Little Things that Bring a Smile to Your Face 5: Rainbow Edition

[fishbowlhead]

Yep. I've also come to the conclusion Elon Musk is a twat. "Boo hoo, I work too hard". **** off you mental prick.

A twat who’s more or less the only one trying to change anything for the better.

However, anyone that burnt out shouldn’t be anywhere near social media.

[endo]

A twat who’s more or less the only one trying to change anything for the better.

Yeah, literally no one else is trying to do good things in the world.

[fishbowlhead]

Yeah, literally no one else is trying to do good things in the world.

In big businesses? Give me a break. Everyone is perfectly happy to trash the planet and plead ignorance when it’s all too late. At least he’s tried to buck the trend and at least TRY something.

[Zen Monkey]

Goin' out a-wandering and returning with a basket full of goodies: crab apples, horse mushrooms, field mushrooms, blackberries, chestnuts and plums. All good stuff. For that reason I think autumn might be my favourite season.

But then Winter's pretty good too with it's dark, star-swept skies, and weather that brings out the woolen coat, scarf, hats n gloves (I love old fashioned winter clothes) and feelin' all warm n snug inside while wind n rain lashes against the windows. And spring's lovely too when everything's springing back into life, rejuvinated, energised. And summer's lovely cos of the sun and heat and everything's singing and in bloom and emerald green. I can't choose. Reminds me of Wu-men's zen poem:

“Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
If no idle thoughts cloud your mind,
for you it is a good season.”

How very true.

[Dogg Thang]

Goin' out a-wandering and returning with a basket full of goodies: crab apples, horse mushrooms, field mushrooms, blackberries, chestnuts and plums. All good stuff.

Goin' out a-wandering and returning with a basket full of goodies: crabs, apples, horses, mushrooms, fields, mushrooms, blackberries, chests, nuts, marshmallows, plutonium, unobtanium, a rash of some sort and plums. All good stuff.

[fishbowlhead]

Goin' out a-wandering and returning with a basket full of goodies: crab apples, horse mushrooms, field mushrooms, blackberries, chestnuts and plums. All good stuff.

You know Morrison’s don’t accept poems as payment right???

[vanpeebles]

In big businesses? Give me a break. Everyone is perfectly happy to trash the planet and plead ignorance when it’s all too late. At least he’s tried to buck the trend and at least TRY something.

Tryng not to trash the planet by using cars built by robots, or men when the robots don’t work, full of loads of plastic and batteries full of chemicals and rare earths.

And we all know the kind of mushrooms that Z-Monkey goes forraging for!

[Zen Monkey]

Them ones usually make an appearance around mid October. For now it's field, horse, hedgehog n boletes. All delicious fried in butter.

[Anpanman]

Them ones usually make an appearance around mid October. For now it's field, horse, hedgehog n boletes. All delicious fried in butter.

Until I asked my mate Mr Google I thought you were eating real hedgehog's.

[Zen Monkey]

Gypsies eat 'em apparently, hedgehogs I mean.

[Zen Monkey]

There was a funny incident at work today. To set the scene: I work for a charity that supports people with mental disabilities or 'learning difficulties' as it is now officially called (the wording changes every few years). The charity provides them purpose via a paid job - so rather than hiding in their homes all day shut off from society, they're out and about interacting with the world. The charity runs several sites and enterprises including a sustainable food project where I work which includes organic gardens, some livestock and a public cafe. The cafe, which uses some of the food we grow, is very busy. Sometimes coaches full of people show up, and sometimes after eating their meals they like to tour the gardens and grounds.

