I have not written in nearly a week, maybe more and decided to write about Dog knows what.
We have nice warm late summer weather here today, some may well argue it is nice warm early Autumn weather everybody is entitled to their opinion. Some people may even think Garlic Wine is nice, I was discussing this idea with J today about brewing some of it and passing it off on unsuspecting friends and relatives. She is more interested in the Ginger Beer I have brewing in the kitchen, this is the first experimental batch just the one bottle to start. Further brewing shall determine what goes best in the mix and I don’t think Garlic is going to be involved (yet) Marrow Rum is also looking good as does candle making though we wont be consuming them.
Ninja the Tom cat is doing what he does best, sprawled in the late afternoon sun and being lazy. I really must clear the terrace and put stuff away in the shed or Greenhouse, some people may call it harmonising the energies, I prefer tidying up. There is also a door that needs mending gluing, clamping, screwing and painting but not necessarily in that order. I must buy some hinges as well. garden waste needs to be gathered up and disposed of, though not via way of the bonfire even though the wheelbarrow seems to be pretty good at this double use, much better than that cheap incinerator, that buckled and melted on it’s first outing, A bit like the lawn mower that conked out and just made angry large insect like noises instead of any affirmative grass cutting activity. Now I want to buy a petrol mower and be done with cables,wires and things, the same goes for the hedge cutter, go get a petrol powered thing instead. I have a rotten relationship with electricity and the old mower ‘bit’ me the last time I tried to use it, hence getting the use twice and it packs up angry insect noise machine.
I shall be on the lookout for some home brewing equipment over the next few days and weeks and re-start what I used to do years ago, this time just not using tap water and getting the bottled spring water instead. yes there is a lot of difference in mineral content etc. Tap water just kills any home brew, not in terms of fermentation but in taste, I wanna go collect all them apples out the trees and off the ground and turn them into cyder, now that will be fun.
I learnt a terrible lesson last night, never buy bottom shelf whiskey no matter how much you need a drink. Even though it did the job it has left a ghastly hollow place in my stomach this morning. Product of the USA, blended and Bottled in The Netherlands. If I had seen the last bit I would not have touched it. The best thing for this stuff is to rub it on aching joints or wiping clean woodwork. Drink tea instead. Dutch whiskey, yuck! never again. Best cure for the morning after? loud music, food and coffee. Writing about it is optional and lets the world know you are as flawed as the rest.
I grew up on a diet of Beatrix Potter stories and always found the imagery of Tom Kitten with his head and tail sticking out of a pudding one of the most fascinating things going. My young mind probably never considered the fact, the rats were more than likely going to do some cooking in the very near future. I guess this tale could be turned on its head from being a tale about The perils of childhood misbehaviour and re-issued as a warning against eating strange and unwholesome foods, though wasn’t that more to do with Bats? Eating rats is pretty gross too, being a vegetarian, I would never eat one and I tend to wash vegetables before proceeding to cook or eat them. You never know what might have crawled over them or even worse pissed.
Other news, I could write a ton of invective about a certain online travel company, but I am not. Just be careful about whom you book your holidays with. Have you noticed something about politicians? When their lips move, they start lying I think it must be a reflex action they cannot help. Have you also noticed that the news is guaranteed to be about death, doom and disaster, every bloody time. War, famine, Death, Covid…
Is it any wonder watching that shit gives people a head ache and makes them sick. If you want to know what is going on in the world, look outside your day and listen to the birds singing, watch the Squirrel as he collects his winter store, Speak to your cat (Or Dog) they will tell you the truth (That of unremitting love) no matter what goes down. If you happen to buy newspapers, use them for keeping the floor clean when decorating, or help in starting bonfires for Autumn leaves and other garden debris. If that is not your thing, you could pretend to be an artist, cut bits of them out and make a collage of some sort. Otherwise save your money and pinch your neighbours one after they have thrown it in the recycling bin.
I was going to write about a bunch of technically homeless old men who are looking for a new place to live. I thought against that and thought about painting and why I do that and promptly thought of something else instead, it would appear I do a lot of thinking. Sometimes too much. So instead I shall write a little about myself just a little mind cause otherwise it will get tiresome and we can’t be having that.
At Sixteen I got sent to a school located near the City of Bath in Somerset, attached to the school was/is a monastery inhabited by a bunch of monks who taught in the school. Some of these Monks were also Priests the monastery and school were intrinsically linked to each other, and some of the monks could not keep their hands to themselves… The rest as they say is history and more recently karma.
It would now be the right time to say why I paint, well right now it’s because the rough bare door frames look horrible and need improvement, the other reason is I do not have much else to be doing and I want it done and out of the way. Sometimes I would like to write about why I really paint . The door frame, in the meantime shall be taking precedence.
