So a few days ago, I managed to throw my back out. Resulting in excruciating discomfort, having to go through long, complex rituals in trying to stand up and groaning like someone in a sexual ecstasy. if only! having spoken to my physiotherapist. ( My Mum) I have been advised, that I have most likely got a trapped nerve and that is why it feels like my backside is falling off. The treatment is application of frozen peas or an icepack, to lessen the inflammation and trying not to do to much, in terms of physical work, for the next few days. I am also inclined to think that breathing in to sharply or deep, sneezing, coughing and several other things are also to be avoided. They can all cause the most intense paroxysm’s of pain, the novelty of which wore off pretty quickly. Apart from that, my right tricep and left knee do not like me, I know this because they protest, when I want them to do anything. J has been a great help and has inadvertently become my carer, helping me out of chairs and stuff. Thank Dog I can still wipe my own backside, I would not wish to visit that task upon anyone.
That aside, things are pretty good around here. The kitchen is now gleaming and spotlessly clean, Thank you J. There are some things starting to grow in the green house, though we may well bring them in where it is warmer for a few days. What else? not much to be honest, things have been rather quiet around here these last few days apart from of course the groans of ‘ecstasy’ that punctuate the day. I shall taking things easy today and relaxing a bit more than I usually do. I may even do a little bit of job searching, or should I concentrate on my own business affairs first?
Whatever you are doing, don’t attempt to touch your toes, whilst bending bending down with your legs straight, though a good demonstration of flexibility, it is a rotten idea, as are lateral stretches. These are probably the things that messed me up. Don’t kneel on hard surfaces, unless you have a soft thing for your knees to rest upon. Finally drink plenty of water and don’t worry yourself about those things, that are out of your control, it will only give you upset bowels.
My plans for sitting in the grounds of a hospital reading my book, whilst the other person was having their appointment came to naught yesterday, I had left the book behind. Instead I walked around and sat on a bench and watched the rain instead. The weather was kind of in parallel with, what has been going in these last few days/couple of weeks, so I went and sat in the car and found a game on my phone instead. The game was actually rather fun and I put it down, just as the nurse came to look for me, for the second half of the appointment. It was still raining and it was warm inside the building, so much that I would have opened the windows and turned the heating down. Instead I took my jacket off and thought dark thoughts, about the wretched face mask I am obliged to wear to guard against the fashionable disease. Getting outside and back into the fresh air was nice, and we went off to pick up the prescription.
We have had a conversation this morning and agreed, that crutches can be useful, and when the owner snatches the instrument away it leaves the user in the dirt. The owner I am speaking about, knows who he is and ought go take a long hard look in the mirror. He is bang out of order and deserves a kick in the backside. Hopefully that is the last that is going to mentioned on this particular subject, here or anywhere. Talking about the weather seems to be a better and far more interesting subject matter. If you are curious wheat it is doing outside, it is grey and about 7degrees C Saturday promises to be better or at least warmer and ideal for doing some gardening. I may chase J around the house and out the door, get her to haul logs and rocks and dig holes, but we shall see.
Other news, There is no other news, certainly nothing worth writing about here. Perhaps I shall go do some school work and relax a little bit whilst doing so. Fussing the cat is also an option, worrying myself about stuff that is out of my control…Never, I do not get paid enough to do that and it does not achieve anything either. Painting is also looking good and is enjoyable also, not that it pays at the moment, but it will…very soon. Writing my book(s), web sites and the like are also raising their little heads and crying out for attention. But you know what? school work and a bite to eat are also a good idea.
I have various suspicions about various things and these suspicions that I have are going to be heeded. There is this person who is ignoring the pleas of somebody else who is close to them and that is not nice at all. That person will know who they are and if they are reading this then they ought reel their big ego in and do the right thing. That aside things are pretty good around here, or should I say could be a lot worse and it will probably be some time before they get any better. For a start I have to work on myself, getting back into some semblance of being fit again, yes its cutting down on drinking and eating a little less. Speaking of drinking. I have found a new hobby and have started buying wine at auction, not to drink mind, but to put down and sell later. I may drink some of it, some day, but why bother when the stuff from the supermarket has the same effect, if that is what you are looking for? Getting drunk is beginning to make me feel ill and if I drink anytime in the evening, I wake up at silly O clock feeling like poo. Just like this morning!
