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The Update:
- I went camping the weekend before last. It was...not quite what I expected. I expected a nice leisurely stroll through the beautiful landscape and abundant nature of Dartmoor, reasonable climate, nothing too hard, and then sleeping out under the stars. How romantic. HAH! More like, an 11 mile trek over rough, hilly terrain carrying heavy equipment, new shoes that cut into my feet, no wildlife for miles but sheep and cows, and it rained like hell when we set down to camp, and the next morning. Hrumph. At least I took my variety packets of cereal, which kept me happy. and now I can say I've been and gone and done it.
- My ill nanna has made a decsision. Sort of. She no longer wants dialysis, she wants to just receive pallative care until she dies. Well, she's old, she's not happy, and she's had enough, so most people could understand that. But, this is not a simple problem, because she's a deeply religious Catholic, and she's worried that deciding not to have any more treatment counts as suicide. Which will land you up in Hell according to the Catholic faith. She's spoken to the Catholic priest at the hospital, who's assured her that no, it isn't suicide, but she still isn't sure so she wants to see the minister from her own parish. But he's on holiday at the moment. And, we're worried, because he's a very strict Catholic, who values the sanctity of life over the quality, so he might tell her that she must have treatment. It seems very hard to think that somebody could say that to an old, sick woman on what is essentially her death bed, that she would go to Hell if she wants no more medical intervention, but the whole purpose of religion is to provide a guideline that stops you from being "clouded" by emotional judgement, so God only knows what he will say. Literally.
As you can imagine, this isn't easy on my Dad, or my Mum, who's still grieving over her own Dad, and is reminded of him every time she sees my nanna - and how she never had the chance to say a proper goodbye. I still think that the way he went was definately for the best, quickly and diginified, but she still regrets not having that last chance to say goodbye.
- Umm, on a more positive note, we've got cool new MP3s on the Spiral website, only £3.00. Even if you don't buy them, you may as well try out the free sample tracks: http://www.spiral.org.uk/acatalog/Celtic_New_Age_MP3s.html And who knows, you may well decide to buy an album!
Actually, when I say "new," they're not really. Most are from the early 90s. But, they're seriously good - very unique, very atmospheric, in some cases incredibly Gothic (in the classic sense of the word), and have stood the test of time well. I still listen to all of them, and enjoy them (they're very nostalgic for me, too). You see, my Dad owned a sort of miniature record company before he started selling jewellery, so I got to know all the artists personally and even listened to some of them recording, when I was a mere wee thing. I know just how much work and inspiration went into them.
I can particularly recommend "Magical Encounters," "The Green Man" and "Celtic Labyrinth" :)
- I'm going to a wedding in a fortnight's time. I don't actually know the couple, should be interesting. And will give me lots of ideas for my own wedding. |
exhausted
nostalgic
ganbarimas-ing
cheerful