Tuesday, 4 December 2018

The Final Homework



The Final Homework ©
By
Michael Casey

Well I said yesterday that I’d write about Homework today, so here we go, though I did see that I’ve covered the topic in some ways previously. So you can hunt it down on the site, I’m still trying to hunt this cold/flu down. I got up and felt fine now I feel rubbish again. I spotted Germany scooping a load of stuff this morning so Allo to them, I did try and learn German but found it too hard. I can do a bit of French and Spanish, so if we ever meet in the street we can try that. English is my mother tongue, though my family is Irish, and the wife is from Shanghai, so our 2 daughters are bilingual. Then there is Totoro the cat with the Japanese name who is tri-lingual, English, Chinese and the sound of opening plastic.

But shall I get to the topic in hand, Homework, though I have proved my point already if you are quick you will have spotted it too. Homework needs to be done, not put off forever, and ever and ever. You need to be disciplined, SLAP, did you feel that slap across your behind? Yes, you have to be disciplined and control yourself. I spent my working life doing shifts, which meant I had to get up on time and catch that early bus, or the late bus with the drunks going into town for the night shift. Then half dead in the morning after a 12 hour night shift, catching the bus home with the Saint Paul’s school girls, hello to Sister Agnes et al.

All of this is by way of explaining that I had to be disciplined, I also did the “rubbish” shifts because it made me more employable, so when 14 years or so of nights ended I then did the Noon till 8pm shift. Little wonder I ended up marrying late, though as my cousin’s wife once said, you love them more when you have them late, the children that is.

Which brings us to the matter in hand, Homework. Now my girls are of the age when it really matters. My big daughter is going A Levels in 6 months time, I’ve already paid for the UCCAS thing, and she has 3 offers already to do Bio-Chemistry. So the question is how do you study? Well at her level you have to be selfish, SORRY I’M STUDYING and slam down the phone when your best friend since Nursery rings. They might be super smart and hardly need to study, we had 4 Doctors I think in my generation. In her’s probably even more as she at a very good 6th Form place.

My daughter like me and her uncles like to study late, when it’s allegedly quieter, though MUSIC yes MUSIC is always in the background. I have some playing now as I talk to you all, for them it’s company and a wall to protect them in their study bubble, for me nowadays its to counteract the Tinnitus I’ve acquired this year. Tinnitus is not just for Christmas, it’s for life like a puppy.

You have to tidy your desk and have everything ready to study. My daughter’s desk is to the left of me, under her new desk is a large plastic container as big as a chest freezer, almost big enough to conceal a boyfriend in. Though in fact it has lever arch folders galore with Chemistry, Biology, Maths and Philosophy in, all the easy subjects.

While I’m here the Grade Boundary idea is a load of *&&**, you may get high 80s in marks, but still not an A, or whatever. Why because they divide the Results into batches, like herding sheep into pens. And then allot the grades, which affect people’s lives. So if there are lots of clever people, and Science people tends to have them most. Then they could all get what would be an A  but because of the sheep pen mentality, once the sheep are sorted from the goats you get a C, even though your actual mark is very high. I’m telling you this because you may not know. However I’m told that nowadays the Mark scored is also on the certificate, so 85%, a C will be on display so hopefully employers will understand.

Now where was I, yes SUITS, is very good we’re catching up with it on tv, but after 2 episodes you need to hit the books. Study then reward, study then reward. A bar of chocolate gently chilled is waiting for you, after hours of study as you have a cup of tea. I’ve just made a cup of tea by the way, I limit myself to 4 instant coffees, very weak by USA standards. Anyway you have to have a schedule or things won’t work out.

I can remember 40 years ago, yes that long ago a guy in flares talking about study methods. If you study for too long  you forget what you have learnt, you are not as receptive. So he said I think 90 min slots with 15 mins off was best. If you are forever doing late nighters you are in fact damaging you brain, an hour before midnight is better than2 afterwards as far as sleep goes etc.

Mix and Match the subjects you are studying, I suppose Philosophy is a nice break from Maths, Biology or Chemistry at A level. I’m pleased I have some inkling about Philosophy as for the others, it may as well be Chinese. I think because my daughter does know Chinese her brain is wired differently to English only people. Ditto if you are from an Asian family and speak various languages, you have an advantage, even though this week’s Guardian is telling us a lot about the ice age mentality of some people…

I always tell both my girls that Three Times Repeat method is always best, as is reciting aloud, though trendy people will not agree with me. The most important thing of all is that your kids know you love them, I know all about an A minus is an F, as the Chinese guy said in Glee, we don’t have that attitude in our family. However if you know you can get an A then aim for an A, watch less SUITS, and get that A. There is nothing worse than knowing you should have got an A, but you were on the phone “multitasking.” YOU CANNOT MULTITASK at A Level, you have to say, Shut Up and Go Away, to your best friend. Let the 1975s or whatever year it was be your company as you do all those Maths equations, I cannot even use a scientific calculator.