I am unable to paint, after drinking and creativity is what drives me forward, Drinking at lunchtime screws up the rest of the day, especially if I find I need to drive anywhere. I have tried drink driving and let me assure you all, it is not fun or sensible. Having a complete break looks to be the best option and will mean I can buy some more paint and such stuff, I am crying out for burnt umber right now and my recycled paper is also on the wain, plus I want a nice big pure bristle brush, those nylon things are good for nothing and are way past their best in any case. Speaking of painting and art, I now have a large pile pile of incomplete work, it was getting tiresome working on one piece of work from beginning to end, so I found the cure.
Speaking of The Cure, I really do think that bands music will help alleviate the current mood I find myself in, their music beats the S$%T out of Bono and co. whose distressing noise just managed to wheedle its way out of the speakers. School work is back to interesting and this week is learning about how heavy handed the Victorians were to non European people, would you believe they behaved just like the United States does today? This glorious empire busting fact and others like it were already known to me, just not from an academic stance. I have to go out for a while today, and could be some little while, whilst someone else has an appointment. I shall be taking a book to read and do not expect to sit in on it, The Covid nonsense has seen to that.
Today it is cold and the pair o us are both feeling tired out, somewhat despondent and not wanting to do very much. The cause of it all? We both woke up at silly o clock this morning and could not get back to sleep, so we ended up just dozing and feeling jealous of the cats who seem to spend all their time asleep no matter the circumstances at hand. cats have it easy, some mug to open the door for them, another to feed and wash their bowls out and some one else, often the same idiot who does the other stuff to clean their turds out of the litter box as well. The they pee all over the floor, drop a big pile of god knows what on your bedroom floor and expect to be picked up and stroked like they have done nothing wrong and its all the human’s fault.
The pile of washing up in the kitchen never seems to go away and appears to be self- replicating, slowly very slowly, the mess is disappearing and we can see counter tops again. I want to get those empty bottles filled, the demi johns in the shed and the rubbish in the bin together with the old crockery. I like throwing old stuff out and making way for the new, I thoroughly believe physical clutter equates to mental clutter and as J might say, the latter sucks.
We have no idea what we are doing this PM. I have a tutorial about the political franchise in the late Nineteenth century later on, the whole idea, fills me with dread, I am reading on the subject at the moment and it is dry like the desert; Disraeli, Gladstone, Lord Salisbury and the rest of them. Great and up standing figures of men no doubt, its just the subject.
The last couple of days have been spent not doing very much, yesterday was taken up with nursing the hangover from hell and feeling lousy. J also enjoyed the after effects of drinking too much, we are both now having a break for at least a day, tomorrow is yet to arrive. Today has been spent being productive and tidying stuff, fixing J’s study room up, hanging pictures and clearing floor space. Now I have some boxes to stuff in the attic and find something else to do, I may even play with the website a bit more. Or does the kitchen need more attention, whatever happens there is a long list of stuff to be getting on with.
J sat me down and we watched a doc on The Dalai Lama together, this was during and after eating lunch, we are saving the rest for later.( The doc that is, not the lunch) The rest of the afternoon/evening looks to be a lazy one, taking things easy and doing some simple stuff. I may even paint, though what exactly remains to be seen.
It has been a thoroughly dull, grey day today and it would be nice to see the sunshine again. Though that is unlikely to happen today.
We have an unwanted visitor who pops around from time to time and causes upset, he upsets the children and today He attacked me. I know have several bloody puncture wounds in my arms and shoulder, happily the thing did not go for my face. Half of me know wants to get an air gun and shoot the bugger another half wants to do something else. The decent part says throw water, at the bugger and that will soon put it off any more visiting. Cats do not like water they especially dislike the stuff being thrown over them, even less when it is cold and snowy outside. I do not think a cat trap is practical, simply because our three will wonder into it to eat the bait, they are all greedy so and so’s you see. Half of me still thinks I could do better with a rifle, the other half is kicking me for having sold it.
Today the sun is shining and the sky is blue, it is actually a rather beautiful day, we may even go for a walk later on. School work is looming and interspersed with little bits of this and that, it is slowly getting done. The bottles are being washed through and are now soaking, they will soon be sterilised and then the home brew can be bottled up and put away. The space under the stairs will soon be groaning with box loads of the stuff. One day we may even drink it. We may even run find our ‘wine cellar’ needing to be extended in the future, though Dog knows how that will work. One day we may even get around to drinking some of it.
The shoulder now aches like nobodies business. The Grey cat is now in more trouble that it can ever imagine.
