Peter Rose
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Collections of "my" vocal essays with additions, are available as printed books ASIN 197680615 and 1980878536 also some fictional works and some e books available at Amazon;-
amazon.com/author/healthandfunpeterrose
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Uncertainty
Uncertainty Is a dull life good for you? An ancient Chinese sage is reported to have stated that the only constant in the universe is change. That is interpreted as meaning the natural flows of seasons and evolution have to be accepted, followed and supported. There is also the fact that all change comes at a “cost”. The expenditure of effort of some sort must be made in order for change to happen. This cost may not be met by those benefiting from the change.
By Peter Roseabout 2 hours ago in Longevity
A normal day in small town England
A normal day in small town England Nothing worth mentioning. It was a dark and stormy night, well actually, a chilly wet November day but the concept is the same. I parked the car in the high street, main street for any Americans who read this, and wandered over to the door of a well decorated coffee shop. The door opened as I got near and two very well-dressed middle-aged ladies emerged. They ignored me and hurriedly crossed the road to a waiting car. I entered and found a vacant table, ordered a double shot of unsweetened plain Expresso, which turned up surprisingly fast. I sat back in the chrome and black vinyl chair and took a look round at my fellow customers. All appeared to be well off financially, well dressed, well fed and professionally groomed, it wasn’t much of a guess that ladies hair salons did well in this town. No leather jacketed unshaven bikers or guys in working clothes were in this café. Even the obviously younger members of the clientele were well behaved and were smartly dressed, as if in a 1950’s TV commercial. There was no background music, conversations were subdued and what laughter I heard was polite rather than raucous. I finished my coffee paid the waitress and left. I crossed the road and walked into a clothing store, the serving staff greeted me and politely asked if I wanted anything specific, when I said I was just browsing they retreated behind their serving desks and left me to my stroll around the shop. I saw nothing that appealed and so found my way out and wandered the street window shopping, until I saw a jewellers with an eye-catching window display of dazzling diamonds. My opening the door operated a musical alert to the staff, but they did not appear to notice. I looked at a display of necklaces some very expensive and all very well designed. Even to my untutored eye they looked elegant and well made. Even the lowest ticket price was too high for my bank balance, but they were nice enough to look at. I wandered further down the street and found a book shop. Again, the staff were all politeness and careful deference, I found the historical fiction section and spent a very pleasant half hour sample reading some of the newest offerings. The staff were very attentive providing an apparently endless supply of coffee and friendly advice on the latest popular authors. On leaving the book shop I crossed the street to the municipal museum and art gallery. There was no charge for entry, and the place was warm and comfortable, a small group of children, escorted by their teacher, were studying a display of water colours all painted by the same local artist. The artist’s name was unknown to me, but they were technically well done but lacking that hard to define “something” that separates a technician with a pencil and brush, from a truly compelling artist. The children were all so very well behaved, studiously taking notes as the teacher spoke. Not one gave me more than a glance, their attention focused on the teacher and the paintings. I wandered up the wide staircase and entered the rooms housing the towns official archives. There were 3 rooms all spotlessly clean, interconnected and painted in soothing pastel colours. They depicted the towns growth from a tiny hamlet, created by housing for farm workers, to the busy market town and then onto the present residential dormitory town where most people worked in the city 20 miles away. All through my study of the town’s history, the unobtrusive security staff kept a discreet watch to ensure nothing was removed from the displays. Since I was naked, I had to wonder where they thought I could hide any document if I stole one.
By Peter Rose9 days ago in Fiction
Logic and reason are not always explanation enough.
Logic and reason are not always explanation enough. Understanding is elusive He sat looking at the half empty glass but not seeing it, he was cold but not feeling it, he was in pain but not hurting from it. His mind was numb, his memory a jumble of conflicting events, as if from a nightmare but were in fact real. The phone rang for a long time before it gained his attention and then he tried to turn it off, an automatic reaction against coming back to reality. His mind preferred the numbness to anything else that was available. In this distracted state he accidentally accepted the call and put it onto speaker, the voice from the speaker jolted him into giving it his full attention. This was a call from the dead. The voice was full of concern, “where are you John, why haven’t you called, what is going on?” Even to his own ears his tone sounded subdued, defeated, “I am in the cabin, in the woods but I am OK will call you later” and he turned the phone off both ending this call and not accepting any other.
By Peter Rose2 months ago in Fiction
Rule by the ultra-woke elite. Fact or fiction?
Rule by the ultra-woke elite. Fact or fiction? Manipulation of governance. There are people so arrogant and self-centred that they automatically dismiss anything “popular” as wrong, distasteful, beneath their consideration. A few hundred years ago this used to be the attitude among the aristocratic hereditary rulers in Europe but now it is worldwide and those holding these opinions are in controlling positions of government bureaucracies, the legal professions, the media, and education.
By Peter Rose4 months ago in The Swamp
The unexpected.
The unexpected. Ending of a peaceful evening It had been a pleasantly spent evening, alone at last, no demands for attention, no call to be a servant dispensing an endless supply of cocktails. The two dogs lay in front of the fire, peacefulness dominated every aspect of my spirit and body, even my usually overactive mind was still. The dogs were, as usual, the first indication of disturbance to our tranquillity, they both pricked up ears and eased themselves onto all 4 paws. Neither barked but both were looking towards the door to our garden. I thought it may be an over inquisitive fox getting too close to the glass, but then the silence seemed to thicken. There was no noise, in fact it was a sort of super silence, as if any noise would be swallowed up and killed. A strange atmosphere invaded our evening, and my world was never to be the same ever again.
By Peter Rose5 months ago in Fiction
How can anyone govern when opinion is so diverse
How can anyone govern when opinion is so diverse Are humans suitable for government. Population levels in nearly every nation are at their highest ever level. The colossal numbers involved and the diversity of opinion because we now have universal education and media saturation, has made the doctrine that numbers of apparent supporters is a valid reason for control, into a distortion of democracy.
By Peter Rose9 months ago in The Swamp
Decisions- consequences and responsibility .
Decisions- consequences and responsibility . I am 83 years old, in that time I have cause pain and distress to others, but it has never been deliberate. By carelessness, by lack of awareness, by selfishness and by ignorance I have caused mental and emotional pain to others, and I regret that but consider quite often I have not been in control of events- maybe I should have been and so add, by weakness, to my list. I do regret causing emotional stress and worry to others. I realised (way too late) that I have often acted in a way that seemed the best available option at the time, but I had not fully appreciated (or bothered to find??) what effect my actions and decisions had on others not directly involved.
By Peter Rose9 months ago in Longevity
Thoughts on racism and world problems 2025
Thoughts on racism and world problems 2025 A personal appraisal of social problems worldwide I am by birth and ancestry, a white British male. I do not consider any person inferior to myself because of skin colour, racial origins, intellectual ability, gender, physical ability or age. I am happy with a doctor of Asian English background I vote for a lady of Asian English heritage. I shop at places owned by devote Muslims, I only care about the personality and integrity of the person I interrelate to.
By Peter Roseabout a year ago in The Swamp
Individuality is not just about appearance.
Individuality is not just about appearance. Humans vary both visually, medically and mentally Despite the wishes of pharmaceutical companies and despite what they appear to teach in medical school, each human being is unique. In appearance, most people are roughly the same to look at, but almost all are different enough to be distinguishable. The huge range of mental and psychological possibilities mean that labelling an individual as belonging to such and such a group can be very misleading.
By Peter Roseabout a year ago in Longevity
