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Anyone looking for a job? We have one going
in one of the near villages. It is a cushy number and the lady that has been
doing it for some time has decided to leave. Apparently she is leaving out of
health reasons. The house was damp and she was bothered by a continuous row of
visitors. The job? You would become the local hermit, living in a nice little
cottage, but perhaps not so alone. I wrote a similar blog some years ago when a
hermit left. They come and go. One had a shady reputation; there was talk of a
criminal past. Perhaps he had helped himself to the cash box in the church.
These hermits just do not seem to have as much understanding and patience as they should. Of course they are not as alone as they want to be. What do you do when you know you have a hermit nearby? You take a look, and if it is in such a nice place, enclosed in a ravine between high cliffs where a stream runs through it, all the more for a pleasant Sunday afternoon walk. Unfortunately the lady that had the job (yes it was a female hermit) thought she would be living a quiet life. She did not expect people passing by on the path with their uncontrolled children shouting and doing things that kids do She was particularly allergic to dog owners that were taking their four-legged friend for a walk and sometimes without the lead. The hound leapt into the secluse and probably found the garden an ideal place to bury something. The hermit lady was not happy.
There was also the problem with the constant weddings in the local churches belonging to the valley of the hermit: too much noise and excitement. It seems she looked after the churches very well and they were always in a good condition. She just preferred them empty.
Mr. Swiss told me this morning there was an article in the paper about it all. I found she would be better off in a convent, where she could have all the peace she wanted. Apparently she was already spending a day a week in a convent, but decided this was not the solution, so the hermit is leaving and there will soon be an advertisement in the newspaper “Hermit wanted” – any offers.
Before I forget, here is a link to the last hermit blog I wrote. That was when the last hermit left. Hermit Wanted
They even renovated the house after he left. So, if you are a catholic and do not mind having no television, radio or computer, this is the job for you – just saying.
And me – what did I leave. I left London, England a long way ago. I changed jobs a couple of times, but at the last job they invited me to leave, although we all parted on good conditions and I became a retired golden oldie. My next big move will probably be up the hill where I will join previous members of the village, but not yet.
I left my Tai Chi course a few months ago. They changed the time and it was half an hour earlier. Half an hour is a lot of time when the years pass by and it meant that I had half an hour less golden oldie sleep after lunch. I really tried, and stayed, but eventually I decided to leave. The thirty minutes less “me time” was too much stress. I have a motto after being retired. I had worked all my life, and decided that I would now do what I want to do and not what the others wanted. After a month I was called and they said the time would now revert to the old system and whether I was interested to join again. I though it over for a few seconds and decided to take the plunge, so I am now Tai Chiing it with the golden oldie club again.
Mr. Swiss has now left me, but stay cool he will return in half an hour approximately. He is taking a walk along the river and up to the castle. He might even include a visit to the eternal resting grounds. It is a quiet place and ensures a relaxing walk.
I will now leave you until tomorrow when another fantastic, exciting, sensational blog episode appears here: Entrance free and stay as long as you like.
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These hermits just do not seem to have as much understanding and patience as they should. Of course they are not as alone as they want to be. What do you do when you know you have a hermit nearby? You take a look, and if it is in such a nice place, enclosed in a ravine between high cliffs where a stream runs through it, all the more for a pleasant Sunday afternoon walk. Unfortunately the lady that had the job (yes it was a female hermit) thought she would be living a quiet life. She did not expect people passing by on the path with their uncontrolled children shouting and doing things that kids do She was particularly allergic to dog owners that were taking their four-legged friend for a walk and sometimes without the lead. The hound leapt into the secluse and probably found the garden an ideal place to bury something. The hermit lady was not happy.
There was also the problem with the constant weddings in the local churches belonging to the valley of the hermit: too much noise and excitement. It seems she looked after the churches very well and they were always in a good condition. She just preferred them empty.
Mr. Swiss told me this morning there was an article in the paper about it all. I found she would be better off in a convent, where she could have all the peace she wanted. Apparently she was already spending a day a week in a convent, but decided this was not the solution, so the hermit is leaving and there will soon be an advertisement in the newspaper “Hermit wanted” – any offers.
Before I forget, here is a link to the last hermit blog I wrote. That was when the last hermit left. Hermit Wanted
They even renovated the house after he left. So, if you are a catholic and do not mind having no television, radio or computer, this is the job for you – just saying.
And me – what did I leave. I left London, England a long way ago. I changed jobs a couple of times, but at the last job they invited me to leave, although we all parted on good conditions and I became a retired golden oldie. My next big move will probably be up the hill where I will join previous members of the village, but not yet.
I left my Tai Chi course a few months ago. They changed the time and it was half an hour earlier. Half an hour is a lot of time when the years pass by and it meant that I had half an hour less golden oldie sleep after lunch. I really tried, and stayed, but eventually I decided to leave. The thirty minutes less “me time” was too much stress. I have a motto after being retired. I had worked all my life, and decided that I would now do what I want to do and not what the others wanted. After a month I was called and they said the time would now revert to the old system and whether I was interested to join again. I though it over for a few seconds and decided to take the plunge, so I am now Tai Chiing it with the golden oldie club again.
Mr. Swiss has now left me, but stay cool he will return in half an hour approximately. He is taking a walk along the river and up to the castle. He might even include a visit to the eternal resting grounds. It is a quiet place and ensures a relaxing walk.
I will now leave you until tomorrow when another fantastic, exciting, sensational blog episode appears here: Entrance free and stay as long as you like.
I left Birmingham to live in this lovely rural area back on the late 1990's. I left the UK to live in Sweden for a year in 2004, but then left Sweden to come back to this area. Apart from leaving for vacations in the US, I don't envision any other 'leavings' in the near future.
ReplyDeleteI would only make a good hermit if I was like the lady who is leaving. I have even thought of living in cave in the woppwopps somewhere but like my creature comforts too much, just like an adult kitty! That Minx of mine is not an adult yet and gives me the run around if she manages to stay outside later than usual at the end of the day. I do believe she thinks she is Cinderella, she even manages to look and act soooo innocent too.
ReplyDeleteAs for finding the place of my dreams. *sigh,* still lookin!