Does anyone know how to remove annoying plaque from behind your behind your front teeth. Yes I know, don’t let it build up in the first place. But this is really getting me and having tried everything else including the electric toothbrush as a kind of chisel, I really do not know what else there is. The dentist is closed to non urgent work, so I guess I shall have to get creative.
The man next door is drilling and making the house shake with his vibrations, I wish he would hurry up and finish. I am considering whether to go and dig dirt or leave it all for the time being until later on, actually writing this is part of that exercise. it’s quite simple, shovel dirt up and do a general tidy around, there is not much I can do about the dirt that covers the grass, just let it grow and then mow later.
I may well just do some painting interspersed with little bits on here. There again it’s not as warm as the last few days, and from a gardening perspective that is good, especially if you are doing the heavy lifting variety.
The garden centre has relieved me of some of my income
The last few days have been spent learning, building and developing. I have also installed a second pond and the cloakroom is now done bar the gloss work. This I thought would be wasted time and not needed, but the old work looks shabby and shabbiness has no place here.
Creating the new website took a lot of swearing and shouting and several moments of $%^& THIS, however training in the martial arts if it teaches one thing, is that of perseverance and so I did. I have to say, this is the best looking site I have built so far, it still requires some work but I am happy. It has also required me to sort out and sift through a whole load of artwork and remind me my photography skills need to be brushed up on. So many things need to be polished and perfected.
Such a short life, so much to do, we are born knowing so much and die knowing so little.
The pond now has a lily settling in and some friends for company and the garden looks like a bomb site with all the excavated soil, Now I just have to move it, happily it has a new home.
Needless to say, there is still quite a bit to be done website wise, happily the most part is done. Now I must write and paint and paint some more.
Tonight I shall rest and sleep in my bed and not on the couch.
So the kittens have all gone to their furrever homes all that is bar one who I suspect is staying where they are, at least for the time being. Which meant apart from speaking to the grown up cats and admonishing them for being lazy and all the other silly things you can say to cats, I spent the day doing garden repairs, drinking tea and cracking jokes.
That exercise finished I came home and did some artwork. Sparing myself the bother of painting the back room, that can wait as can any more painting of any flavour today. I am relaxing and watching a film instead and am speaking to J intermittently she is engaging herself in making her dinner, we hope to be making each other dinner very soon, it is just a matter of when.
I want to be doing some changes on here in the next few days or so and start adding galleries and excerpts from stuff I have written, trying to translate my handwriting in one swoop is a trial and a half and it will also mean I can continue work on more material without putting myself off of writing for life by doing things the hard way, or thinking it is a race again.
So the last few days have been spent doing the back room, stripping out that Dog awful stippled paint, taking it all back to bare walls filling holes and painting. The space if you can call it that, actually looks quite nice now though I am too minds whether to bother glossing the woodwork to be honest I am sick to death of it and cannot wait to do something new.
I have also been painting, I don’t mean walls more art, canvas that sort of thing, the torture device has been softened with a cushion. Things are moving along and perhaps the next project will be to find meaningful employment of some sort, the broken tiles on the front door step, can be done in due course, I really want to get the pond all set up and stocked before long however everything happens at the right time and life is not a race, at least not at this stage.
J is very well and has been undermining my farting and belching by saying I am rude, she has a point of course though I am sure she does the same, maybe with not so much gusto and certainly a lot quieter and with less fanfare than mine. In short J is polite I am coarse, or at least choose to be. Perhaps it is time for a change.
Later this morning, I am going to my sisters to do some stuff and say hello to her (kittens.) Honestly they are the most adorable little balls of fur you could ever wish to hold, just like all kittens, I just get sniffed at by my own brood when back at home.
Enough for now, I need to drink more Coffee.
Today was a day of not doing very much, no garden pond, no redecorating, no tidying no nothing a day of relaxation (almost) But I did pick up a paint brush and use it for it’s intended purpose that of applying paint to canvas. I also worked through one of my old set of ramblings and found staying on subject a bit of a chore and not because what I was working from is rambling to say the least and frequently jumping from one subject to another, smoking, alcohol, Pink Floyd, Cannabis Chernobyl and radiation.
It would be easier if I could read my hand writing and feel sorry for anybody who has to read it in my place like someone marking an examination paper, I have argued this one with the university authorities numerous times and explained this and that and the other and they do not want to know. I need an official letter stating I have a hand writing disability or similar type condition. It’s enough to make a cat laugh.
I explained this dilemma to my Tom cat ( that’s him in the photo) and all he did was purr and proceed to lick his backside, he cares… about food, a warm bed and home and not much else.J just pointed out that I repeated myself that’s cut,copy and paste for you and I forgot to check it through or if I did it wasn’t noticed.
I would really like to write more but cannot find the words to write right now, perhaps it is time for bed or something.
I wanted to write last night, but something got in the way. So tonight I write instead, though what I write about has nothing or everything to do with what I started writing, which can wait for a rainy day. That subject is too technical and drawn out and to be honest, I feel a little tired and so shall give it a miss. Though I may write some but not publish it, yet.
