Journal Entries for August 2023
The Journal is not a diary; it is more of a traditional blog section. Don't expect many updates; these are the entries written in August 2023.Notes for August 2023
Notes are snippets of information. Therefore they are often very short. These may become thoughts in the future or a journal entry; who knows? These are my notes for August 2023.The additions include adding a new section to the home page to be used as a Whiteboard. This could be achieved using a new custom post type with custom taxonomies. These can be pulled through via shortcodes. And change the diary entries from noindex to index—we are talking SEO here—and link to the individual diary entries. Previously, these formed part of a page and not stand-alone posts. David’s Day: To-Do List
Thoughts for August 2023
Thinking is something I do a lot. Writing those thoughts down is something I don’t do a lot. Below are some of those I have written down during August 2023.Things to Remember in August 2023
As I remember things, they will be added to the Remembering section of XXX. these are things I want to remember in August 2023.Events for August 2023
Very few events will show up here. Important dates will form part of the Remembering section. And as I spend most of my week looking after my adorable grandchildren, I don't get out much!Tasks for August 2023
Migrated Tasks:
(Unfinished tasks from previous months.)
New Tasks:
(Tasks added during August 2023.)
There are no new tasks this month.
Completed Tasks:
(Tasks completed during August 2023.)
No tasks have been completed this month
Rescheduled Tasks:
(Tasks rescheduled to another month.)
No tasks have been rescheduled.
Diary Entries for August 2023
Ruth and I went to Waterlooville today to see Bethany and the girls as Maisie had her two-year-old check-up. Evie, Ruth and I went to the shops to look for jeans for me as my old ones are now too loose due to my recent weight loss. Beth took Maisie.
Evie proudly showed us around her house and pointed out everything I would need in the toilet. “This is the toilet”. “This is where you wash your hands”, pointing to the soap and tap. “This the the towel…” And onto her and Maisie’s bedroom.
On the way home, Ruth and I were naughty. We had Fish and Chips from the chippy—my low-carb diet was temporarily on hold for one evening.
Most Fridays, I walk with a group of people with diabetes. This Friday, I took Evie.
Evie and I enjoyed our lonesome walk, the others disappearing into the distance. However, we saw lots of ducks and a family of swans—two adults and four signets. The walk was around Petersfield’s Heath—a very large artificial pond in the town.
After, Evie went on some playground rides before we set off home. However, we diverted to visit some elderly friends, Clive and Linda.
We spent Sunday afternoon and Goodwood Airfield while my niece had a 45-minute flight. It was a trial lesson where she could take control of the plane during the flight.
Evie had lots of fun with Uncle Sean and Fergus, my Adam’s in-laws’ dog. Maisie cuddled Granny (Ruth) and Mummy (Bethany) for long periods. Though, she did spend a little time with a couple of others.
Today I am visiting my cousin Margo. She is in hospital and is in a room alone and asleep, so I will not wake her. She must be dreaming because she shakes every so often. I will stay until she wakes, even if a few hours. I won’t write what is wrong with her for her privacy, but she is not well. It is times like this that make you realise that you are getting older, and this sort of visit may become the norm with family members.
I fell out of bed last night, and it’s not the first time I have previously done this a few months ago. However, unlike last time, when all I received was a pea-sized mark on my left knee. This time, I have a cut on my right hand and an inch-long bruise. Along with another pea-sized mark, but this time on my right knee.
We went for a picnic today at the Heath in Petersfield. I say we. Ruth, Bethany, Evie, Maisie and me. For those who don’t know the Heath, it is 69 acres of lowland heath incorporating a 22-acre pond. And home to 21 Bronze Age Barrows.
After the picnic, the girls played in the small playground, and then we, minus Ruth, rode a Pedalo around the pond. Who needs a gym when you can peddle one of these for 45 minutes?