Monday Musings

16 Sep

A bits ‘n’ pieces post for you today.


Lead and Gold character classes were designed ...

Lead and Gold character classes were designed from American frontier archetypes. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)   That’s me, second right

The Hub managed to be in my good and bad books at the same time yesterday. He told me I’d have made a great frontierswoman, getting stuck in and getting on with surviving.  The kind of woman he likes.

For someone who hates cooking, housework, needlework and any job considered ‘female’ back then, it was a rare compliment indeed.  Then he said, ‘You’d have been great; but you’d have complained a lot.’

I should have told him that, in my imaginary past life as a Woman Out West (WOW), I married the wealthy rancher and let other women do the female work, with him as the mop.

That’s what I call surviving.


I met the woman who connected me to the man who organised for me to read at Walthew House in church yesterday.

Discussing how the poetry reading had gone, she told me that on that particular Tuesday, the Deaf and Hard of Hearing Clinic was running and the queue had spilled into the hall, as it sometimes does.

So they weren’t carers being rude; they were people who couldn’t hear me and presumably didn’t know they were talking over me.

I feel better now I have revised my earlier position.  Perhaps I should send them the book.


I ran two writing workshops on Saturday, at the church fun day.   If I add the total number of participants at the start of each workshop to the total number of those who came in late, it adds up to a total of Big Fat Zero.

I had a sign outside my gazebo:

Signwriting must be one of them thar femin-ine skills, 'cos it ain't one o' mine

Signwriting must be one of them thar femin-ine skills, ‘cos it ain’t one o’ mine

I watched as people walked towards me, began to read the sign, got as far as WRITERS/WORKSHOPS and then veered rapidly off at an angle before I could collar them.   Not one person in four hours expressed an interest in writing or workshops.

It went from exasperating to embarrassing to I couldn’t stop laughing about it.

Five children wandered in at different times; all went away happy with their free notebook and pen; three also left with poems they’d just written.  It was worth being there for that alone.  I also chattered to a lady who caught me as I was leaving (covered in shame).  She knew about Stockport Writers but had never joined us; I hope I convinced her to come along to our next meeting.

Your faith in me is flattering but, I surmise on this evidence, unjustified.  I thank you anyway.  As a reward, have the smile that Stockport’s non-writers didn’t want:   😀


It’s been another busy week at Tilly Bud Towers so, of course, it was the blog wot give (something had to).

I promise to try and put aside tomorrow to reply to your comments and return your visits.

Sorry.  Again.  I mean it.  No, really; I do.


There’s a lion loose in Stockport!

My friend Pam and I came across it while out on a walk with the dogs.  

Pam was brave enough to stop and take a photograph:


Happy Monday!

30 Responses to “Monday Musings”

  1. laurieanichols September 16, 2013 at 15:48 #

    I’m with you Tilly, if I were to be a frontier woman, my hubby best be a big rancher a la Teddy Roosevelt because it is bad enough to do the chores in this age of technology, back then I would say Nay, Nay. Sorry about the lack of response for the writing workshops though writing workshops can be an intimidating thought to many people. A lion loose in Stockport, that is cool.


  2. Al September 16, 2013 at 15:51 #

    You must be lyin’ about the lion. There’s no picture.


  3. misswhiplash September 16, 2013 at 15:57 #

    I can just imagine you dressed as Calamity Jane, totting a firearm..warding off the Indians and protecting the rights of your friendly neighbours….
    As for having no attendees not to worry, one day when you are famous they will realise that they have missed their greatest opportunity..
    Up up and away>>>>>>>>>


  4. September 16, 2013 at 16:00 #

    Poor Tilly, after all your hard work that was very disappointing.. Please can we see the picture of the lion?


  5. Musings September 16, 2013 at 19:49 #

    I see the lion! Yae! If there were more bloggers there, we’d all have been at your workshop.


  6. Tom Merriman September 16, 2013 at 20:33 #

    Ah, sorry to hear about your writer’s workshop, Tilly. If I’d have known, I could have popped down and pretended to be someone else, like TV companies do every now and again to up numbers. I could even have had a go at using my frontier accent. Do you know I’m not very good at accents? At least you had a laugh, which is always a good thing. You wouldn’t have laughed at my accent, I’m sure…


  7. SchmidleysScribbling September 16, 2013 at 21:21 #

    Next time remind the Hub that frontier women knew how to use a gun.

    ‘A man can be hot, but not, when he’s shot’ ~Annie Get Your Gun


  8. adinparadise September 16, 2013 at 22:05 #

    I’m sorry but I had to laugh about the poetry reading clashing with the deaf and hard of hearing clinic. I was reminded of when my friends and I used to go and entertain at old age homes. Many old dears slept through the entire performance, and those who weren’t sleepy had no compunction about chatting loudly. I used to wonder why we made the effort. It certainly wasn’t because of the striped knitted bed socks they gave us. 😀 The Hubs really knows you too well. 🙂


    • The Laughing Housewife September 20, 2013 at 12:54 #

      Never apologise for laughing at me 🙂

      I bet people don’t talk when you’re playing in the mall.


      • adinparadise September 20, 2013 at 13:27 #

        Thanks for the permission, Tilly. 🙂 Yes, well some people do come and try to hold a conversation with me whilst I’m playing. It’s not ideal. A bit like trying to pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time. I’ve become quite good at ad-libbing. 😀


  9. colonialist September 16, 2013 at 23:26 #

    Maybe next time round you should advertise ‘Playshops’?
    Or, ‘How to write for Playboy’?
    Or ‘How to play around with really naughty girls and boys’?


  10. sharechair September 16, 2013 at 23:37 #

    Love the writing workshop. 😯


  11. Rorybore September 17, 2013 at 01:54 #

    What? that wee thing can’t possible be the mane event! har har
    So sorry about your writers club – I had the big fat goose-egg show up at my own booth at our church fun day too.
    I would totally fit in back in the frontier days. Pretty sure I’d be in the saloon though.
    Because I know good scotch……that’s what I meant. yeah.


  12. Three Well Beings September 17, 2013 at 04:27 #

    What a shame that people didn’t take advantage of your writing assistance. You must have had an “uninspired” group of people visiting at that time. But I love that you turned attention to the children. They appreciated the attention, I’m quite sure. 🙂


  13. bluebee September 18, 2013 at 12:29 #

    Tilly, you need some marketing training! “No experience necessary” – nothing else was needed on that sign 🙂


  14. lanceleuven September 18, 2013 at 15:33 #

    Sorry to hear your workshop didn’t go too well, Tilly. I guess the only conclusion to draw is that the good people of Stockport are already master wordsmiths who don’t need the help. 😉

    (Perhaps next time you should write “Stockport Writer’s” on the sign. I’m sure they’ll be a queue of pedants there to point out the mistake.And that’s how you you get them!)


  15. Grannymar September 19, 2013 at 09:29 #

    Fun days and workshop don’t sell
    But work can be fun with a pun!


  16. Perfecting Motherhood September 25, 2013 at 20:49 #

    I bet that frontierwoman would have shot that scary lion while she was doing laundry and cooking dinner!


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