What did he hear?
Ears pricked, sitting up
Staring into the kitchen.
Another cat
Staring back
Looking at him, waiting
Eating the food
I put down for mine
Cheeky puss cat
Grinning!
Always alert
Garden centre blues
I went to the garden centre today, it was crammed with lots of colourful flowers and I wanted to fill a trolley with lots of plants to put in the garden like I do every year. But this year is different. I am not strong enough to lift and carry compost, to fill the pots, I don’t think I should walk around the garden incase I fall, I want to do something, but my friend who would help is ill. I’m going to try and ask another friend to help out. Wish me luck. I still want a beautiful display.
Time
Time ticks for all
Fast or slow, time passes.
Tempus fugit when you’re having fun
Unwind in the morning and relax
The world is turning slightly faster every day
Circadian rhythms control moods
Tired and sleepy night time beckons
Time loses us sometimes…
Infinity pools together..
Done
Been to the vets
Now he’s back home,
Lying in the sun.
Anaesthetics worn off
Two teeth removed
No more pain
But antibiotics resume
The joy of recovery
Time to get well.
Hopefully healing
Happy again.
My friend painted this
I really like this, my friend Julie painted this sign for part of the scenery for the play we are doing in May. It definitely gives a feeling of rusty metal, although it’s just painted in acrylics on a piece of cardboard. She’s definitely given it a spooky feel.
Time for a poem…
Washed by the sea
Spun by the tide
Attached to a rope
No where to hide
Grow as a colony
Rinced with wet salt
Water gives life
Cleaning and filtering
Making a home….
Brown and green paint
Look what I found rooting around in a carrier bag, two large tubes of brown and green paint that were needed for the treetrunks we have made for the play.
Not a bad find at 2.30am last night. I’ve got so much art equipment and supplies that I have accrued over several years. I really need to try and sort it all out.
It’s a bad trait sometimes, I’m like a kid in a sweetie shop, I can’t resist!
Should we?
We were rehearsing for our play that we are putting on in May this afternoon. The director decided to have a chat about whether to continue. We have two weeks to go. We had a couple of people drop out and we’ve already postponed it once because of health issues. In actual fact we have been doing really well. But doubts are creeping in and we needed to steady nerves.
I suggested that if we pulled the play now people might walk away from it. We’ve put a lot off effort into the scenery and props and it would be sad to see it not go ahead.
People agreed to doubling up on a couple of characters, adding two more rehearsals and the director willmdo some coaching.
Break a leg!
Scenery
Turning a bookcase into a rock…
Hours of work. Today I finished painting the back of the bookcase to turn it into a rock that goes in front of a creepy cave…. My friend covered the spell books and added the skull and hand to the bookcase side. .
It took me three hours to paint the rocky surface with many rests and sitting down to get my strength back. I’m shattered.
Sheepish
Courtesy of my friend…
I like the swirls that make up the wool on the stone sculpture. It’s funny how patterns affect me. I get bored of plain, sleek lines, but I don’t like overly fussy patterns either. Greek Key patterns, yes, and Paisley patterns, and spirals. But if the shapes are disjointed, like things are either too big or small, then I’m not as keen on it.
I also like the black and white filter on the picture, it makes the picture bolder. The bright sunlight bleaching out some of the detail adds to the effect.
Mallaband-Brown 