GOING TO SEE KITTENS

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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.

 

NOT DOING MUCH AT ALL

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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.

 

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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.

 

SABBATH BLOODY SABBATH

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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.

STILL SORTING THOUGH STUFF

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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.

WORK IN PROGRESS

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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.

 

Progression and paperwork

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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.

TIME FOR A CHANGE

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I woke up this morning feeling like poo, its the result of drinking excessive amounts of alcohol, whisky this time cheap nasty Scotch which I really ought to have known better about.

I spent three days without a drink this last week and felt good for it. So it really was a little bit foolish starting again and to be honest I actually prefer sobriety it’s easier on my health and definetly (how do you spell that word?) easier on my wallet. I would prefer to live without this ego thing that I need a drink or three every night. Tea is perfectly good and has the added benefit of being able to walk straight and speak coherently after drinking it.

The best reason is of course giving up to support Jackie in her sobriety journey and the best way to do that is to be sober as well.

Perhaps it’s time to go and get some help.

Other news I seem to have lost the ability to draw and paint, I have lost interest in it at least temporarily, it’s probably a change in direction and has happened before so am not particularly bothered, creativity comes in many forms and it provides an opportunity to sit in a comfy chair be comfortable and give my legs a break. The pond is in a state of flux and is being re-done as is the cloak room ( the place in British homes, where we put our coats) is currently being redecorated, the textured paint is horrible stuff to remove and is not the kind of thing you can sand off. I am pretending the ceiling is not there cause it is rough horrible Artexing, I may just get a handy man to skim it flat and do the other technical stuff

 

 

To believe or not to believe

politics and religion

Once upon quite a while ago I had this pull along chicken. It was a wooden chicken and made a convincing clucking noise as I pulled it up and down the corridors at home. This way I thought it would get it’s exercise and hence lay eggs, cause sure enough each time it went for a ‘walk’  an egg would be sat under it the next morning.

Some people believe in a patriarchal authority figure flies through the sky delivering presents every mid winters eve in an aerodynamically unsound structure being pulled by a herd of ruminants.

I was speaking to a man in the queue at my local supermarket a few days ago and cause it was boring we struck up a socially distanced conversation. Somehow we got onto the subject of Government and politicians. I asked him do you trust (believe) your elected representatives and the current leader of our country?  replying in the affirmative I asked him why  and pointed out  some of the inaccuracies and failings we have witnessed coming from the hands of these people in the last few weeks and months and asked are these the actions of honest people?

Imagine my surprise one day when my wooden egg laying friend ceased to lay, chickens stop laying when they get old and or infirm, not that I knew this at the time or cared for that matter, my morning egg was absent. I soon found out of course and not only felt betrayed but also a little silly, I do not know how old I was but old enough I guess to have known better that  it had been my Mother doing the dirty and putting an egg under said Chicken.

Anyway back to the supermarket. I questioned the man as to whether the deeds committed  by the people in question proved their probity, and demonstrated reliability and honesty in their dealings. He replied “They do not.” Perhaps he thought I was some Agent Provocateur, heaven knows I do look a little different to most people (funny hair, covered in ink and wearing filthy clothes. ( My hands were clean)

Some people even think there is an invisible man in the sky who watches our every action and listens to our every word and made us in his own image. (Are you invisible and have these powers) i spoke to my neighbour yesterday and he is not invisible, he spoke to me so I guess he could see me as well.

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Religion and politics are in fact very similar they are largely based on lies and control. Frighten the people with hell fire and an invisible self created enemy and you are onto a winner, Now tell them you need their money and lots of it and you are made for life.

I am currently in the process of digging a hole for my pre formed pond to go into. Nobody said it would be easy in fact the sales person said it would be quite hard work. I believe them. This does not mean of course you ought think every sales man is straight and honest, just look at the ones in parliament and your local church. they are selling you a product just like they did to your parents, who sold the same thing to you.

Religion.. I would sooner choose the Chicken.

Things to do in COVID time.

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Recently I finished doing the pond and making it look nice, with wood chip on the ground and flowers all around. I even had dragon flies and Damsel flies and other kinds of Pond related bugs and beasties.

Before anybody starts worrying, no Frogs or Toads this year, However upon staring into the green depths of the not very big or deep pond I took the rash decision to move it and get something bigger. Baling the pond out with a bucket and subsequently digging a new hole out front, negotiating utilities, Gas and Electric pipes the new hole was dug and said pond ( it is a rigid pre-formed one) was duly installed and filled it is sitting there looking quite nice if not desolate, I have not planted anything in it or around it and have in the meantime been digging the worlds biggest hole to install a new 3×2 metre affair, which is I think the biggest hole I have ever dug. The next stage of the operation will be to level out the bottom ensure the depth is even all around and get the pond in the hole, this is after getting it through the house and across the garden negotiating various cats and other impedimenta.

I have this horrible feeling the other pond might be on the move again. (But not yet)

Other things j thinks I have been playing with Poodle spit ( paint stripper) I have been cleaning the doors up when resting from hole digging, the first door is due to be sanded off and will awaiting undercoating and top coating in due course. the waste pipe through which all the house hold nasties go to the drains is coming in for some close attention it is going to be cleaned up and re-painted something more pleasing with the whole surrounding area re-done and given a new lease of life. And finally the boring old paving slabs are going away to be replaced by nice round stepping stones across the garden and by the washing line, Jackie wants to help and I know she is a good hard worker, the trouble is she is still in the US and aside from painting and writing it can be quite boring and I have too much energy to know what to do with.

The angle of the photo does not do real justice to the depth of the hole and not having any shoes I do not want to go traipsing around in the sticky muck down there and take photos which has steep sides and is approx 8ocm deep in most places. This project is keeping my MH in check and I feel good if not a little sore at the end of each day, who needs a gym when you have a garden to play around in?

The old pond in the new site, which has bricks around it to bend the lip to conform to my needs. I may be getting rid of this in due course and filling the hole in. I suspect turfing the whole area will look a lot neater than it did and how it does at the moment which was a few weeks ago being used to burn brambles and bushes and things, which was rather good fun if not a little silly.