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.
At various times I have thought of setting myself targets for the day. For example, one of those, two of them and four of the other, This is to much like going to the gym and so I stopped setting targets and started going with what felt right, going with the flow and relaxing a little bit instead. As a result I no longer get myself in a flap because I had not painted x pictures or written so many words that day. So bloody what and who cares? Maybe cleaning the house and fussing the cats took precedence that day. Life is not all painting and creating and writing, some day’s we are just supposed to sit back, relax and do other stuff instead. Over this festive period I have drowned myself in two bottles of the vintage stuff, and they were both very nice in that they did the job required of them.
Sometimes I think I drink too much, then I stop reading the governmental guidelines and hear my better half clearing her throat like the old lady who used to attend Friday mass at my first school. Being raised a Roman Catholic raised many questions, if God was so good, kind, etc then why did he allow such awful stuff to happen and children to starve in Africa, Cambodia.. He works in mysterious ways and why serve up that Altar wine, then make you feel bad for enjoying it. (Actually it was awful stuff) My relationship with Dog has got worse and worse and the Catholic bit has changed to cat-o-like I have never ever once considered myself as a Roman, though I guess it may have been a possibility in a past life. I think my parents ought to have left me find my own path, it would have been far less confusing to all of us.
The last days have been spent painting and doing stuff downstairs. In that time I have done little in the way of writing, so I came up here and did a little website tweaking instead. I am aiming to be doing some more of this in the next few days, it is a rewarding and pleasant pastime and does not involve cleaning brushes or destroying brain cells breathing White Spirit fumes.
For many people it is a big thing to go out on New Years Eve and get rat a*sed to welcome the change of hour and date. Starting anything, let alone a New Year with a stinking hangover and feeling like poo seems ill advised and foolish. Why do people celebrate the date changing? If something fantastic were going to happen, then there might be a point. Sadly idiots, the Government and the Covid are going to be here for a little while longer. If you wish to avoid this fashionable disease, it is easier to stay home and watch a movie instead.
I gave the house a major clean down the other day and found a load of black mould growing in the window frame. There was also a big wad of cat hair jammed down the side of the window frame. Thankfully it has now all been removed albeit with a lot of sneezing and itching. I have also succeeded in getting the neighbours to turn down the racket which passes for music in their household.
So a few days ago, I started writing. In that time I have written about 6,000 words, some of that was free flowing, the kind of thing that just flows out of your finger tips. The rest was deciphering my handwriting and trying to make sense of stuff that was written down several years ago. I do not like typing on my laptop keyboard, it is small, awkwardly shaped and the keys are in different places to my big clunky keyboard upstairs.
I have been writing about Porn, the history, the material itself and the differing ways it has evolved through up until the present. I have written a lot about porn and I do not think the end is in sight yet. Happily I have a number of different chapters to work on and shall let each one get the attention it deserves, as I work. That way it will be done quicker and keep my mind focussed on the job at hand. After I finish writing I shall start on another subject, there is a big pile of stuff to choose from and I am enjoying myself whilst doing it.
In the evenings I come downstairs and paint, but not tonight I have come back upstairs again. My relationship with J is blossoming and right now we are very happy and she wants to stretch her legs out on the couch and write her own stuff. We are looking forward to a quiet peaceful Christmas together and have no idea what we are going to be doing. I suspect a fair bit of eating, relaxing and being at one with each other will be part of the plan. Why did I start writing about porn? Well I wanted a change of scenery away from painting and writing seemed to fit the bill. Especially now that university is over until January and the Covid situation suggesting it’s a good idea to stay home or go out as little as possible. Something I do anyway. I do not care for crowded places, less for idiots, running around like idiots obsessed with the idea, they must buy as much as possible, for one day of the year. Call me a Scrooge all you want, I do not care for the festive season.
When I am done here, I am going to feed the cats and write some more. If I stall, I shall do some other homework instead and look into stuff that will help in future plans. J says she will do any editing that is needed. I consider myself very fortunate and thank the universe everyday for bringing the two of us together.
J has recently given up Alcohol and now sends me links to do with the subject. Occasionally she might throw in a few words such as. “Did you know Alcohol does this or that?” I think she is trying to convert me to sobriety it makes me want to hide my head under a pillow or put my fingers in my ears. I think I may be in denial. However I am endeavouring to drink less, and not question her motives too much. She says she feels loads better for having quit, I think she just eats more Chocolate to compensate. Drink aside, today, yesterday in fact the last few days, have either been spent writing up coursework notes or converting a load of babble into something halfway semblant of the English language. The addition of proper punctuation and another edit will bring things up to scratch and then the next chapter can be added. a wad of handwritten stuff can then be consigned to a box somewhere. Having got all my coursework out the way early is a delight and means I can catch up with all my own creativity. You see I have just worked through four thousand words and have approximately the same in hand written stuff on the same subject, which sounds daunting and with my hand writing is even more so. Doing stuff like this, helps me sympathise with the teachers at school and those who mark examination papers After I have finished writing about pornography, maybe I shall start on that writing about Alcohol. It would be an appropriate subject, considering everything and will serve to alleviate any issues whilst drying out.
