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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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.

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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.

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To say we are living in Interesting times would be an understatement. I do not think I have ever spent so much time on virtual lock down since I was put in  isolation during my school days, and that was due to the punitive regime in force, not any contagion or disease. You could say Public (private) school taught me  a couple of valuable life lessons, the other being making use of whatever it is you have at hand and occupying every moment you have with something to prevent madness setting in.

If you are lucky enough to live by yourself like I am and are by nature a bit of an introvert then you may well know where I am coming from, for someone who likes his dinner at a regular time and would rather go to the library than out clubbing I am in my element. I have the cats, The garden, my art and the laptop. Bingo! my only complaint is I am rather low on the Pasta front so may have to go out and look for some in the next couple of days.

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Throughout this last week of shutting myself away, the weather has been kind and the sun has shone. Despite the cold breeze it has been nice and I am glad it has not been wet and grey cause that would be no fun whatsoever. Some good news I started doing my annual planting of the seeds a few years ago with the idea, that some of them will turn into food, I now have baby plants sticking their heads up through the soil. The kitchen windowsill is working its magic again. I am using Greenhouse magic as well, but Beans  and Peas take a little longer. Everything is well wrapped up in Muslin so ought be snug and warm, the sun shall do the rest.

J is doing well and bearing her load with the fortitude and resilience of her people, she is in safe hands and we speak several times a day. She is largely absent of the news at the moment, so we laugh about politicians and family members instead.

Meanwhile I must give thanks for my continuing good health, my international dialling card and the multitude of stuff I can occupy myself with until such a time when things get back to normal, or should I say Less interesting.