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.
Now almost recovered from the cat bite, except it itches and the bruising is still prominent, everything is pretty good. We have tidied up J’s room a bit, and she now has a pleasant space in which to rest and do her stuff. She is being required to do a self Covid test which involves sticking a something up her nose and then tickling her tonsils, the whole idea gives me the creeps, J feels the same. She has had a lot on her plate of recent and is pretty stressed, so we are going to take each other for a walk out today and enjoy the sunshine for a while. J does not like the Covid testing thing, she gagged loads and thinks it is awful.
Covid aside, the sun is out today after early rain and Lulu the cat is sunbathing on the windowsill in front of me. Life must be grand being a cat, a life of almost indescribable laziness having staff at your beck and call answering to your every Meeow and spending almost your entire day asleep. The life of a cat sounds good, they even get to bite people and get away with it. (Sometimes) The Grey cat has been lucky so far, I have only chased and shouted at it so far having been handicapped by lack of shoes and missiles, it watched me with contempt and a little trepidation and climbed over the fence into next door.
I think I will be doing some more school work this afternoon, studying filth, disease and general nastiness and death in Victorian England. You can almost smell the stinks being described as you read the words. I will try not to complain about the sewage works again. (though they really stink) Ship breaking looks an awful trade and is highly dangerous, I know this cause I spent a couple of hours watching docs on it. Though it does look exciting and probably beats working in a supermarket. Anything beats working in a supermarket, apart from being a sewerage inspector maybe. I am glad and happy to be an artist and blogger, though a little bit of me, still wants to visit a ship breaking yard.
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.
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.
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 that is Christmas done for another year, thank Dog for that. I can go back to eating Chocolates, stuffing balls and Brussel Sprouts and feel none the worse for it. Unlike previous years, there was no anxiety on Christmas day, just two overfed forty somethings each doing their own thing, whilst enjoying each others company. I guess it is now time, to get back to a normal life: Writing, painting and school work all stuff to keep my head occupied and my hands busy. The devil can find someone else to play with. I think I shall start writing again on Monday, though in reality, I am already hard at work, turning thoughts and ideas into cohesive solid and sometimes structured sentences. J, I am sure will do the editing side of things and tell me I write about one subject too much.
Somebody I know has the Covid, for all their behaviour it serves them right and karma has come back to bite them on the bum. j and I are staying home as much as possible but we ran out of Bagels today and rather than face rioting and grumpiness I went and bought some. I always ask the Universe (nature) to cleanse me when I come out of shops, with a stiff breeze etc. Like I protect myself before going in, wearing a mask at all times despite it annoying my nose and smelling funny. I am bad enough with colds and cannot be bothered with the Covid thing, the whole test procedure sounds beastly, as does standing around at some testing station. At times like this I am actually rather glad to be self employed and not have a proper job. I like taking tea breaks when I want them, not having managers looking over my shoulder is also great. I am my own best manager.
I have to disappear soon, go make tea, wash plates and stuff. Maybe I shall eat cold Brussel Sprouts, dipped in gravy followed by Parsnips a la custard. I must call call in our youngest who is six, has a mind all of his own and no sense of discipline. Neither of us have no idea what to say to him or how to discipline him, You see he is a cat.
So Christmas is once again on our doorsteps and there is a we have a great conjunction between Jupiter and Saturn. The first time this has happened in 615 years, the COVID has mutated (if you believe the media and govt.) and our politicians are a bunch of liars. ( We know this because there lips move)
Actually Christmas has now been cancelled for many people and we are being forced to go out and dig the fields. Brexit means we will soon have bugger all on our shelves and the weather is lousy. The good news? You tell me…Actually there is plenty, you just have to look for it and not despair too much when you cannot find any. The sun is shining and you are alive, that is what matters. If you cannot get to see family for xmas and think you have it rough, consider this instead. One hundred years ago or so, people spent Christmas living in holes in the ground, with mud, rats, Lice, freezing cold and being shot at. Think about that, you actually have it rather easy.
Right now, the sky is a wonderful blue hue, it is also a bit on the cold side. At least the grey, wet business of the last couple of days has gone away. Other stuff. J is having a snooze right now, we might be going for a walk later on and get some fresh air, otherwise it is a day of relaxing at home and avoiding shops, people and the Covid in all its new and varied forms. We are enjoying our first of many Christmas’ together.
I would like to take this opportunity to wish each and every one of you, who has come to this site in 2020 a very merry Christmas
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.