Yesterday was the date of my Mother’s birthday, of course I thought about her but I didn’t visit her grave¬†with flowers until today. I have a lot on my mind, I am awaiting the arrival of a brand new Grandchild. I am anxious, my daughter is due to give birth soon. ¬†This new babe when she arrives will share my Mother’s name and her star sign but serendipity didn’t have them share a birth date.



Hello Blog, long time no see eh? It appears that things have been happening around here since I last checked in, word challenges and photo challenges, not to mention blog a day or week. I didn’t notice any of those things before, are they new?

I’m a little bemused as to what I’m doing here just now, my fingers are poised over the keyboard waiting to burst into activity, I’m drumming them lightly on the keys (in between typing these words) not with any real intent, more like a frustrated jiggling, hoping that the movement will somehow create a blog post all by itself; it won’t of course, so I think I will just say goodnight and try again another day.

Call me nostalgic if you will

In the frame of mind to clear some clutter, I unearthed some boxes of Bric a brac that had been stored away for years; dates on the newspaper wrappings included 2004 and 2009 so this indicates the length of time since these items saw the light of day.

Why oh why did I have to unwrap each piece instead of just putting the boxes into the boot of the car en route to the charity shop? Now that I have rekindled my acquaintance with some of the lovely ornaments I am loathe to part with them, each holding a small memory of where when or why it was bought and all stirring emotions with their aesthetic value. These are things that I found beautiful and they deserve to be on display but I have nowhere to put them; what to do next is a dilemma do I wrap them up and “forget them” again and label the box “Do not open, dispose of in 2020” or do I bid them a fond farewell now?

Pitmen poets

As the wife of a miner for many a long year, I have a personal interest in anything that relates to the mining way of life and especially the 1984/85 strike which is an event that had a considerable impact on my life at the time and my attitude to life since.

I recently attended an evening in the company of The Pitmen Poets and I have to say it was a great evening’s entertainment. I recommend it if the show is coming anywhere near you.

Stand out from the crowd

Why hide your light when you were born to shine?

At difficult times in our lives, sometimes it is easier to blend into the background and not participate in things too much. If that is happening to you right now, take this New Year and make it your time to shine. The only real time in your life is this moment, the one that you are experiencing NOW!

In the words of John Lennon:

“Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.”

Talking myself through it

This is the message that you get when you’ve pressed delete,

so, this is it folks, just one more click and It’s adios to a decade of words pictures and music, all my thoughts and creativity. Happy times and sad times were all recorded there and although I have saved a lot of it here, the unique thing that was my blog will be gone forever.

Well, so be it – it’s time to click and move on!

So, it is done, I have deleted. I just had a look after doing the deed and tried clicking the link where one of my posts was listed as “the buzz” and this is what I saw:

So marikasthinkingthing at Blog. co . uk is no more

Thinking of pressing delete

I am getting tired of waiting for the Blog to be turned off, so I am now perusing this:

It is the overview of my Marikasthinkingthing blog and it is where the delete button sits. I think I am going to take matters into my own hands and press to self destruct.

I have already removed myself from the groups that I was in and it is just one more small click…Instead of abandoning my blog to its fate, what if I just take control and end it myself? That could be the kindest way, a kind of euthanasia. well, it would end my suffering wouldn’t it? Yes I reckon it would so I shall go and hover over the button a little longer until I pluck up the courage to make that fatal move………

Waiting for the end

At various times during today, I have checked in at my old blog at BCUK simply to see if it is still there and at the moment it still is. I have shared a comment or two with other lingerers and it has reminded me just how interactive the site used to be and how easy it was to use. As a veteran there of almost ten years, I suppose I would say that wouldn’t I, practice does make things easier.
So now, it is time to practice the workings of wordpress and make myself a cosy niche here.

A few minutes ago, as I’ve already said, I was hanging around at BCUK wringing the last bit of pleasure from the blog’s existence like a condemned man savouring his last meal. Another comment, a word from a familiar blogger all morsels to grasp at, until what? the moment when no more crumbs arrive. The spammers are still posting merrily and annoyingly as usual. It was their infiltration that deterred a lot of good bloggers from continuing to post there quite some time ago.

I have been listening to music through my headphones the tunes are just coming to me from youtube, selected randomly, so it seemed significant when the song “Final Countdown” was played followed by “It’s my life” by Bon Jovi. Endings and beginnings, well that’s where I am right now, just turning another page.

The very Last Post

Well this is it, the whole thing could disappear at any moment, even before I get to post my last post! so I shall make haste, well suffice to say, it’s been great (well, most of the time with most of the people) but you can’t hold on forever apparently; rest assured I have tried, and hear I am for one last shout. Like a fanatic on speakers corner who shouts his philosophy to the passers by who never listen. “This is it, the hour is almost upon us” Listen up, the world as we know it is ending TODAY!. Eek, no, that cannot be….. what? you mean it really is? ahh well, I fear not, as I have prepared a safe haven in a land called WordPress, I shall hasten to that place now, before it’s too laaaaaaate Aaaaaargh, expletive I tripped over the carpet on my way out – I will see any survivors anon, when the dust has settled.

The Final Countdown

So here we are, just four days left to tie up any loose ends and get out of here before obliteration takes place on the 15th December. The beginning of the end prompts me to get poetical and so, here is a poem that came to mind.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night – by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I have decided that I shall not go gentle, so a post a day until the fourteenth, and then I’ll be on my way, I may even delete my blog myself instead of leaving it to be discarded when they pull the plug. We will see, the jury is still out on that idea.