Today about 35 children, maybe 8 or 9 years in age, and half a dozen supervising adults came to visit the gardens. It was at this precise moment that one of the clients called Sion began frantically chasing one of our chickens shouting "Bok bok bok!" in a very loud and very menacing way - which in turn upset Dafydd (another client) and triggered him into a full blown freak out, cussing and screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs while running around waving his arms; When he gets like that the only thing that sometimes calms him down is Beatles songs (he loves Yellow Submarine and Hey Jude) so I start singing "We all live in the yellow submarine, a yellow submarine" very loudly to ensure he hears me. Meanwhile Mel (another client) who is a really big, strong, strange looking fella was returning with an axe I'd asked him to fetch from the tool shed, stands there, slack jawed, staring at the visitors with a creepily blank expression, a great big two handed axe hanging from his hands. The looks on the visitors faces. Their sense of creeping fear. Man, it was tangible. The entire scenario must have looked like a scene from One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. I had to turn away to hide my smile and keep from laughing. Suffice to say the children were quickly gathered together and escorted away in haste.

Then everyone went back to normal as if it never happened.

[Zaki]

There was a funny incident at work today. To set the scene: I work for a charity that supports people with mental disabilities or 'learning difficulties' as it is now officially called (the wording changes every few years). The charity provides them purpose via a paid job - so rather than hiding in their homes all day shut off from society, they're out and about interacting with the world. The charity runs several sites and enterprises including a sustainable food project where I work which includes organic gardens, some livestock and a public cafe. The cafe, which uses some of the food we grow, is very busy. Sometimes coaches full of people show up, and sometimes after eating their meals they like to tour the gardens and grounds.

Today about 35 children, maybe 8 or 9 years in age, and half a dozen supervising adults came to visit the gardens. It was at this precise moment that one of the clients called Sion began frantically chasing one of our chickens shouting "Bok bok bok!" in a very loud and very menacing way - which in turn upset Dafydd (another client) and triggered him into a full blown freak out, cussing and screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs while running around waving his arms; When he gets like that the only thing that sometimes calms him down is Beatles songs (he loves Yellow Submarine and Hey Jude) so I start singing "We all live in the yellow submarine, a yellow submarine" very loudly to ensure he hears me. Meanwhile Mel (another client) who is a really big, strong, strange looking fella was returning with an axe I'd asked him to fetch from the tool shed, stands there, slack jawed, staring at the visitors with a creepily blank expression, a great big two handed axe hanging from his hands. The looks on the visitors faces. Their sense of creeping fear. Man, it was tangible. The entire scenario must have looked like a scene from One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. I had to turn away to hide my smile and keep from laughing. Suffice to say the children were quickly gathered together and escorted away in haste.

Then everyone went back to normal as if it never happened.

I have so many mixed feelings about this post!

[Zen Monkey]

It was funny! The speed at which is erupted. The chaos that ensued. And then the speed it evaporated. It was mental. But I guess that's what comes from working with mental people. And I say that lovingly. They are mental, no point pretending otherwise or wording it differently, but they're also lovely. Better than 'normal' people in many ways!

[vanpeebles]

I bet Murdock escapes everytime on Monkeys watch!

[Blobcat]

Reminds me of a time I was working at the dementia nursing home there was this tall mountain of a guy who when his temper exploded, people and furniture flew. Lets call him Dave.

Now I loved this guy and because I was pretty good with him, he was pretty good with me. One day he was walking around the building and starts talking nonsense at me, speaking quieter and quieter. I made a convosation out of what he was saying, speaking in the same way. At one point he was whispering he stopped and whispered "why are we whispering? I dont know!" then laughed so loud it boomed down the corridor.

Same guy had a fussy/ overly affectionate lady try and hold his hand one time, cauising him to swing his arms up and try to knock her flat. I got in the way and managed to swerve things so I got knocked a bit but caused the lady just to 'fall' back into her chair. He started screaming out at me/ at everyone. I waited for a few seconds for him to get his breath back, picked up a plate of sandwiches. "Hey Dave, fancy a sandwich?" "Oh yes! Thanks very much!", he replied nicely and helped himself to a sandwich and trotted off.

Loved that guy but he was about 6 foot 4 and hella strong. I was one of the only carers who could work with him and I miss him.