Today has been a day of smearing, scraping and more smearing, the back room is quickly becoming a bare walled room with an all pervading stench of paint stripper.
last night today, i thought about doing some painting, it is not the time yet or I am not ready. Either way I must be patient and wait for the right time, creativity comes in many forms. My hands are calloused I cannot complain, my finger joints are sore, I am happy.
The other thing I started upon was and is entitled The Ten Commandments, it was already in progress and needs to be completed though shall most likely be done in several pieces, over a period of time, how long, who knows as long as it takes. Life is not a race, neither is decorating a back room or dare I say it digging a hole for a pond or completing any task. Stop making yourselves sick, rushing around as if everything as to be done yesterday, relax, breathe and smile, enjoy the moment and smile.
The race has not been run yet and there are still a few miles to go.
So the garden is probably going to have a day off today, it will still be there come morning and my various physiological ailments need to rest and repair. However the temptation to pick up a shovel and watering can, can be most overwhelming so I may do a little bit in the greenhouse. The rest of the time I would like to spend doing something at least half way worth while and bearing in mind this is the day of rest aka The Sabbath I shall do all I can to avoid servile labours, Like nothing has changed since I last did some servile labour.
There is now a near complete image in my head of what I would like the pond end of the garden to look like, perhaps it is time to commit this image to paper and expand on it to encompass the whole space, them square paving slab things, anybody want them, call me. The edge of the pond has kinked though it is quite easy to fix, it just needs leaning upon and soon goes back into shape.
I just moved a bit of soil and did some pond like I said I would and it hurt. I imagine decorating work will do the same, if the aching bit has not fallen off in the meantime. As my Sensei once said to me. ” It is not a race, it is a journey.” he was speaking about Karate and it is all the more important to think like this, we learn to be calm, and to get things right which saves the bother of having to go back, to correct ourselves and unlearn bad habits which only slow us up and cause frustration and pain.
After having sorted through and printed out a whole long line of previous posts from here and got them organised into some kind of order. I am now going to tackle the big file that incidentally matches the the one I put the other work in and work through a large back log of creative writing and start putting it on board the laptop. First of all I have to translate the hieroglyphs that comprise my hand writing and then discipline myself enough to sit down and work.
That beastly horrid awful chair downstairs helps me stay up here and the dining chairs are a bit low for my work bench so I am staying up here come the evenings where I have a comfy chair and books to surround and inspire me, where needs be.
The other thing about sorting through things enables me to find stuff that goes with painted work which means I can finally put a couple of projects to bed, or do something useful with them. I look forward to completing those canvasses that are covered in the cigarette papers my brother gave me.
Glancing through this stuff some of it is quite rude and may have to carry a health warning, it goes with some of the art work I produced several years ago.
I may add some photo’s to this at some point, there again I may not.
One of the things about being an artist is that you may well find yourself at times with a pile of work that is incomplete which is known as (WIP) This can be something that is sat on the easel or tucked away behind the cupboard drying out, awaiting some more work. if you are working in oils then it is more of the drying out, which can often take ages. Sometimes a piece just sits there for ages and gets treated like some tiresome task that is always being put off.
Sometimes this tardiness is mistaken for procrastination when it is in fact lack of motivation, a difficulty in getting started and needing a break from that god awful chair downstairs that belongs in a torture museum, it is so uncomfortable even the cats ignore it. actually the chair is only part of the equation, I suspect there is a change in direction in the offing, involving greater preparation and better draughtsmanship. Learning how to draw noses.
The garden and pond site are also in need of attention as is the cloakroom which gets done when the weather is really wet, the pond can only be done properly when the bottom has dried out properly and stops being squelchy, squelchy bottoms do not make for stable solid platforms upon which to work.
Today has been a day for sorting through old writings and that sort of thing it was also a time for getting the printer to work again. The heads needed cleaning, it now makes just as much noise and clatter as it ever did it. It is an old printer and celebrates it’s 9th birthday at the end of July, on the same day as myself.
It was a lucky day today, all my paperwork is kept in lever arch files of a certain stripe and I was fortunate enough to find the last one in the shop today, knocked down in price and end of line, I am a happy bunny and look forward to working through stuff, editing and generally updating things and creating some sense of order about the place.
I really must go get a cardboard box to put the waste paper in to be recycled and sort out this big pile of stuff to be sold. The advantage of doing all this is I get to plant my backside in the comfy office chair and be surrounded by books, yes I am upstairs again in the place I am happiest, especially if I am doing something worthwhile and productive.
This bag of paper rubbish is beginning to grieve my usual good nature and a box shall be forthcoming at the nearest convenience obtaining shall be considered part of my daily exercise outside of the home. It is a windy day today and watching the Nut tree blowing back and forth makes me ask how do the birds and their nests stay in the branches? I think I may have to give the whole thing a trim come Autumn, this will encourage new growth and improve the yield for the next few years.
It’s time I got dressed and made the dinner, I may well write more later.