So I discovered late last night, to no great surprise that a bunch of old men are seeking answers to life questions by reciting the Pater Noster (Lords Prayer) and a few Ave Maria’s. Sadly the results were predictable, their invisible friend worked in mysterious ways and they had to resort to uttering the ‘Glory be’ as well. Chuck in a few meetings (Between humans) weighing up the facts and they got their answers. Building old and cold, population old or getting there, location no longer suitable: we ought to move elsewhere. As a non religious person it is very easy to work this out for oneself, how ever some people will argue till they are blue in the face that the Holy Ghost thing helped them in their decision making. Sure it did. Just as the meeting involved dialogue between people and got stuff done.
I woke early this morning, whats more important I got up as well, it feels a whole load better than lingering in bed half the morning and doing nothing. If the weather behaves I shall vacuum the car, otherwise I shall do the decorating, probably both. I may even write the more or do some marketing work after all I do have a stomach to feed and bills to pay. You cannot run a business on Hail Mary’s, instead you ought apply discipline, hard work and a willing positive attitude to your labours. Eat properly, sleep properly and be prepared to put the hours in. Treat your business like a garden only water that which you wish to see grow and you will soon see the results of your labours.
The sun is shining, the cats are fed and it is time to start doing stuff. I shall be back in later to have some breakfast and start on the next thing. I guess it will be some decorating work, not very exciting I know, however the house will look nicer for it and I can get rid of this tin of paint, put the equipment away and get a portion of counter top back. This is the ultimate goal for today, to liberate the counter top from the paint tray and brushes.
Finding myself these last few days at a loss of sorts and aimlessly dabbing at canvas with a paint brush and not getting any satisfaction or sense of purpose in the action. Don’t get me wrong I have not gone off painting, but I do know when I have been leaving one thing out to concentrate on another, in doing so upsetting the balance of things. So what has been happening? A bunch of dodgy monks are leaving a draughty cold old monastery and an adjacent school. They disgraced themselves a few years ago, is it necessary to explain how? Kind of sad in a way, seeing as I went to the place, the school that is, not the monastery. However their pigeons have come home to roost and long may they continue to do so.
I have to remind myself that writing is part of creativity, cause I often forget, still the painting side of things is coming along just fine, so is my studying. However things like the garden, the house maintenance and other stuff has all been neglected, in fact I am getting up late and not doing that much during when I am. Why? i do not know or have an idea as to why, maybe it’s the weather, procrastination can be a terrible thing. So let us move forwards and get stuff done, do the paint work, tidy up the garden and clean the car out. Being profitable and useful no matter the weather,sitting around, doing nothing and feeling the worse for it, does no good whatsoever.
Maybe I ought write everyday, each morning whilst letting the Coffee do its work. It certainly worked before which means it will probably work again, it felt good too So I shall do it again. Other news? Well you can start with the BBC and move on from on there.
So before I go and do something more mundane like changing the bed clothes and shooing the cats outside, I am going to write. Then I ought to get on and do some more school work, however the weather looks nice today and to waste it would be a pity so I shall put the washing out to dry in it and do some stuff out there as well. being outdoors is good for the spirit and working with nature has been proven to be beneficial also.
Aside from the weather, J and I have been spending lots of time chatting via video link We are still apart from each other due to this stupid Corona bug but what can you do. It will probably go away as quickly as it came and in a few years be replaced with something equally tiresome, brought about by eating Rats, Bats, snakes or Pangolins… It boggles my mind as to the rubbish people will put down their throats and call food but that is just me and as tasty as Chicken can be, they look much nicer feathered and strutting around the yard, scratching in the dirt. In truth of course there a thousand different theories as to how the Covid started, most of them are utter cobblers and the one about 5G being the cause, beggars belief entirely. The best one is probably unhygienic practices at some food market or other. Hopefully people learn the lessons from this pandemic and the planet and its inhabitants can move forward accordingly.
Otherwise the art is coming along fine, though I have yet to do anything on the above subject or am I likely too. There are better things to focus my attention upon.
I really do not know what I am doing at the moment, or rather I do and it does not involve reference photographs. It is a fair little while since the last time this happened and as I may have mentioned elsewhere true creativity comes from within, making the cerebral juices flow and exercising the brain, the little bit it requires to make the imagination flow. I wonder if this new method of working will help with university work. No doubt that question will be answered in good time.
Other news, apart from starting a painting of The Madonna and Child and doing bits to some other bits of work, not much has happened. yesterday I wanted to write but painting took over and going with the flow = simplicity. Painting took over and now I have a lot of wet canvas sitting around the place, which ultimately means that something new must be started. Happily I am not starved of raw materials at this time, having recycled a load of old work a few weeks ago, which I did not like or was simply cr&p. I have a box load more sitting behind me that needs re-purposing sometime, into what I have no idea, that is the beauty of being an artist.
J is wending her way home right now,having been away for a little while having some R&R. I will be spending quite a while chatting with her over the next few days as we have been missing each other something chronic and there is only so much a phone call and often a not very private one at that can achieve. I have forgotten how much she can talk and it is so nice to have unbridled conversation with her, which is largely what we are doing right now.
