STINGING NETTLES, LEONARDO AND JEFF BEZOS

art and culture, politics and religion

Yesterday I started writing a blog, This morning I dismantled and erased it. I thought it was crap! Today I am going to paint more and write about something else, other than stuff that is going down at home. Though that shall be sneaked in at points as well. It is more than anything, deciding what to write about, indecision perhaps being most relevant right now. I have been thinking about making Stinging Nettle beer, does anybody have a clue what 800 grams of those things looks like? Neither do I. I spent yesterday evening painting some landscapes and getting new ideas down on paper at least, the next days, even today I will be doing something more constructive and bringing these ideas into the light. Looking for work though not so enjoyable is also necessary.

Stinging Nettle - The Permaculture Research Institute

The thing about being an artist, it is quite easy to compare yourself to those who have gone before. The leonardo’s, van Goghs and others and thinking to yourself” why do I even bother? I can never be as good as those guys.” Actually I am not a great fan of that Leonardo man, but anyway if we can compare ourselves to other people we get nowhere in our own journey. We each have our own style of thinking, of working and speaking and this is something we ought to remember. We can study how Vincent painted, we can study leonardo and his stuff, we can learn maybe even copy but you/we cannot be that person. EVER! Or anyone else for that matter.

MONETARY SYMBOLS IN PLACE OF A PICTURE OF DOLLAR BILLS

Being grateful for what you have, is a far better stance than being miserable for what you do not have. You wanna be as rich as that Bezos man? Good ,you get the stupidly long hours and ridiculous amounts of responsibility as well. Just think about how far he can fall, and how far you can fall. Many of us want to be wealthy and like the idea of having lots of money, some of us even grizzle about how we need so much more. We make ourselves poor, just by thinking like that. Other people complain how Bezos does not pay enough tax etc he is so wealthy that he can currently give every many, woman and child on the planet $26.23 dollars (Increasing daily) which for many is next to bugger all. Now imagine the day when he can give all those people, you and me included $5,000 or more. That day is fast approaching, now imagine Bill Gates and et al all doing the same, will you be complaining then? I don’t think so and if you are, then you ought give it back to them, cause it will be wasted on you.

CATHOLIC CAT FLEAS

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J is an excellent cook, makes wonderful Coffee and even offers to bring it up to me in bed. Truly I am blessed in many varied and different ways. Today we agreed, to turn the rest of yesterdays wine into cooking ingredients. we both need to dry out, clear our heads and start being productive again. Alcohol is good fun, but it fuddles the brain, Tea is of far greater benefit and I have written on the subject once or twice. The home brew operation coming along fine, soon will time to bottle some of the stuff up and start the next batch, by this time next year it might even be halfway drinkable. We are both looking forward to this part of the adventure. In the meantime I am spending my time wisely, doing schoolwork and looking for work, Supermarkets are not playing a role here I would rather do cleaning which is a pleasant peaceful activity.

We might be going out for a walk later on depending on the weather. I would also like to do the crumble mixture for the Rhubarb, that was formally being used as the constituent ingredient in a country wine recipe. j has gone upstairs to do what J has to do and Ninja the cat is vying for my attention. All three of them were de-fleaed earlier today. (the cats that is) I must get out and buy a skeleton figure for Halloween, hanging it out on the hedge to frighten the neighbours. seems a good idea, either that or a dead rat through their letter box. However in the interests of practicality and recycling efficiency, the rat shall get a reprieve this year. We may also turn a Pumpkin into soup and play Black Sabbath (loud) Though personally I think Mariah Carey is far scarier, than Ozzie and co. will ever be.

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If you have a pet cat especially a black ones keep home in the safe in the days leading up to Halloween and that. There are stupid people around who think it cool and clever to be nasty to them at this time. There are also idiots letting off their fireworks, which pets do not like much either. Don’t burn your money, go to an organised display instead, they are better by far, often with delicious burgers and other foods and a nice bonfire to toast yourself by. I shall be finding one to take J too and introduce het to the quaint British custom of burning effigies of political terrorists. Though in fact my ancestor was actually hung, drawn and quartered. Or at least that was plan. He jumped off the steps, whilst ascending to the scaffold and broke his neck. It was considered uncatholic to burn one of our own whilst my Public (private) school so it was more usual to burn a notable Protestant instead. I think the Bishop of Canterbury got it one year.

ROBERT RUNCIE FORMER ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY

Burning people alive is barbaric and wrong. However doing it to them when they are dead, is hygienic, efficient, painless (probably) and spares the rather disgusting imagery of worms eating the decaying flesh for decades afterwards. burning effigies of them is not much better either.

KNEEDING THE DOUGH

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It’s been a couple of days and to celebrate not having had a drink, I am enjoying having a clear head and doing something else instead, namely writing. If you want to know what I have been doing this weekend then click on the link HERE or you can carry on reading cos tomorrow I am back to doing school work and being a student again. I actually enjoy studying and making my brain work in different ways, I treat the writing side of things as a creative exercise which makes things more tolerable and easier to deal with than previously. Though saying that, dragging myself away from watching films in the evenings may be a little difficult but only if I let it so.

