So... How'd Your Day Go?

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Originally Posted by PiP

Today I persuaded hubby to take me to a trendy beach restaurant for lunch. I say trendy, but not in the way you'd expect. Restaurant Cabanas is located right on the beach and access is via an uneven dirt track which meanders through beautiful countryside with views down to the ocean. As well as the restaurant, there is also a chillout area with bean bags, hammocks and couches. AND, they have comfortable loungers with umbrellas for hire on the beach. Access via a dirt track may be the clue in that the beach is totally secluded, unspoilt and still at one with nature. I don't like commercialised beaches where concrete highrise grows out of the sand.

We've lived here 12 years and never knew this palce existed until we read an article in an Algarve magazine.
After a delicious lunch (fish and chips) washed down with a bottle of crips white wine we hired a sunbed for a few hours to chillax.

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WOW!

What a life.

Cleaned out the rain buckets, they were gross. Re-leveled them afterward.
Next is my workout, oil the bike chain and maybe tinker with the truck.
Boring.

Make breakfast, swim class, gym, house cleaning, make lunch, grocery store, playground, make dinner... Papa powers at full today.

We went for a walk this morning, ended up watching as a Roe deer stag tore down a footpath towards us (it's a wide wooded path where a stream runs through the local housing estate) hotly pursued by a lurcher type dog who obviously couldn't believe its luck! As they passed a small white scruffy dog his basic instincts also clicked in, he was last seen putting on a remarkable turn of speed too. As we passed his worried owner we could only inform her that 'he went that way,'still flat out after a venison lunch. Shorty after the lurcher returned flat out in the other direction, no sign of his owner, but boy does he have something to dream about later!

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Originally Posted by bobo

Became curious and wanted to hear the song you mentioned, then searched it up on youtube – and … may be you’ll like to hear them too :-)

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If you aren't acquainted with Busby Berkeley musicals here's a YouTube summary of them. It's understandable why even a comparatively modest theatrical production of 42nd Street would need the largest stage in London's West End.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNCwYuXndP0

Thanks !!
That was a marvel - I surely like that - will see more of them later :-)
No don't know many musicals but singing in the rain and westside story :-)
My life hasn't exactly been to the lighter things :-)

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Originally Posted by bobo

Thanks !!
That was a marvel - I surely like that - will see more of them later :-)
No don't know many musicals but singing in the rain and westside story :-)
My life hasn't exactly been to the lighter things :-)

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Those 1933 musicals were produced to overcome a whole nation's depression and create optimism. Song and dance can still do that for anyone. Personally I believe in the sentiments behind the Village People song You Can't Stop The Music. Regardless of any opinions about the group themselves the lyrics of that song are difficult to deny. It's human nature.

http://en.musicplayon.com/Village-Pe...eo-374616.html

I haven't felt like I could breath fully for the last couple days. I'm calmer now, but still profoundly sad.
I can't say anything anyone else hasn't already said, and all of us have thought. The kooks have already stepped-up on the internet. Maybe their constructed reality is how they cope.
Some have been coping with anger, and a frothing case of "Do Something!" disease. Making sense of... this. Insanity.
I just feel like Evil has caressed my cheek, and it's foul, rotten breath lingers. I want a shower. But they don't have showers that wash this away.

Maybe society is slouching towards it's inevitable, and well deserved end. That thought echoes in my head like a dying gasp in the cool desert air. That's my day.

Warning, rant to follow:




Perhaps I'm a sociopath, perhaps I'm jaded, maybe I'm just more honest with myself about how many people die tragically each day and strangers are just that to me. When I hear outrage or a shaky voice from some talking head on tv, I assume an act. Do people really care more about the dead when it's shown on tv? Are the dead at a concert more deserving of mourning than any of the other countless murders? Maybe people believe that their outrage could result in... something? Of course it's always selectively applied. If I met an adult in real life talking about how shaken they were about natural disaster x, suicide bombing y, or mass shooting z, I'd ask them who they knew who was affected. If it was nobody, then I'd tell them to their face to grow the fuck up. Give to charities, volunteer, but spare me whatever cry for condolence (for suffering you haven't endured) that is. And that's assuming it's not self-serving virtue signalling.

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Maybe people believe that their outrage could result in... something?

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Watching news reports of families fleeing Syria in small boats to escape from persecution left it's mark on myself and my daughter. Watching footage of the little children and mothers left in camps with very little supplies. Mothers who desperately arrive in a foreign lands after walking miles for freedom often losing loved ones who were too weak, ill or abused to make the journey. Yes, as a mother I think of my own children. My daughter and her friends cried for these mothers and started a charity, ActForREf
Other charities also take refugees into their homes - especially young girls and boys who arrive in a strange country alone.

So yes, sometimes it does result in something.

Some people are also moved to help people in disaster zones and reach out in different ways.

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Do people really care more about the dead when it's shown on tv?

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I believe they do... but there is also this sense of helplessness as we become anesthetized to death. Hardly a day goes by without a report of a natural disaster, a terrorist attack, a murder, a senseless shooting, child abuse.... it just goes on and on...

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but spare me whatever cry for condolence (for suffering you haven't endured) that is. And that's assuming it's not self-serving virtue signalling.

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That is what makes us human, Andrew...

ETA: When the Prime Minister offers condolences it is just an opportunity for another political broadcast. And no, they don't came across as being sincere.