J has said she will help with photographic stuff, editing photos and the like. In return I shall be doing a load of stuff. Basically we are helping each other to do those things, the other may be not so great at and so far so good. We have several ideas to work upon, each will be coming to the fore as we progress and when the time is right, not before. Re-arranging the home is also on the cards. J wants a study room and I want to do some stuff in the garden. All these things will take time, ideas, counter ideas, school work and a thousand other things will each play their part in seeing things come to fruition. In the meantime, I shall write, be creative and then write some more not forgetting that in writing I am also being creative. Plus writing does not stink of Turpentine or require the washing of paint brushes.
We were planning on a small walk this afternoon, but it got dark sooner than expected. Or time ran ahead of us, and we forgot. Whatever happened it allowed us to each do what we had to or wanted to do and get it done and complete. (Almost)
Study has taken up a considerable amount of time recently and for once I think I am actually enjoying myself. Writing more on here for my own pleasure would be nice of course, but do you really want to know about The Irish Potato Famine?
As we head nearer toward Christmas, I laugh at those fools who booked themselves a totally unneeded vacation down in Cornwall. (England’s South West) and have now had to cancel with no refund, cause one of them caught the Covid and they all have to stay home and sweat it out for the next fortnight. I doubt you will find this in the papers, but is probably a common tale to be found across the globe right now, anywhere there’s are idiots at least. In the meantime J and I are settling down, we argue at times and she encourages me to be a better person and I hope I am doing that for the both of us. Switching off from studying and relaxing seems to be one of the harder tings to do right now, unwinding seems to be Alcohol based and probably does not work so well. The other method works very well and the only spirit used is to wash the brushes and thin oil paint. It’s hoped that I will get some work done on the artistic side of things over the next few days. Doing a job search and applying to a few would also be a good idea. Also the car could do with a good wash and a clean, the weather is ideal for such a task. Grey miserable and dank. In the US right now they have snow, I like snow. J says I would be sick of it after a short while and she is probably right.
I want to wind up here and go paint, put down new ideas, complete old stuff, drink tea and eat food. I want to give up alcohol, but am lazy, support J in her sobriety journey but am perhaps a bit selfish. In the meantime I study, write and listen to Opera obsessively. Feel I am running out of art materials, yet have loads in the cupboard. The same goes for my encroaching belly that threatens increase on a daily basis. The time for change is here and that change ought be embraced.
If it’s not one thing, then it’s invariably something else and if it’s not that. Inevitably it shall be another thing.
I am of course, though that may be not totally clear, speaking about something that has recently happened. Something that is an all too common theme, in my efforts, to find sustainable employment and has actually done me a bit of a favour. I do not mind hard work and you can throw any amount of it at me and I shall get it done. Try me on this one, but please appreciate I am a little Mutton Jeffbecause of that. The employer liked me, said I worked like a Demon (my words) and could not fault me except for… In all honesty, face masks, plastic apron’s and gloves made me sweat like a racehorse and being unpleasantly damp the whole shift, was not a great feeling. In letting me go, they kind of did me a favour. I am now free to go back to studying, writing and looking after J who is still feeling Jack and Jill. The office still like me and shall let me know, soon as they find a suitable position for me to fill.
Our youngest, Foxton, has been spending inordinate amounts of time away from home visiting with other people and neglecting his own family. because of this and other undesirable mannerisms he has picked up, he is now grounded for the foreseeable future until he corrects these faults and remembers the way he was raised. J and I have expressed our displeasure in no uncertain way, with his Aunty and Nuncle also agreeing to provide a guiding paw in matters of domestic decorum. I only hope, that whoever he has been going to visit, soon realises the roof is not leaking, nor did they spill their cup of tea. (Again)
J and I will soon be celebrating our second Thanksgiving together, by eating loads, drinking like Fish and having a jolly good time. Up until yesterday, we were both a little concerned about our plans for this holiday, what with work and stuff. It would appear having a loud voice has it’s advantages; Being able to make yourself heard in noisy places and enjoying quality time with your loved ones being just two of them. In case you were wondering Foxton is a postman pat and I am done with Captain Kirking, at least for today, unless it involves stuff around the Rat and Mouse and J still feels Moby Dick. If you don’t have a Scooby doo what I am speaking about, then I suggest you take a butchers hookhere.
So the reading through stuff and editing things has commenced, J reads them out and I cringe. My grammar is something special and the ADHD thing kind of makes things interesting, a bit like tearing up a novel and rearranging the pages in a new order. Making for a whole host of unlimited twists to the plot. The sun is out today, the sky is blue and at least one cat is outside sunning itself. Lunch was tasty and we are both content. painting never got started yesterday, I stayed with the writing. Something about the twelve Apostles, though whether it stays in it’s current form form for much longer is questionable as it may well end up being utilised in something else. No doubt I will be asking J to go through stuff, correcting, editing and making recommendations. Her expertise is greatly appreciated, she has yet to decipher my hand writing. I have yet to decipher my handwriting!
School work is coming along well, I don’t think I have done so much note taking since my school days and for some reason I can read my writing here. We went for a walk today and I applied for a job, nothing fancy, it’s a stress free and easy position, Plus I know the work which is even better. Right now I am slightly stuck for what to write about and am going to give the other writing a break for the time being and maybe tackle another subject. The current Grey weather is not helping my mood and J has a little black Dog yapping around her heels which is not nice, I hope our next walk out will yield a stick and we can get rid of the thing. I love animals but not this thing, it dribbles, smells and is generally tiresome, saying that J really wants a Chihuahua, though probably not a black one.