail end of it now, although I am now coming out in rashes, all over my body.

    I certainly don't intend to go to the surgery here in Gran Alacant, so I have done a little bit of self diagnosis on the internet, as I usually do. I think I caught the flu, in the first place, because I have been particularly run down, with stress and worry.  I have had similar outbreaks of 'hives', for want of a better word, in the past and they always seem to flare up, erupting in the same place.

    Outwardly, people generally can't tell if I am stressed or not, although it does seem that, when I do suffer with anxiety, it manifests itself, through skin afflictions.  On top of this, as a consequence of flu, inflammation and irritation can occur anyway. Point blank, I haven't been in a great place, feeling low and fragile!

    I am hoping that life can begin to get back to normal at least, now Darrel is returning home.

    Can I also say, that for the purpose of this blog, I call my partner Darrell, his actual name is Jason, we just choose to use a pseudonym for writing purposes.  In fact I shall probably start calling him Jason, in my blog now, so please don't get confused, it is just to protect privacy, which is very important on the internet, so please take notice!

    I digress, but, I hope now, my health will begin to improve.  The waiting game I am still playing, is the hardest game of all!
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    Run Down, Ready For A Moan!

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    I haven't been feeling too great lately, I have to say.  A combination of not working or getting out the house as much and the changing season, has made me feel quite down, both physically and mentally.

    Today as I write this, I am still suffering from flu, no not man flu, actual, 100% Spanish flu.  This is day two of shaking, hot and cold flushes, streaming nose and lack of sleep.  Personally I hate being ill; consequently I don't cope with illness too well. It isn't just the flu getting me down, at the moment it is everything.  The slow pace of life in Spain; mañana, it will wait until tomorrow, is not something I am used to and am feeling very difficult to cope with.  In life I am a person, who just wants to get things done; in Spain, they turn it into a lifetime occupation.  I seem to spend my time waiting; if you thought Britain turned queuing into an art form, come to Spain; whether lingering at the bank for two hours or filling in yet another official form, you can be sure you'll spend half your life loitering with intent!

    I feel run down at the moment, because I feel a little lost, disconnected, fragmentary and aimless; I hope that changes soon.  It is one of the things that gets to me.  I often ask myself, how the hell, do people survive in a seasonal economy, only working four to six months a year. It feels that I am constantly playing catch up.  I know I should chill and do as the Spanish do, but the reality of life here, is not what you think it is, before you decide to make that move.

    These are all words I have spoken before, I hear you say.  Well yes undoubtedly they are.  Some days I feel upbeat and chipper, others I feel downbeat and exasperated; if you like, that is the story of my time, so far in Spain; it is a roller coaster ride.  If one includes, the year or so before I came to live in Gran Alacant, it really has been  non stop turbulence and upheaval.  One does get to a point, when  all the angst and apprehension, just boils to the surface. I think it may well be doing so at the moment. I have had a constant chest infection, since November and not coped well with the atrocious winter we have had and today, I just feel rotten.

    In one of my earlier articles I talked about the frustration I feel on a daily basis.  Just to  update you, I still feel the same, everyday I live here.  I guess you never expected me to say anything different today, did you.  Of course, I don't have an endless supply of money or patience, to spend, however long, waiting.  Unless you are retired in Spain, life can be very difficult.  As a middle age forty something, starting again, it is more difficult for me than most.  I have lived my life in the relative comfort of the UK, so the harsh realities of Spain, make it more difficult to get to grips with the madness, that is the jobs market here; which I understand even less, it has to be said!

    Darrell is back in seven days, after spending seven months away, living in Australia. Whilst I understand why he had to be with his Mother, during her course of chemotherapy, it has caused problems for us and our life in Spain. We have had to put our life on hold for virtually a year, nearly the amount of time, I at least have lived in Gran Alacant. We came to Spain in a fairly good position and am now left in a rather precarious situation, where timing is important.  It is OK, to put your life on hold, caring for a loved one, but the knock on effect to us, could be catastrophic. We have bills to pay and at some point, very soon, need to pick up, from where we left off and just hope the changes, have no long term adverse consequences; only time will tell just what we have to deal with.  Yet again, we are playing catch up, restarting once more.

