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‘Choice’ – the Elixir of Life.
MAY 9, 2017 / ANNA RACCOON
mind-mappingYou know what? I never realised how much I would miss the old blog. Never realised how much the community of commentators had become part of my life.

I thought it had become a chore. A burden. The daily diet of e-mails to be answered. The research for each post. The hassle of dealing with the glitches and gremlins that are part and parcel of keeping a blog going.

I actually thought I was doing it for you. I did. Honestly.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I finally closed the doors back in December. I closed down the e-mail account. Abandoned the Twitter feed. Stopped paying for the hosting.

I had the perfect excuse for doing so. My health was deteriorating. The tumour in my arm had grown so large that I was typing with one hand. One of the ones in my lung was groaning with discomfort whenever I sat upright. I didn’t know then about the one in my spine, but I knew that my back hurt like hell whenever I sat upright. I limped back and forth from the kettle to the computer, thanks to the one in my leg. That’s just the ones on the surface – there are others, buried inside my body.

Nothing could be more ridiculous than to continue to write for the benefit of other people, given all that, right? Pack it in and concentrate on myself was the only sensible course of action. Right?

Wrong!

I have learnt many lessons since last December. Painful lessons.

Most of all, I have learnt how ‘choice’ is an important part of all our lives. Probably the most important part – and probably the part we take for granted more than any other aspect of daily life.

Right now, I would love a cup of tea and a biscuit. Mr G is busy painting the panels beneath the windows of the room that will be my new home. I can’t ask him to stop halfway – and I can’t walk to the kettle to do it myself, so I have no choice in the simple matter of wanting a cup of tea and a biscuit.

My entire life is composed of having no choice in mundane things like that. I clean my teeth when someone else hands me a toothbrush. I can see to read a newspaper when someone else chooses to turn the light on, or hands me my glasses when I ask for them.

Don’t get me wrong – everyone is exceptionally kind and only too willing to do whatever I ask. There is a difference though. They are exercising choice as to whether to do whatever it is I have asked for – or not. My ‘choice’ has been reduced to being able to choose what sort of mood I greet each day with, and to reach whatever has been left within arm’s reach of me.

That means my keyboard has become a powerful weapon of ‘choice’. I can choose to write. I can choose to bring attention to the compensation culture that is crippling the NHS. I can choose to stand for parliament. I can choose to re-open the virtual pub that was ‘Anna Raccoon’ – sometimes known as the ‘Raccoon Arms’.

Hmmn. I Thought I was running the blog for your benefit! Seems I wasn’t, for when I examined the choices still available to me…… there it is, large as life, on the list of choices available to me – ‘open the blog and write again’.

Looks like I was doing it for my benefit all the time.

Since writing also figured hugely on that list of things that dictated my frame of mind for the day, the regulars of the Raccoon Arms are a kind of double whammy – I missed you all. Even on the days when you were crotchety and grumpy; especially on the days when you were witty and inspirational; as for the days when you sent me shooting off to Google to understand what you were talking about because you were way too intelligent and educated for me to keep up – I loved it – it was educational!

So, thanks to the white knight who saved my archive unasked, and who has set up this site for me – the doors are open once more. You will notice that he has manged to very cleverly stitch the archive to the back of this new WordPress blog, so it is both the virtual pub, and the archive that he saved. I still own the annaraccoon.com domain name and that is in the process of being pointed towards this new blog, so it should all settle down within a few days.

First drinks at the bar are free – unless you live in Islington North, in which case I would be accused of treating for votes!

I would particularly welcome your suggestions as to what you would like to see me write about, for my world is of necessity shrunk to the confines of this bed, which means I won’t have the stimulus of – for instance – taking a trip down the river on the boat with Mr G. I know what one post will be – and that is to show you photographs of the amazing room Mr G has built onto our house in the past six weeks, which will be my new home. It is truly beautiful with a fantastic view of the river. I’ve just got to be patient and wait for the scaffolding to come down tomorrow, and the floor to be laid.

My mind is free though – my mind can go anywhere it wants to. That is the most valuable choice of all.

Make the most of your choices today. They are easily mislaid. They are more valuable than you think.

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25 thoughts on “‘Choice’ – the Elixir of Life.”

Lilith
MAY 9, 2017 AT 7:03 AM
OH God Anna, I love you.xxxxx

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Anna Raccoon
MAY 9, 2017 AT 7:10 AM
With the help of you all – we will overcome this blip in my life, and continue as before – with ‘added excitement’ of an election to talk about and partake in!

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Lilith
MAY 9, 2017 AT 7:16 AM
Hugs and Hurrahs and I’ll drink to that!

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darktheywere
MAY 9, 2017 AT 7:07 AM
Trying to work out what the opposite of a “snowflake” is, ‘cos you are one! Welcome back landlady, mine’s a light and bitter 🙂

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Michael
MAY 9, 2017 AT 7:08 AM
Good morning, great piece. I kinda wish I did live in Islington North, if only until polling day.

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TheBlockedDwarf
MAY 9, 2017 AT 7:11 AM
If you ever invite me down for coffee again -or rather if G wants to invite me down for a tea and turps-then I’ll happily take some photos of the new Raccoonerie and write up G’s in depth description of whether he used stainless steel pins or galvanised staples. You could then rework my efforts into something readable, save you typing the piece from scratch.
Also have you consider getting au fait with speech recognition software, ‘Siri’ I think the Apple one is called? Might make writing a little easier as you proved the other day you can recount an already formulated blog post as easily as you write one.

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Jonathan
MAY 9, 2017 AT 8:49 AM
I’m always amused to find equally (almost) elderly expert bloggers and users of the new technology are as useless at bits of it as I am! Your link on my site was indeed wrong and I have managed to correct it (god knows how). Welcome back to the real world of virtual reality! Jx

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Anna Raccoon
MAY 9, 2017 AT 8:59 AM
Thank you Jonathan!

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Jonathan
MAY 9, 2017 AT 9:13 AM
Now if I could work out how to add my photo…

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Nessie
MAY 9, 2017 AT 9:25 AM
Welcome back Anna, I have missed you

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Lizzie CornishL
MAY 9, 2017 AT 9:29 AM
I love you too, Anna…GREAT to have you back…and can’t wait to see Mr. G’s ‘grand design’. Much love to you both. ((xx))

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