Monday: Still Around!

SORRY I'VE NOT BEEN BY ALL WEEKEND... financial logistics prevented me from topping up my internet account and so I could not get on to change anything which is why you've been lumbered with Barbra Streisand's The Way We Were up top for three days ... I do apologize. Though I was surprised how many of you liked it. Streisand reminds me of more innocent times, before drugs. But a lot of people I know do not like her music. But hasn't she got an amazing voice??? Did you see how mesmerized the crowd were by The Way We Were? Wow. Not a lot of performers have that ability.

Today's musical choice is by Don McLean: The Grave.
And the entertainment clip: Barbra Streisand on What's My Line 1965 (American TV) - "321 views a/o 13/8/7: 13:53".

I've not been up to particularly much over the weekend except excessive sleeping. Felt too ill yesterday, upon waking at 4pm, to go over to Mother Hubbs's for Sunday lunch, so I just stayed in and had chili'd up scrambled egg on toast ...

My goldfish bowl plant selection has been dying, I've just found out of lack of water combined with excessive heat. Even when I water the earth every few days, I come back and it's so dry as a bone even that succulent I had has lost most of its seedless grape shaped leaves and to of the five stalks have badly wilted ... So everything's removed, repotted in cut-off (plastic) lemonade bottles (holes in the bottom to replicate plant pots) ... my flowers, which all died, now have little green buds; the ivy, some of which totally carked it, has partly revived (well one of the two trailers has ...) but the succulent looks ill still and I'm after a new lemonade bottle to cut off for that... Wasn't till I put my hand in the now almost empty glass sphere and felt how very intensely hot it gets in there ... I think I was right to have decided right from the start to reserve it as a cactus plantation ...

I will let you know how all my replanting jazz goes ... Sorry this isn't much of a post: I just wanted to change my daily vids to something else and tell yous all I was living, breathing and quite OK. Spoke to my Dad last night. Some kind of future must be on track for me, but only I can do that ...

Righto, till laters ...

Gleds