tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64195076209825871262024-03-13T03:52:56.867-07:00Amor Vincit OmniaKathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296447407263987048noreply@blogger.comBlogger171125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419507620982587126.post-66383064887859006902016-09-26T11:18:00.001-07:002016-09-26T14:19:56.009-07:00The light has gone<p dir="ltr">It has been almost 3 weeks....I didn't see it coming....I feel bereft....the "empty nest syndrome" seems so banal but now I am living it, I know it is far far worse. <br>
Our life in England is better in every way, but we came to England when we did, so that you would have opportunities,...and so now you are not here, I can't see any reason for being here, for working, doing the shopping, buying flowers for the house, making cakes, making an affort..I am going through the motions but there is no point without you or Thomas. <br>
You don't know it but I am heart broken.... I can barely go into your room..I keep the door closed,.I can't go into town....everything sends me off...<br>
Every day sees me a crying wreck....it is shameful but I don't seem able to change it. <br>
You asked me months ago, when we knew you would be leaving, never to tell you that I miss you....and I promised...but here I will tell you. <br>
You have always been the sunshine in my life...from the day you were born....always. I am so very proud of you ...and I miss you more than I could ever have imagined.</p>
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Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296447407263987048noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419507620982587126.post-47313453625338612842016-02-15T12:14:00.001-08:002016-02-15T12:16:09.048-08:00Going home<p dir="ltr">What a weekend ...we are knackered but it was all worth it. Glasgow is fab, the Glaswegians too....hours just slip by here ...Saturday night with Tessa and David and then 12 hours in a pub yesterday with the Warren cousins reunion. What lovely people, what a lot of alcohol, what stories.... </p><p dir="ltr">And we will be back. No question.</p>
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A week ago we had no idea that we'd be waking up in in Glasgow..but that's the power of FB I guess. A message from a longtime-no see Warren cousin and here we are in Scotland for a Warren family reunion.<br />
A quick check on the Flybe website and tickets were booked from Exeter...a dream..flying from just down the road..no queues, no hassle ...<br />
A quick check on airbnb ...a great little flat for the weekend ...pub, coop, pizza, train station all on our doorstep...if I could just get out of bed....a bed which is far too comfortable :)<br />
And he is in the kitchen cooking up his long awaited square sausages....<br />
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Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296447407263987048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419507620982587126.post-50707321381298762942016-02-04T00:07:00.002-08:002016-02-04T00:10:23.071-08:00Energia solareSolare - lo sei sempre stato - sin dai primi giorni, il bambino che ci faceva sempre sorridere, che faceva sorridere i nostri cuori anche nei momenti piu' brutti....e ora, anche a 18 anni, e' sempre cosi. Ieri, sono stata a fare l'ultimo ricevimento della mia vita da mamma ...Thomas ormai si sta per laureare e tu stai per iniziare la vita che ti portera' tanta gioia e soddisfazione. Ieri, al College, tutti i tuoi insegnanti hanno detta la stessa identica cosa.... sei solare, hai un energia unico...entri in aula e l'energia della classe si alza. Hai presenza, e non soltanto sul palcoscenico. La gente ci chiede da dove viene quest'energia, a chi assomigli, e ne' papa', ne' io abbiamo una risposta. Sei unico, sei la tua persona, everything about you is just so simply you.<br />
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<br />Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296447407263987048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419507620982587126.post-20359092666858455382016-01-27T04:57:00.001-08:002016-01-27T05:00:24.761-08:00Just another day at the office...Like clockwork....11.58am and its quiet time for the animals.....<br />
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<br />Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296447407263987048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419507620982587126.post-4904032387645714972016-01-25T23:53:00.001-08:002016-01-25T23:53:45.604-08:00The things you find....I'm the one with black shoes....<br />
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...the week that saw the boys drive up to Liverpool for the long awaited FA Cup replay.....along with the other 5998 Exeter fans. I could have gone, we could have got an extra ticket, the hotel was already paid for, I could have taken my work with me but actually.....I quite fanicied having the house to myself. Of course I hadn't banked on being poorly but really, even if I wasn't feeling up to much, the quiet in the house was good, just for one night...and they had a geat night...Robert and leo got to hang out, Leo was able to hear a scouser accent for the first time, he experienced "up north", and they both enjoyed all of the (frankly quite bizarre) Exeter chants ...and yes, they lost, but fun was had....so result.<br />
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...the week that saw me drive to the hospital in Bristol with my mum. A meeting which had been dreaded..cochlear implant yes, or no. The specailst we saw was fantastic.... the NHS certainly has all the problems we know about but on a very personal level, I can only sawy that everyone we have dealt with in the NHS over the last 18 months....and there have been many, for many varied reaosns, have all been fantastic. This girl looked about 12....I thought she was on a work placement...she wasn't. She carried out an incredible 3 hour assessment and then gave the verdict...no implant just yet. Relief, It will happen, But not right now. So mother was able to jet off to her South American cruise without it hanging over her head.. Thank you NHS.<br />
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...the week I sat in the car and had Leo drive me around. A bit weird...we have a Volvo estate automatic so not ideal for learning to drive, or we have the left-hand drive Panda...not ideal either...but that's what we have - and he was good. All in all a much better experience than sitting in the car in Italy while Thomas was learning....stressful does not even come close. But driving around the Devon lanes with Leo was fine, actually more than fine, it was fun.<br />
