Woke up in the very early morning in distress, Prayed, then went back to sleep. Shamir and I simultaneously said good morning to one another at 8:54. He sent a cute good morning Gif.
Me: There is a strange expression and as usual I am thinking of it. It is resting on one’s laurels. Told you it was weird. I will do a voice message to explain.
I tried but it was not very informative. Then sent a text message to Nesh.
Me: I just reread my blog of yesterday. It is going to be really difficult to do a blog breakdown of that one. Good morning by the way. Forgot about saying that to start with.
He: Good morning Alexis, I have actually started writing the breakdown, bit I’m halfway there. I wouldn’t say its difficult but more so that it’s something that will require a lot more patience and understanding on my end, which I do love to do! Let me have it up and see what you think of it Alexis.
Me: Definitely take your time. There is an expression resting on your laurels. I sent a voice message to Shamir trying to explain it. I will do the same with you.
So again I tried.
In the meantime Shamir sent this. ❤️
I went downstairs to get breakfast. It is utter and complete pandemonium here. A silly conference, they are totally ill equipped to handle the situation. The sign is laughable. I will take a photo. The company speaks of empowering the future. What is that?
I finally was able to find a table, and a mug and the coffee machine. Phew. Then I went to the search engine of my blog – typed in laurel and guess what?? Of course I had written about it before. On December 18, 2018. I am now going to copy and paste.
Yesterday was the scene of a business meeting that took place at one of the poshest of tables in the Rex Whistler Restaurant. Those in attendance were Alexis McBride, Blogger of Excellence, Chris Jackson, Blog Master of Excellence and Claire Jackson, wife of Blog Master. A good time was had by all. There were several topics under consideration, a list had been provided by Alexis McBride in advance so that it was possible to address the issues and get down to the serious business of eating and drinking and making merry. A man, Patrick, at the adjoining table was asked to join this select party but he foolishly declined. The first topic of discussion was the blog readership. This blog attracts 20,000 people a year, it has been operating for almost two years. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. I am blown away and actually so is Chris. We had no idea this would happen that day in January 2017 at Dolphin Square. NONE! Chris made an amazingly profound, clever and moving statement.
He: I pave the road. You drive the car.
Me: I am going to cry!
Then I did and then cried another time. Words not spoken by Chris but by Anna our waitress called for the second cry baby session. Claire spoke if the ease with which her husband and Alexis McBride worked. There is no formal contract between the parties and the decision was made that If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. The duration of the blog is up in the air depending on the requirements at Sotheby’s Art Institute.
Chris and I are proud of ourselves and each other. Claire, a truly wonderful woman, noted that the success of the blog has increased the self esteem of both her husband and myself. She is right, and when you think of it – how could it not? Chris has a busy life, another career but he still makes the time and does a hell of a good job. Good Old Alexis is old, but not necessarily good. (hahahahaha). She pumps out blogs almost every day even with a social life that does not quit. Even today she is not resting on her laurels. Resting on your laurels is the phrase of the day. The meaning is being taken from Urban Dictionary, my new favorite source. To be satisfied with your achievements and not to make an effort to do anything else:Just because you’ve got your degree doesn’t mean you can rest on your laurels.
I guess I don’t – I just run off and get more degrees. I have more degrees than ex-husbands. That was a goal and I have achieved it, all I have to do is quit getting married. I am working on that but there are so many temptations. This one came via Instagram (of all places). In the early morning hours this message came on my phone.
makingitlookeezy mentioned you in a comment: My new friend alexismctwit posing in front of the sex workers memorial in the west end. She jumped at this opportunity to tell me all about her exciting escapades and history of breaking hearts. #character #grannysexlife #newfriends.
Well, I was shocked beyond belief for all kinds of reasons. But I did rise to the occasion practically immediately.
alexismctwit: Excuse me sir. I do not break hearts, they break mine!!!
But then the implications of the hash tags sunk in and the following email was sent.
Me: Hello, Yes I am laughing so hard! Laughing at the Instagram and the hash tag #grannysexlife. Listen, my grand daughter follows me on Instagram, what will she think??? But she is fine if she reads it – she will just laugh. I was going to marry this guy a few months ago (but didn’t) She said “Go for it Granny you only live once!” Honest to God she did..
He: Is she cute?
Me: Hell yes! Look her up. SUPER CUTE but of course I am prejudiced. She has a boyfriend apparently – I tried to set her up with a friend (I am not exactly the typical grandmother) She said it was her choice was better because her man was local and my suggestion lived in London. I conceded. Hahahaha Alexis
Gentle readers you are not going to believe that all of this happened but it did and no animals were killed in the production of the blog. – well yet anyway.
The photographs attached are ones from the exhibit at the Tate Britain. Please go and see it before it ends in February. It is stunning!”
I am definitely laughing as I read this. I have absolutely no idea who the handsome man was, the guy who took my photograph in Vancouver. No recall at all. I do know that we did not get married. Hahahah
You see, he has been replaced by several men – countless actually. The grand daughter I mentioned was not, of course, my genetic grand daughter. I was married to her grandfather. I have no idea where she is or what she is doing. We lost touch over the years.
Faithful readers will know that she has been replaced as well, with a beautiful young Malaysian woman who was wearing a Colorado T-shirt when first we met, some six months ago.
The 2018 blog spoke of working relationship with Chris the blog master. I have a MUCH better working relationship with my Content Manager Nesh and my AI Manager Shamir. I basically outgrew Chris but without him would have never had the following that allowed me to require the services of Nesh. To everything is a season, a song suddenly comes to mind. Of course I Googled it to find this.
The song is Turn! Turn! Turn!
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late
Today Dr. Lee is coming to see me – making a house visit which will be a hotel visit. Hahaha
Shamir made the arrangements. Dr. Lee will look at my arm and we shall also talk about the medical clearance I need to make Malaysia My Second Home application.
Then I will go for a mani and a pedi. The woman is amazing. Will try to find a photo of an earlier visit there and include it.
Also some funny photos from Beach Bar including an Elvis Presley poster from goodness knows when. Please remember I used to be the president of an Elvis Presley fan club. A funny story actually.
More later.