Yes RELAX, but you need to timetable your life, just as I did for 30 years and more. Once these 6 months are over you can plan all the drinking you will do in the student bar, and by the way get the Kiss Bug jab as Meningitis is know as in the trade. Then you can relax at UNI, as University is called, I also heard that A Level science is actually harder than degree level as far as the study load is concerned.

It’s 2pm now on the clock beside me, so I need to eat, or I’ll get very ratty. I may watch SUITS on tv as a reward for writing these 1300 or so words. The most important thing of all though is that your kids know they are loved. Exam results good or bad or indifferent, so long as they know they did their best then that’s ok by me and by them.

You can always go work in Woolworths was what my parents used to say. Love is unconditional, even if your kids drive you mad, just make sure you put chocolate in the fridge for the next six months, then everybody will be happy.

My own life did not have a straight path, it zig and zagged and looped, but I’m happy enough, despite all the chronic pain, because I am a Writer, despite what some of you may think. And guess what in 1989 my play comedy Shoplife was accepted for Production by a Theatre, and it was in part based on life in Woolworths! 








tomorrow Homework will be the topic

tomorrow Homework will be the topic

my girls are very busy with homework, so I'll talk about that

my cold still isn't gone

the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak

so write your own essay and compare it to what I do tomorrow

you get one hour starting from now, which is what i get for all of mine

generally




Sunday, 2 December 2018

The Dead and The Living



                The Dead and The Living (c)

                           by
          
                     Michael  Casey


     I first saw a deceased when I was nine years old, my father said not
 
     to worry as the dead are the same as the living, only the  laughter
 
     has left them, the sparkle has gone from their eyes, the worry has
 
     been lifted from their shoulders, and their voice has vanished  to
 
     eternity.

     In paradise the sparkle will return for it is the  twinkle  of  the
 
     stars, the laughter will return too for it is the morning breeze and
 
     the turning tides are their sides shaking with laughter.
    
     I treat the deceased with the same courtesy as I give to the living,
 
     though I find the deceased are always more polite. My father also
 
     had a few words to say about the living.

     He said that the living are only the caretakers of the soul ,  yet
 
     they think their existence is everything, that they know everything
 
     because they experience many things with their senses.

     What the living don't acknowledge is that their time is short  and
 
     when I lay their bodies to rest then their souls  continue  without
 
     them, without their strong, without their weak, without  their
 
     beautiful or even ugly temporary form, to where I cannot say, only
 
     that it is a better place.
 
     Percy the undertaker placed the lid on the coffin, the soul was free


                          THE  BEGINNING

what stats reveal

What Stats Reveal

Well what do stats reveal, I don't mean the Lies, Damn Lies and Statistics either. I mean every morning I check my stats to see what you are reading and where you are all over the world. I like to see are you reading me, as I spit into a hanky, this flu has really got me. Now I'm sat right next to a Christmas tree, it's 2nd dec 2018 now. So it's nice to see who are my fans, or from which destination junk email will come next. Dot.EDU is popular,  as are fake emails from big companies, which  I just delete.

The other thing my stats reveal is what you are all reading, the new just written and posted stuff or older stories. By the way I don't live in that big house that pops up on a google search. That house was the one I wanted to live in, but it is SOLD. And I do not own it because I have NOT won the lottery, and only a lottery win would allow me to live there. But it will no doubt always pop up, and somewhere in the world junk email people will see the image and send me targeted junk. That goes straight into my junk,

When I spot what you are reading I go back and read it myself to see what has connected with you. Sometime I cannot remember the story, I have written over 2000 pieces so I cannot remember everything. So it is a voyage of discovery to re-find a story. When I write I like the randomness of what I will write, it is fun for me, and it is fun when I put it down on the screen. Afterwards the stats reveal how much you all liked it. Though more often than not I'm surprised by your tastes, I may really enjoy one piece, but its something else you all prefer.

Then there is the USA, they harvest multiple stories at a time, so is it Barron Trump, or even his dad? I'll never know. Though as I've said before I do want a spot on the Radio, or a syndicated  column, but I'll settle for more tissues to spit into right now, don't get the flu. I did have a flu jab and a pneumonia jab, but I've been suffering for days now.

Memories come back as I reread what has come to the surface, oh they liked that one, or they didn't like today's story. Germany appears on the readers list too, so I'm wondering is it my old doctor, or Anthony Stein who I used to work with may years ago now. Hello to him and his hotel if it is him. Or maybe some random  German somewhere.

So on it goes, memories and hope and geography combined, you are all Michael Casey's readers, but as ever there is only one Michael Casey beware of all other imitations. There are 4 sites to read my rubbish on, which you should all know already, if you  read my Blogger Profile.