So as Summer draws to a close, what is it we ought be doing to help ourselves at this time? Firstly stop bothering your head with what the media has to tell you, in fact and if you possibly can ditch news media altogether, especially newspapers. Do this and you will soon be delighted with the money you start saving by not indulging Rupert Murdoch and his kind and you will soon find your household has far less rubbish in it. Which is better for you, your mental health and the planet too. That’s a winner whichever way you look at it. You can also help yourself by turning the TV off or at least not watching so much of it, do you really need to watch endless repeats of property programmes and stuff about war? No I did not think so, this stuff is not good for your brain or for much at all when you consider things. Don’t drink too much alcohol, if you can, ditch the stuff entirely and see the difference this makes to you, your relationships and bank balance. The stuff is sold to make people stupid, the glamourous image is just a marketing mans trick to make you think otherwise.
Take up some new positive and affirming activity like gardening, if you don’t have a garden then get some house plants or find an allotment, you will soon benefit from all the joys that working with plants and the land can bring you, not too mention the physical exercise it provides. If gardening is not really your thing, then take up something else, let it be relaxing and at the same time interesting, it should stimulate your brain and provide plenty of scope for learning more, treat the brain as a group of muscles that if exercised on a regular basis, reward you with clearer thinking and expanded awareness. If you can get out every so often and enjoy nature, go for walks and get fresh air in your lungs they too will reward you with greater longevity and more energy. Soon you maybe thinking why wasn’t I doing this previously? if you smoke, cut back or ditch the habit altogether. Smoking is best left to Dragons (mythological + fantastical ones)
In writing these words I do not want to sound like some kind of New Age purist that would be a little hypocritical, however I can testify to the benefits of abstaining from Alcohol. I quit smoking several years ago and you can still laugh and dance and make jokes whilst drinking Tea, be it herbal or the normal stuff whats more you can remember what you did the next day. Most importantly don’t worry about what is out of your control, how is bothering your head ceaselessly going to help? the most it will do is give you wrinkles, raise your blood pressure and upset your bowels. Do you want any of that? Neither did I , so I stopped worrying, did what I had to do and let the rest flow naturally.
I got home from London at about 12:25 today bang on time and just as the SatNav predicted. It would have been a little earlier if I had not stopped off for some Banana’s at the store. Yesterday’s party was laid back and thoroughly enjoyable, the food was delicious, I ate plentifully and had a drink or three as well.
As I came around the corner from home, there was a Tiding of four Magpies on the verge, actually one had just flown off so I guess that ought to be three Magpies, but still a Tiding of. There are some people in the world who count their blessings by these bird’s and there is an old poem that gives those seeking their future in the following lines:
One for sorrow Two for joy Three for a girl Four for a boy Five for silver Six for gold Seven for a secret, never to be told Eight for a wish Nine for a kiss Ten for a bird you must not miss.
Whether there is any truth in this rhyme is of course a matter of conjecture and the origins of it are probably lost in the mists of time somewhere. I am not counting those birds anymore, they have all flown but I do have one that parades up and down on the verge outside my window here, where I am writing. He/She is magnificent in the their Black and White Plumage and seems to own this small patch of England, just like the Human Being sat watching it.
One imagines this one has taken over from the previous incumbent who met a sorry end at the hands of one of the local cats, maybe my Mr. Fox who also has resplendent Black and White plumage. This last one lasted a couple of weeks, after breaking it’s wing resisting any attempt to capture it and take it to a vet. Who to be honest would have completed what the cat failed in doing.
After a loud evening of listening to a lot of Latin Beat music last night, I am resting my ears with a spot of Opera this evening and some of it has been shall I say moving, emotional and delightful to listen to so much so as to want to share it here. I hope whoever listens to it enjoys as much as I have.
So today I shall be heading down to London for the night, as some friends are having a slightly belated and joint Birthday party. Half of me wants to stay home and chill, whilst the other 3/4 says go, relax and enjoy. It is at times like this I think several things and in truth I don’t know what I want to do, so it is probably better that I go in any case. I will be driving naturally and not because of some Corona virus, it is simply much more practical and a hundred times less complicated than using public transport, which I sometimes think you need a degree to fully comprehend.
Their is one major overriding factor in all of this, my mate needs his business cards. which are sitting in the attic here. Which does mean I am somewhat obliged, the tasty vegetarian meal his Mrs. will probably be cooking is just another factor that tempts me out. All in all it means I have a few hours to burn before doing anything in the way of driving, meaning I can write and study a bit and do those other little things that need doing. Right now however it seems to be more a case of getting motivated into doing stuff, instead of staring aimlessly at the monitor hoping for some kind of revelation, which is not going to happen any time soon.
Let me move forward and be productive for the short time I am here, I think I may go and do a little painting.