    Just a few things to moan about today; I am sure I will have many more circumstances to grumble about in the future. It is a fact of life, that we all have negative comments to make from time to time.  I am not going to change a whole country or system, but I do hope that our time in Spain can at least now begin to show a little more fruit. It is time to knuckle down, make choices and decisions, about whether we want spend the rest of out life in Spain or we want to return to the UK, where our prospects could be far better.  I have no answers, as to direction, at the moment.  I am waiting for a new bar to open and want to channel my energy towards that trajectory at the moment.  If my situation changes, then It will be time to rethink, where we go from here and I am certainly not afraid, to make difficult decisions, anymore!
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    Palmistry! Part I

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    Introduction!

    Over the next few months I will be conducting a series of tutorials on Palmistry, something I have been interested in and studied over fourteen years.  I took up Palmistry as a hobby, because it was right for me at the time.  I had tried other such activities, but found 'hand reading', suited me best.

    I have read other peoples hands on a regular basis, mainly friends and believe you should use the skills you have, for the good of others.  Many people, who I have given a reading to, have said how much it had helped them in their life!

    I am not going to go into great detail, writing about Palmistry here, as I will cover most of it in my video tutorials, but I am going to enclose a few words, I wrote on the subject for a gay website in 2007, where I used to give away free readings to competition winners.
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    A Snapshot in time!

    A little old lady, her head and face covered in a thin silk scarf and adorned with cheap gold jewellery; cross her palm with silver.  This is the stereotypical palmist: in a faded windswept tent at the end of a rusting, old pier; a small wooden table wobbling gently, under a yellowing, frayed, lace table cloth. Well I am a Palm Reader; despite the fact that I may wear a silk scarf in the privacy of my own home (Weekends only!) none of the above apply!

    The study of hands , Palmistry, or to give it, its proper title, Chirology, can be traced back to ancient Greece and Rome.  It reached its high point here in Britain, during Victorian times, where a fascination, with all things occult blossomed. Now I may well be a Palmist, but I am certainly  not an occultist; worshiping the devil, or a slayer of sheep. This is the mistake the Victorians made and many people also make today. Chirology at its most basic level, is a science used by academics, medical professionals and psychologists to assess clients.

    Take a look at your hand for a moment.  There is a simple test, to see what type of person you are, or rather, the type of person, you want others to see. Hold your writing hand up in front of your face; the hand you use most, your active hand. Look at the lines on the surface.  Most people will see at least three, others a few more and many more a myriad of crisscrossing lines and symbols.  The more lines you have, the more you worry.  People with so many lines, that are difficult to unravel, live on nervous energy, unable to sleep at designated times, but have wonderful imaginations.

    We use our hands, more than any other part  of our body. Just think of the many movements we make, the  way we hold our hands and yes, the scars we achieve over our lifetime; all are assumed to be random; but what tells us to make these movements? Well our mind,  of course, the source. Other lines begin to form on the hand through our unconscious movements, all we need to do, is interpret the code that is formed.

    Some lines on the hand can change every day, others take about six months and on the hand we use least, the lines change every six years or so.  This hand remains our private self, how we see ourselves. Our well used other hand, is as we would want others to see us; this is the edited version!

    Interestingly, there are many signs on a persons hand, that can for example, point to a persons sexuality, indirectly.  There is not a gay sign as such, but bought together, a number of factors can offer an opinion, as to a persons sexual orientation.

    Next time you use your hand in whatever capacity, take notice of the way you hold it, the lines on the palmer surface, the colour of your nails, the spacing between the fingers and the scars formed. Everything can be explained, nothing is random, above all, nothing is certain.  We can all alter our fate, which is why the lines on our hands change.  When a hand is read, it is simply a snapshot in time!
    I have included a copy of a Palmistry report below, so you can see what is involved.  I have taken the persons name out of the document and haven't included a copy of their hand for reasons of privacy.

    So my first introduction to hand reading is out on youtube now and I will be doing a series of short VLOGS about this subject.  If you would like a reading done, please don't hesitate to contact me and I will arrange it for you!
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    Stew!

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    Cooked chicken stew for Sunday lunch, for myself and the cats; tasted great; loads of leftovers.  Hope you all had a great weekend, whatever you were doing!
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