Two days later and it is time to do some home brew operations, or shall I do some baking. Jackie wants to bake bread so best I do homework first and keep the kitchen clear, though perhaps I shall wash the plates up first and provide a space she can work in. I may well end up making Peppermint Creams, we both like those, however they make a lousy breakfast so the bread takes priority today. There are of course other activities not involving the kitchen, painting, writing, the planting of bulbs. That kind of thing I have been grousing about these last few days, even the hedge may get a hair cut, though my attempts at getting J to ‘mow’ the lawn with a pair of kitchen scissors have come to nothing. We both want to get some fish for the pond and start bringing it to life, I wonder when the Frogs will arrive, Newts, Serpents?

I have had it reliably put to me that frogs and newts do not cohabit in the same space so happily the latter will eat the spawn of the former and the former become displeased, I am not sure about Toads, but Dragonflies seem quite happy as do a whole myriad of small and interesting things, adding plants will only encourage a healthy environment and make it all the more interesting. The cats seem to like meditating round there as well, as do I especially when the weather is warm. The title is misspelt for a reason.

FACEBOOK AND COLD FEET

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I love J she reminds and encourages me to do my schoolwork, makes breakfast sits down for a little while and goes back to bed. Leaving me to get on write and at get down a load of ideas that I can boil down into something that answers the questions posed, this is not part of that plan. We went down into the local park yesterday and had a kick around in the sunshine, later on I made more home brew, this time a bunch of Parsnips have fallen in the pot with yeast and the rest to be added later today.

The sun is shining, the cats are asleep and my breakfast is slowly being consumed, the Apple and Banana bread adding their goodness to my constant need for sustenance. Imagining a life without the need for food is an interesting idea and is indeed possible, if one is willing to make those sacrifices. Like stopping the reliance on animal based products, especially those of meat and dairy. If we stop the killing and systematic abuse of animals, then we may as a race stop abusing and killing each other. If you want to change the world, then start with yourself, be the change you wish to see in the universe. Actually the cats are outside now, if they are asleep or not I do not know, as they are out of eyeshot. J has reappeared and is drinking more Coffee.

School work is now taking a back burner and shall restart in the morning, J shall encourage that, it helps that I WANT to keep it under control and stay ahead of things that being the way I started out and how I mean to continue. J is scrolling through Facebook, I just had a look through myself not much else. I thought it was cold earlier, my feet especially so, it helps to put socks and a vest on, this way we can be warmer without putting the heating on. I shall be posting some more artwork later on and hopefully be adding new work to the rest of the site when time permits.

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NOW WITH ADDED ARTWORK

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So am finally settling down to having another human in the house, things like having a whole bed/duvet to myself are gone. I have swapped them for snoring, occasional farting and cooking for two, I have never been happier. There are now two people to fuss over the cats, fresh bread is back on the menu as is a largely vegan diet. I think we are actually both very happy, though to be sure I have to check with J first.

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What else? days out in the local area, nice walks in the park, doing the washing up and asserting one’s rights over who can brush their teeth first in the evening before bed time. I think these little things are and will become pretty permanent fixtures in our life together. The cats can do the fighting and arguing instead.

Other news, have been doing a lot of painting these last few days and ought work on here more often, activity seems to have shifted from evenings to day time and pm’s are now spent on a comfy sofa watching movies and other relaxing stuff. We were going to go for another walk today with our recently acquired football, however the skies are a nasty dark grey, J wants to stay home and make Banana bread. Who am I to complain?

UNTITLED FOR THE TIME BEING

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So J and I are back together again, it has been raining lots and we have been staying indoors a lot. However todays 100% rain has ceased, so we may well go for a walk down to the park and stretch our legs, first of all I must fulfil my obligations as a parent and clean up behind the children and their little messes, indeed one of them is currently blocking egress to the outside. Children can be noisy and disruptive, cats are at times filthy, they are also cute, adorable and very lovable. Children ditto, if you plan on or have either or both of these influences in your life, ensure you have plenty of kitchen roll and disinfectant, air freshener is optional.

When going shopping, it is a great idea to count out all your loose change, shove it in your pocket or bag ( I used a bag) and count the change from one pocket to the other as you go about getting what you need, buy the time you get to the check out, you can hand over a ton of change and annoy the check out person who now has a ton of change to deal with, when they complain, simply say ” Do you want my money or not?” Invariably they will decide on the former. Yesterday I handed over around £30.00 in Silver ( Not literally Silver) and did not deviate from my list once. There is a clear correlation between paying with a pocket full of change and keeping to your shopping list, if you have difficulty in keeping to what’s on the list, I recommend this method. You even get to leave your bank cards at home, and be safe in the knowledge you are not blowing your bank balance.

Talking about bank balances, I really must check my collection of lottery tickets, I am due to win the jackpot and want to know if I can set about replacing the garden shed. we stretched our legs and decided it was wet so we came home again.

