The Dalai Lama and the hangover from hell

Autobiographical

The last couple of days have been spent not doing very much, yesterday was taken up with nursing the hangover from hell and feeling lousy. J also enjoyed the after effects of drinking too much, we are both now having a break for at least a day, tomorrow is yet to arrive. Today has been spent being productive and tidying stuff, fixing J’s study room up, hanging pictures and clearing floor space. Now I have some boxes to stuff in the attic and find something else to do, I may even play with the website a bit more. Or does the kitchen need more attention, whatever happens there is a long list of stuff to be getting on with.

J sat me down and we watched a doc on The Dalai Lama together, this was during and after eating lunch, we are saving the rest for later.( The doc that is, not the lunch) The rest of the afternoon/evening looks to be a lazy one, taking things easy and doing some simple stuff. I may even paint, though what exactly remains to be seen.

It has been a thoroughly dull, grey day today and it would be nice to see the sunshine again. Though that is unlikely to happen today.

Blue Skies and Cat Bites

Autobiographical

We have an unwanted visitor who pops around from time to time and causes upset, he upsets the children and today He attacked me. I know have several bloody puncture wounds in my arms and shoulder, happily the thing did not go for my face. Half of me know wants to get an air gun and shoot the bugger another half wants to do something else. The decent part says throw water, at the bugger and that will soon put it off any more visiting. Cats do not like water they especially dislike the stuff being thrown over them, even less when it is cold and snowy outside. I do not think a cat trap is practical, simply because our three will wonder into it to eat the bait, they are all greedy so and so’s you see. Half of me still thinks I could do better with a rifle, the other half is kicking me for having sold it.

Today the sun is shining and the sky is blue, it is actually a rather beautiful day, we may even go for a walk later on. School work is looming and interspersed with little bits of this and that, it is slowly getting done. The bottles are being washed through and are now soaking, they will soon be sterilised and then the home brew can be bottled up and put away. The space under the stairs will soon be groaning with box loads of the stuff. One day we may even drink it. We may even run find our ‘wine cellar’ needing to be extended in the future, though Dog knows how that will work. One day we may even get around to drinking some of it.

UPDATE:

The shoulder now aches like nobodies business. The Grey cat is now in more trouble that it can ever imagine.

Covid at Christmas

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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

GREY SKIES AND GREYER MOODS

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

So the reading through stuff and editing things has commenced, J reads them out and I cringe. My grammar is something special and the ADHD thing kind of makes things interesting, a bit like tearing up a novel and rearranging the pages in a new order. Making for a whole host of unlimited twists to the plot. The sun is out today, the sky is blue and at least one cat is outside sunning itself. Lunch was tasty and we are both content. painting never got started yesterday, I stayed with the writing. Something about the twelve Apostles, though whether it stays in it’s current form form for much longer is questionable as it may well end up being utilised in something else. No doubt I will be asking J to go through stuff, correcting, editing and making recommendations. Her expertise is greatly appreciated, she has yet to decipher my hand writing. I have yet to decipher my handwriting!

School work is coming along well, I don’t think I have done so much note taking since my school days and for some reason I can read my writing here. We went for a walk today and I applied for a job, nothing fancy, it’s a stress free and easy position, Plus I know the work which is even better. Right now I am slightly stuck for what to write about and am going to give the other writing a break for the time being and maybe tackle another subject. The current Grey weather is not helping my mood and J has a little black Dog yapping around her heels which is not nice, I hope our next walk out will yield a stick and we can get rid of the thing. I love animals but not this thing, it dribbles, smells and is generally tiresome, saying that J really wants a Chihuahua, though probably not a black one.

Grey skies and Bach

Autobiographical

We were planning on going out for a walk in the local park today, the weather got in the way so we went to the dump instead. It was closed and we came home again. J made some lunch and we ate. Riveting stuff. Because of my fast paced and action packed lifestyle I wish to write about something relaxing and easy going now and looking through my folder (one of several) I realise that to do anything from here would require patience, time and a lot of questioning, my handwriting sometimes has a lot to be desired and that is what makes the whole thing so joyful. I really ought get done and type up more of this stuff, somebody might even read some of it.

Now that would be awesome. What if I were to publish it? Let me do the writing up of it all first, in the meantime and whilst I have a clear head I shall go do some painting and regulate my day out some more, like I had planned before J came home. There is a whole host of subjects available to work from. Everything from Alcohol to porn. (A whole load of writing on that) Erm what else? Oh Jesus, Sex dolls and their various attributes. A bunch of stuff on my former employment as a salesman, A massive missive to an ex, though I think that can wait for another day and another letter to an imaginary person written when I ought to have been smearing gravy browning on ‘Chocolate cakes’ Something else about a Govt sponsored job club I was obligated to attend, but only managed twice, cause it was shite and the third time I was supposed to g I found some magic mushrooms in the park which were far more interesting. What I am saying is I have a whole bunch of stuff available to work from even the crap poems I wrote and the two pages on immoderate language and swearing, which was another job club thing. More alcohol stuff. The electricity poem is quite good fun. (I Think it is) J would have a fine time, if I asked her to write this lot up, though I suspect half the time would be taken up with : what is this word? or who was this person?

A folder full of creative writing

Oh Jeez, my handwriting does something awful and goes very small, maybe I was saving ink. There is also something going back almost thirty years here, though that is already typed up and I can read it easily enough. Sadly and probably just as well, the poem about the Brown Trout is missing. Making things easier, I shall probably start with what’s already on the computer and work from there. There is a lot I know and it all needs to be dealt with in it’s way, most of it is quite palatable, with plentiful mentions of politics and other contentious subject matter, though topics such as sex, religion and others may well crop up from time to time. Have you been watching the US election happenings/ I tried not to but with J being American it was hard not to. I won’t wish Mr. Biden luck or anything, he has quite enough to be getting on without my meddling in his affairs. Though why would anyone ever want such a Dogawful job beats the shit out of me, though he could have done worse and wound up in retail.