So as I go to have a really good cough and spit, please go and read more stuff. My wordpress has full translations to download too

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Though as ever I just wish you'd all buy the English on Amazon.

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Saturday, 1 December 2018

Christmas 2018



Christmas 2018 ©
By
Michael Casey

Normally I write a missive to my relatives in Ireland at Christmas, it’s like a school report, in a page I try and say it all. This year has been a busy one, we found our new house on Saint Patrick’s Day, 17th March, and then you wait for the previous family to move out. Which was 4, four months, we had to wait for the end of the school year in the end. This was the obvious exchange date really as the old owner had young kids and they were moving far away.

So hopes of sliding into the new house during a half term were dashed, we’d have to wait till the Summer. Then once you have the keys, and we ended up with 7 sets, you have to have to change all the locks anyway. Though we waited till the builders were done before we did that, so 7 sets were useful. You have the joys of finding good tradesmen, luckily my wife had a list and then there was a bit of trial and error.

It took 3 months before we could move in. There are things that you want to do, things you need to do, and things you must do. Such as a new floor, which really busts the budget. A boiler in a bedroom is never a good idea, so you need to move it, or rather scrap, it and get a new one. This again busts the budget, but at least the bedroom is bigger and safer.Then there are electrics, when was it actually rewired? Look at the sockets, the size and shape and colour discoloration tells their age, and again whether or not you should, or could or must replace the electrics.

And on it goes, for a bloke a kitchen is just where you make yourself a coffee. For your wife, its a puzzle of 1,000,000 sides, Rubic’s cube gone mad. The looks and styles and colour combinations of all you could possibly have. To you the kitchen is nice and much better than the one in the old house. But to your wife its like taking LSD, Look Shape Design, the housewife’s LSD. Everything MUST CAN and WILL conform to her will. Resistance is Futile, you will be absorbed. LSD rules, Look Shape Design.

So the kitchen is changed and 50Shades of Grey, no not something kinky in private, but 50 Shades of Grey for Kitchen Colours comes out of the closet. Why oh why couldn’t you just be tied up and left in a corner to fester. Instead of being interrogated about shades of grey, not even 50 more like a million, it was like Chinese water torture by your Shanghai wife. But she want’s perfection, so she must have it. I always give perfection,but never in grey, 50 shades of grey, kitchen cabinet grey.

In the end the 1st choice, or was it the 2nd was the final choice, the 50 shades of grey were just some trick of the light, I had had the full spectrum of pain. All the colours of the rainbow in fact, picking or rather being picked on, to chose a colour,so long as it was grey, 50 shades of grey.It left me black and blue, and not having a clue.
But the kitchen would be fantastic when it arrived on the back of a lorry and was put together by her personal crew of builders.

And on it goes, meanwhile our Polish worker paints everything white, but grey has to be somewhere as an accent colour. We have plenty of accents with all the workmen, at least English was the common language. One tip, put some of your work on Gumtree and you can get lucky, but recommendation is better still. One Iranian carpenter was very good, otherwise your main builder knows his onions and he can recommend this and that.

And on it goes, as the pain of the budget overspill goes on, and I could go on but my own pained left shoulder is making me nearly cry, but at least as my small daughter makes brownies in the kitchen with her friend I can say the end does come. The brownies are at least now ready, and they are not grey, any colour but grey. The painting is over and all the changes, the good, the bad and the unexpected are over. Your guitar is not gently weeping, because the little Polish lad down the lane has it, you are no weeping willow, a reed that has bent with the wind or is that the Polish boy playing clarinet, as grey has sprayed everywhere. You know as any designer knows, grey is the new black.

So finally you move in, just in time for your daughter’s Birthday, only all the money has been spent so no money for a present, as you sit around on cardboard boxes. There is a sale in the furniture shop next month, and it’s easy terms, so long as you buy shop soiled stock in GREY.




  

Christmas has landed 1st Dec 2018

Christmas has landed 1st Dec 2018
our 1st Xmas in the new house

this is me at home, my 3 girls have just put the Xmas tree up next to my desk

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December is upon us

December is upon us
which sounds like an idea for a Christmas story
or even a poem
so I may  just do that in the morning
my daughter set up her old dolls house in the living room next to the tv
I think a poem it will be
so let me sleep and try and evict the snot from my chest and head
and in the morning maybe something will drip off my pen
though I only type these past 40 years
no writers notes or rewrites
straight from head to screen in  one take
like a sneeze into a tissue
so I'll stop now before my head explodes.
Just a thought  for everybody in Argentina
Why not drop bombs of love the  Christmas Season
Drop sacks of rice and medicine
Instead of bombs.
Reading when Santa Lost his Ho Ho Ho, again made me think of that idea.
Rice and medicine is far cheaper than bombs
But maybe Kennedy and Berlin Airlift is a memory
Hope has died under the weight of profit
Really we should all be listening to the Prophets
Good Night Everybody



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