Monday Musings

 

Hello everyone,

I hope you`re all having a lovely day.  It`s been a really nice day here, very  and still rather  but really nice all the same.

This morning Jim hung the last of the five new doors.  He wanted to get them done as soon as he could so that we can begin on the varnishing on his next few days off.  He still has a few alterations to do to the door frames but thankfully I won`t be clearing up piles and piles of sawdust and wood shavings anymore.  I told Jim that we should get a hamster or a rabbit because we `ve had enough shavings to keep a cage in tip top condition for ages...lol!

                                                      

While I remember, does anyone know what is meant by the `subscribe` button on the top right-hand corner of the journal pages?  I don`t have any idea but I`m sure you good people can tell me.  There always seems to be something new in the journals apart from the things that are of use to us!  A few more fonts would be nice, I know we can start of our entries in email, choose the font we like and them copy and paste back to journal but I think it would be nicer if AOL gave us some more to use.  It seems quite a few people seem to be having `alert` problems again. I thought it had been fixed....sigh...

                                             

Kerry came round this afternoon with Roman who hadn`t been at all happy this morning.  His teeth are giving him trouble so you can`t blame him.  Anyway, he soon cheered up when he saw me...honest...lol!  Actually he was really cheerful when he was here, sitting in his highchair and eating a biscuit, most of which was spread all over his toys, me and Jake`s head!  Poor Jake is quickly learning to stay away when 1)  Roman has a his cup in his hand because he shakes its contents all over him. 2) when he has noisy toys because they frighten the life out of him.  In the last few days since I mentioned that Roman likes to stand up, he has been doing it more and more.  Now he stands up straight and only holds on to one hand, his balance being excellent.  I really think he will be an early walker, which for this family will be a novelty.  Kerry was 16 months when she first walked and Danny 17, though both of them shuffled and crawled very early on they showed no interest in finding their feet.

                                               

I showed Kerry the photos I posted in yesterday`s entry and she really loved the cartoon effect I used on Roman`s photo so I`ve just sent it to her.  I`m going to enlarge it, print it, frame it and put it on the wall in the hallway when it`s finished, the hallway that is!  Tomorrow I`ll be going to Windsor with Kerry again.  This time I think the weather will be nice so I can take the camera and get some nice photos.  If you remember the last time we went it poured with rain as well as being freezing cold.  NOT a good day for walking along the river feeding the ducks and swans!

Before I go, I have another ghostly legend for you to enjoy.  Take care and have a nice evening/afternoon.  Bye Bye for now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

T R E G E A G L E
Cornwall's Most Famous Phantom

Tregeagle is the Cornish Faust. The story took a few centuries to develop, and there is nothing to be added now to heighten its dramatic effect. Tregeagle was a young man of ambition with a vein of discontent running through his composition. One day, when brooding over what he was and what he would be, seeing all things in false perspective, Old Artful made his acquaintance, and there was the usual bargain: signed, sealed and delivered. "This is my act and deed," said Tregeagle, putting his finger on the red seal drawn from his own veins.

Tregeagle was to live in airy-fairy palaces and have the run of every man's preserves until such time as Old Artful chose; and then - well, what was left of his tissue-paper soul would be wanted in another place. Old Artful behaved in the handsomest manner, and Mr.Tregeagle lived in a palace in up-to-date splendour, with men-servants and maidservants, and everyone took off his hat or curtsied as he passed. He was as hard to the poor as any landlord's agent, and rode rough-shod over whom he would. In fact, there couldn't have been a greater man-about-town before the days of motors. All went gaily with him, until, one day, he consulted his diary and found that his lease, under the contract, had nearly expired. He then he became "hurried" in his mind, and lost all appetite, and cast about to see if he could save himself and pay no forfeit.

Now, Old Artful was a good judge of character and knew his man, so, when the time was up, he let the fairy palace, with all its beautiful gardens and stables and greenhouses, sink into the earth. He covered them over with water so deep that some said no plummet could find the bottom. Having trapped his man so nicely, Old Artful was in good humour, and gave Tregeagle a limpet-shell with a hole in it, telling him he might work out his redemption by emptying the lake; for, said he, "you can't expect to have all the good things of this World without paying for them, either in money or marbles."

Tregeagle looked at the limpet-shell, so small that a thimbleful of water would overflow it, and then at the hole in the bottom, but he cared little for that as he could stop it up with his finger. It was a hopeless task, yet he was comforted by the thought that, in the matter of the hole, by stopping it with his finger, he would score points off Old Artful. Then he commenced baling the water from the lake. When he wished to rest, however, Old Artful's imps spurred him on and on until he shrieked and roared so that all the people round about him shook in their shoes. "To roar like Tregeagle" became a saying when one was groaning under deserved punishment. The unhappy man is still working at his task, and it is said there is not so much water in the lake - Dozmary Pool - as aforetime.

Not far away there was, once upon a time, the holy well of St. Roche and young people even now drop bent pins into it and wish. It is very simple, and costs nothing. Then there is the saint's cell in which he lived until his death. His apartment there, being light and airy and 680 feet above the sea, was then occupied by successive saints. At present the apartment is unoccupied, but the parish is taking care of it. This is the cell wherein the damned soul of Treageagle tried to find sanctuary when pursued by the fiends from Dozmary Pool. The inhabitants of the wild and desolate region between Roche and Dozmary hear the hell-hounds pursuing the shrieking soul on dark tempestuous nights, and on Christmas Eve the hunt is said to be on a grand scale. The inhabitants of the moors keep indoors after dark