Not being bothered or motivated enough to do school work, I thought lets write something instead. Which is largely what I would be doing if schoolwork was on the agenda, but it’s not. But I did do some reading, about religion in the Nineteenth century. Religion in the Twenty first century is just as awful, except there is more singing, and fewer people attending, you see all the would have been worshippers all go to Garden centres and stately homes now. Where they can relax, look at beautiful things and then drink tea and eat cakes, without the fag of having to wash up afterwards.
Other news, these last days have been spent building a new website and today all my hard work was wiped out (nearly) by pressing the wrong button, it just resulted in having to re-upload all the images again. Kind of doing me a favour, it is now more stream lined and looks nicer too. If you want to take a look click here:
One of the good things about the Covid is, it has kept the religion peddlers away. Since it all started, back whenever it was, just after I lost my last job I / We have had nothing but peace here. Don’t get me wrong I am delighted the Jehovah’s W’s are staying away. perhaps word has got around that the man with curly hair, gives their adherents ‘tea’ and threatens to set the Cat on them. ( One of those statements is true) My Tomcat is a big soft lump and runs away from anything bigger than himself. Many years ago a friend and I used to grow cannabis in the garden, over about five years we grew almost twenty plants which were described by some people as: “The strongest shit they had ever smoked.” and “I smoked half that spliff and I had to put it down, what was that sh** you sell me?” In all honesty, we planted some seeds in some pots and let them grow. When they were big enough, we put them in the ground and they flourished. Some of them grew to about 13-15 feet. The neighbours admired them, the police flew over them (Several times) and nobody cared a toot.
Before anybody gets ideas about coming to pay me a visit and pretending to be a window washer, these photos are about six years old and the most exciting stuff growing here now are Rose Bushes. Plus I will set the cat(s) on you. I gave up smoking , it no longer had the desired effect, I have not smoked since and enjoy having a relatively clear head and not being despondent or just plain stoned. The man with the Chicken T shirt and Tattoo’s now collects Teddy Bears and drinks tea.
This morning has been spent painting, eating and drinking Coffee, I have only come upstairs to plug the laptop in… And procrastinate. That is the trouble when there are distractions around the place and you are feeling off, with little to motivate, or propel you in any real direction. Perhaps I ought to leave the machine here and go back to painting, at least I would be occupied fruitfully or how about the garden? Either way I should stop worrying about where those commas ought go, this is not an examination and I can check things before posting. Keeping one ear (literally in my case) open for the door is also on my mind, you may be asking one ear? Yes I only have one ear, the other is broken.
A copy of this book was once gifted me for my birthday, I still think family were taking the Mick.
Anyway I always enjoyed the Tintin books and at one point had the whole lot of them barring Tintin in the Congo. Which was almost impossible to get because it had been banned due to it’s politically incorrect content. I am going to pull some socks on soon and do something else other than writing, cause I am still heel dragging and get the idea I need a change of scenery.
Despite my calling and emails I have not yet received any new information regarding that pesky job interview which is set for tomorrow. perhaps I ought to look for a job as an art teacher somewhere, I think I might enjoy doing that. Even better of course, would be painting for a living, artists are an under appreciated lot and are often taken for granted. Just try living your day without the writers, set designers, authors, game designers, painters and anybody else who creates for a living.
I do take commissions, work in a variety of media and specialise in portraiture and landscapes.
Sometimes I think whether my efforts as an artist are being wasted, so far in my artistic journey I have sold two paintings (one via auction, the other a commission) Went to art college for a year which was a horrible experience and rip off and found myself being encouraged to become the Treasurer of my local art group. The last I declined, citing University commitments and some other stuff. The good news is I have finally pulled my finger out, stopped trying to be perfect and just got on and worked. Real work seems to disagree with me, or I with it and after Seventy+ employers, I think it is time I worked for myself. The whole Covid business encourages this idea, I am hardly likely to scrounge a dose of it at home and I can drink tea or eat when I want as well.
Being self employed does mean I have to exercise self discipline, working even when I don’t want to. If I add school work to the mix, I should probably be quite busy. Not half as busy mind if I had to go out and work for some other bugger each day. Public transport gives me the creeps, buses are truly ghastly and incubators of all the terrible diseases. Safe to say I would rather take the car, cycle or walk to wherever it is I am supposed to be heading.
It would be nice to have a change and a move away from the laptop for a few hours each day. Do some painting in the daylight hours and migrate up here afterward, to type, edit and post. J goes to bed quite early and there will be no creaking as I trudge up the stairs at night. Speaking of which, I have to go put out the cat tray and make sure everything is locked up. It is getting to that time, where I must brush my teeth and go to bed.