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...the week that saw me turn 49. And the week that saw me receive my first ever card from Robert (together 15 years, ..). I had a card, I had some gifts, and a cake...which he made. It made me happy.<br />
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And Leo gave me his time (and a gift) but his time was the biggest gift. We drove off into deepest Devon to a community hall to see an amateur dramatic performanc of a Pantomime...and it was outstanding ....a bit surreal....sitting in a Primary School hall, waiting for a Panto, with Leo ..and watching the locals buy their bottle of wine and beer (all in the school hall) ..at 2.30 on a Saturday afternoon...I guess this is Devon.Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296447407263987048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419507620982587126.post-13804808477879462422016-01-16T09:34:00.001-08:002016-01-16T09:34:33.942-08:00Randomness 16th Jan.....1. I love Dartmoor. It is still one of the best things about living in the West Country ... as I drive down the A30 on a Saturday morning to pick Leo up after a Friday night out, I look to my left and see Dartmoor ...it is imposing, powerful, beautiful...and somehow the light that falls on it, whatever the time of day or the season, is just incredible.<br />
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2. Did I really a need a "non-work" computer to get back on the blogging horse...I told myself I did. And I am ashamed to say that finding one was easy....in this world of "too much" I had a choice of 2 (my old one and a cast-off that somehow ended up at ours)... I need to compartmentalise, always and everything..and working from home makes it even more important for me - I still get dressed for work, no working in Pjs for me (althrough a glass of bubbly towards the end of the day is permitted)...work is work (at my desk, in the conservatory) and home is home ...so maybe by having this second computer which I can treat as a non-work PC, I will be able to blog again, I will keep in touch with people, I will do non-work things...we will see.<br />
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3. I miss Thomas. Daft really - but seeing him in Brussels in November has made me miss him more. He is going through a tough time...maybe not exactly tough but he is feeling the transition of being young and fairly carefree to having to make serious decisions, having to think about how to finance his dreams, having to wake up to his responsibilities and at the same time taking responsibility for his decisions. I know he will be fine. I am very proud of him. But I want to make it easy for him ...and I can't, and I mustn't. He has to find his way and he will. But I miss him. Not made easier by him coming over next week to see his girlfriend in Nottingham...and yes, I want to say "we'll come up and take you both out for lunch ect" but they need time together without mum muscling in. So I will keep stumm for now.<br />
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4. Go Grecians. Everyone knows we have embraced life back in the UK. Robert more than anyone. And the FA Cup is proof. He has been a Liverpool fan all his life but coming to Exeter, and finding out that Exeter FC is owned by the Supporters, he has become an Exeter fan too.....Leo is a Trust member, he and Leo go to the odd game, they both have an Exeter FC shirt and he spent New Years Eve desperately trying to get tickets for the FA Cup match against Liverpool...he made it, and they had a fantastic night at the game...and he supported Exeter, against HIS team. So now the replay...on Wednesday they will join the other 3998 Exeter supporters and make the trip to Liverpool for the replay ....here's to another great night.<br />
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5. My name is Kathryn. I know the spelling is not the most common but it is not hard. If I write an email and sign off as Kathryn, why do people (Italians, for work) insist on writing back to Katheryne, Kathrin, Kath or Kathy?? Did you read my email? Did you not see that my name is Kathryn?? Or are you just too lazy? It seems they are....this week I have started signing off as Kat (I feel like I have stolen the name of my cousin's daughter) and hey, who would have thought? People are now writing back to Kat....so what did they ever have against Kathryn?? Robert was Rob for all his life in Canada, he was Robert in Italy and now he is a bit of both...does it matter? I love it when Italians call Leo Leonardo, and Thomas maybe Tom to some, but I just can't call him Tom, he is Thomas, to me....But really... Robert, Kathryn, Thomas and Leo? Rob, Kat, Tom and Leonardo? What's in a name? We are who we are whatever.<br />
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<br />Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296447407263987048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419507620982587126.post-85359030216112296652015-05-10T01:46:00.001-07:002015-05-10T01:48:38.135-07:00No doubt the universe is unfolding as it should...<p dir="ltr">I need to remember this ...I need to remind myself to remember this. I need to remember that the dark days are not so dark, that there are good days too, that I need to be patient. We are all doing the best we can and if things are hard, a struggle, if I am not where I thought I would be, if things have not gone the way I had planned I need to remember just that..no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. </p>
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My niece is getting married in August and whenever we are out and about, and I am on the wedding gift trail. Last week I saw these words on a cake slice - I didn't buy it but the words have stayed with me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419507620982587126.post-16947228878678059842015-03-18T01:44:00.001-07:002015-03-18T01:44:19.627-07:00Mr. Probz - Nothing Really Matters <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hvYIjq-hIn0" width="480"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419507620982587126.post-83888677245466480952014-07-23T22:10:00.001-07:002014-07-23T22:59:59.216-07:00Not part of the plan<div dir="ltr">
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Oh my goodness....the stress, the tension, the frayed nerves, the just not understanding each other...it sucks....we don't really look like the photo right now. <br>
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