HOMEBREW AND HEATHROW

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The tidying and vacuuming got done albeit the next day with the music playing. For some reason and not because of the volume i could hear every note, every nuance and all the work got done. I still felt exhausted and unable to rest and for the third night on the go I slept badly, if at all. This morning it annoyed me enough to just get up and start my day at silly oh clock, I hope a later dinner and forgoing the heating will help, if not then…

I have to be relatively early compared to my usual waking time as I have to make the airport run and pick up J, she is flying in from NY and to say we we are longing to be back in each others arms is an understatement. She thinks I am a good writer, tell a good story even if my punctuation/grammar is all over the place. ( A bit like my Blues and Greens)

The Rhubarb wine is all done up in Demi Johns and is bubbling away merrily, tomorrow I collect another Demi, meaning the next brew can be started upon ASAP. parsnips are calling out for my attention, however one must find nice flavoursome ones, the same goes for any vegetable crop actually, I feel a lot of root vegetable snapping in half is about to take place.

Listening to Roger

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I was going to fill in a job application, unfortunately they do not recognise my email address and I ‘don’t’ have an account with those people so I shall have to do something else instead. I can either tidy the house, do the homebrew or something else instead. Actually the idea of pushing a vacuum cleaner around fills me with great joy and pleasure, though I may just resort to dusting off the furniture, the vacuum thing is noisy and interferes with music. I also feel kind of gross right now and either need to shave, trim my moustache wash my hair or a combination of all three.

So far on all the jobs or other areas of work that have been ‘suggested’ with the promise they will be in touch asap not one has managed this simple task and I am beginning to wonder if I am wasting my time and be better off doing something else, watching porn springs to mind though to be honest that is time wasted when I could be doing more creative and constructive things, as a result I am writing and listening to music, I shall go do some dusting and the like in a little while when I am done doing this and even clean myself and do something about the facial hair. Later on I shall have some lunch even though it is gone lunch time now, getting up earlier might help and will also ensure more hours to do more things in what exactly I have no idea but I dare say there is something or somethings that need doing.

J asked me if I was depressed this morning and certainly my rising late and sleeping a lot would be suggestive of that plus a certain lassitude in doing stuff like the garden which I usually enjoy, perhaps it is time to take stock of matters and re-organise myself. The cleanliness/facial hair issue has been resolved, now it is just a case of picking the loose bits off and drying myself down accompanied by music. Pink Floyd seems to be much in favour right now, or to be more accurate that music written by Roger Waters seems to be most in favour and indeed I have listened to little else these last few days.

Angry insects and long grass

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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.

Old Samuel’s Whiskers

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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.

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Samuel Whiskers as portrayed by Beatrix Potter

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.

Priests, Perverts and Paint

Autobiographical, politics and religion

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.

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DOWNSIDE ABBEY AND SCHOOL

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.

Homeless old men

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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.

In the news

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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.

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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.

Bed clothes, Covid and Pangolins

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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.

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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.

Other things to do in Covid time

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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.

Watching Magpies

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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.

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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.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT TEA.

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Even though it would be a nice thing to write everyday, there are times when that does not happen. This is  due to one thing or another and sometimes something else, the rest of the time I am probably painting.

It is a good thing to remember that creativity comes in many forms and ‘beating’ yourself up cause you have not stuck to your goals is good for nothing. better to just accept you are human and are not infallible. The painting has been taking over these last few days and it is nice to retreat back up to the library and do some writing instead. Being up here means I get to sit in a comfy chair and not be distracted by canvas, paint and brushes.

I am currently working on finishing off the back room, this is after thinking it was all done, when it was not. The wood work is displeasing to my eye and needs correcting, the door frame has been stripped down, the door removed from it’s hinges. Later on I shall probably apply paint stripper to the skirting boards and maybe pull out the fridge and freezer and do behind them too.

PAINT STRIPPER STINKS!

FRUIT FLIES AND FORM FILLING

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So from the last time anything was written, I have applied for a new job and find it not very easy writing the 500 words about myself. In order to become even half way eligible to have a chance of finding prospective employment with this chosen employer. I do not like applying for work or writing about myself (Usually) I would rather be doing something else and today I have done largely bugger all. I think it must be the fruit flies, they are exerting a negative energy and slowing me up from doing anything, I just want them to fuck off and pester the neighbours instead. Them people to the right of my home will do. Life stresses are on the increase but will soon be on the decrease, I hope nerves and anxiety do not suit me, J is having the same issues but has her own ways of dealing with things. We are both keeping our fingers crossed and I am not bothering to tidy the house she is good like that and wants to do some homesteading. Home-brewing, candle making that kind of thing all good things to do in a time of a new potential lockdown, along with winning the lottery.

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The painting is coming along but tails off when I have had a drink or two, it would seem paint and alcohol do not mix instead I sit down, relax and speak to the cat who ignores me. Let Friday’s reunion come quickly, swiftly and easily. I dare say there will be a lot more relaxing and less time for painting or painting at a different time, when the light is better and the brain is less fuddled. University is about to start again, happily I was smart and did a load of work in advance, which makes things all the sweeter. There will be more to do and I shall be starting again in a minute or five.