You lie flat,
Relaxed
Trying to stay cool
Purring out of sleep
Into a hot day
More sleep heals
Till you come down for breakfast.
Stretching
In memory
My mother died on midsummer day several years ago, I was there when she passed away…. I feel very sad today, all my recent losses have really got me down. I wish I could turn the clock back. I wish there was a way to speak to her, to ask her opinions, although we often disagreed, we had interesting discussions rather than full blown arguments. I painted this portrait before she died.
She was a strong and independent woman, she had to look after us when my Dad died. There are many sad memories about that part of my life too. But I think I’ve said enough.
Paint box
Over the years, when I had money, I would treat you to paint and brushes and canvases. The joy of buying a new colour or a metallic tint.
Now I’m retired I still have enough to keep going. I just hope I can maintain my manual dexterity. Parkinsons is a beast.
Almost done
Painting rough sea is hard. Especially as I don’t have a good reference image to work from. The headland, beach and castle need sorting out. The ground is grassy but again the photo I’m using is not very clear. I’ll take a final picture when I’m done. Taking longer than I used to because of my Parkinsons disease. Acrylic on canvas.
Headache
Just like that my heads banging
No warning
Thudding
Long time since I had one.
Tired neck
Aching eyes
Need sleep
Need food
Symptoms of fatigue
Let me know when
I can sleep
Deep
And painless and quiet.
Hanging baskets
My hanging baskets arrived today and were carefully hung by my sister. She had transported them from a country nursery squashed in the back of her car.
They are all very well grown and cost a bit more than I intended. But they certainly make me smile. Now I’ve got to work out how to water them without falling over or soaking myself, wish me luck!
Burglar
Red haired, wearing a striped coat. Creeps in when I’m not looking, steals food and plays with my fur babies toys.
Very vocal when challenged, shouts and screams, but calms down when spoken to quietly. Believed to be a local resident but I don’t know their address and no identification produced when challenged.
May be trying to be a squatter?
Commemorate
I’ve got the proportions wrong, but it was hard to see through my tears as I painted him. Symbol of deep and lasting friendship. I know he won’t be back. One last sleep, nested somewhere in the garden. His heart strings jerked out of tune and failing. No medication for days, no chance of surviving. My greif is astounding.
My last cat
Maybe I’m too old for them?
Have I used all my 9 lives?
I’ve cared for more than 9 cats in my life.
Lost them all over the years?
To finally end with one?
I want more
More companions
More company
Something to talk to
Something that has the ability to love back.
This lady is loving
But also aloof
Does her own thing
Plays, pounces, zooms….
Choir sketch
I was at the village hall finding out about what groups were doing there (woodcarving, yoga, slimming world, writers group, theatre, and more) when a flash mob of choir members came in singing the Spice girls song “if you want to be my lover” in a really choral way. All their voices were beautifully integrated. They were called ” In Harmony” and really were.
As they sang I sketched them, I did a biro drawing in my notebook. I could only draw their backs because of where I was sitting. I showed them the drawing and they were very pleased. I’m so glad I have this talent.
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