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Old eye, still looks out. No one can remember it’s youth like I. He still has the sparkle, the strength, despite the depth of flesh. Sometimes gentle, sometimes proud. He reminds me of am ambassador, so aloof.
My hubby, old flesh, heart still beats gently. I’m still in love with him, even with his mad thoughts. If it was a previous age he would have been a warrior king. Not always right, but always strong.
Just did a quick digital sketch called ‘scent’, trying to use the text tool and symmetry tool on my sketchbook app. It’s a bit pale, maybe to subtle? Sundays #bandofsketchers prompt was smell.
Shapes on the cat tree and next to it. Suddenly becoming more interesting with the silhouettes and pale flowers outside. Almost like a solarized photo. I like the way some of the shapes have a darkened edge ariubd them. Quite abstract.
The weekend before last was lovely, we went out with an art group and enjoyed visiting am old house. I walked round the grounds despite having a sore foot, it made climbing slopes difficult but I was OK.
When we got home the car door swung shut on my other leg. The wind had caught it and the corner of the door sliced into my calf muscle slightly, it bled but I put a dressing on it and it seemed OK.
THEN, I was walking upstairs a couple of days later, something seemed to snap in my bad foot. I rang the doctors and they said ring an ambulance. Which I did. They said it wasn’t broken and there was nothing to do but weight bear on my bad foot. Hubby even bought me crutches so I can hobble about. At that stage my other leg still seemed fine, I even got the paramedics to look at it. But over the last couple of days it’s started to weep. I don’t know what to do. Hubby says it looks a bit messy but I can’t see round the side. I will ring the doctors in the morning.
Life is strange. I’ve gone from being the carer to being cared for. Which means I can’t do things for myself like cooking and cleaning, but I have to give hubby instructions. I feel like my head will explode with frustration. I don’t know if the doctors can help. I can’t drive anywhere or even get out of the house down the step. Oh I’m fed up!
Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
What uninteresting story can I write about? I still like reading newspapers so that means I can find something uninteresting if I look hard enough. But then my sense if humour kicks in amd I will see the silly side of the story.
Most online stuff seems to be click bait. Stuff that you click on and the article has nothing to do with the headline and you are dragged off to some advert about bitcoin.
So finding something was hard, but a clue to something came from my hubby. I asked him if he had seen anything interesting. He then proceeded to tell me about an article in his monthly magazine from Apedale light railway. He told me about a well tank. (a steam engine with a tank of water between the frame of it instead of outside like a saddle tank).
He said the engine was called Stanhope and it was found sunk in a swamp in Africa where it had slid off its rails. It was rescued and restored and brought back to the UK.
So the story is entirely uninteresting to me. I like steam trains, but the story does not enthrall me. But it interests hubby, so I guess the point is the old saying, one man’s meat is another man’s poison.
Facebook memories from 10 years, ago. The yard was much near we, and sunnier as the hedge, at the back wasn’t as overgrown. I love all the colours that were growing there then. When I’m back in my feet I must take new pictures
There is a virtual festival of cycling on TV in the UK. The cycling is mainly taking place in Glasgow. The cycling games are on for 11 days till next weekend.
I have never seen so many ways to use bicycles as I have over the last couple of days. Road races, madison racing, time trials, track cycling. BMX freestyle, BMX racing, artistic cycling? then there is a type of football using bikes. I can’t believe how at versions of using cycles there are.
I am amazed at the skills on show and the fact that paracycling is included has added to the spectacle and has improved the understanding of the crowds and viewers of cyclists with physical and or mental disabilities. It’s a wonderful example of how sport can be integrated. Very cool.
List 30 things that make you happy.
1 icecream
2 chocolate icecream
3 strawberry ice cream
4 toffee icecream
5 mint choc chip icecream
6 lemon sorbet
7 raspberry sorbet,
8 Lime sorbet
9 Strawberry sorbet
10 choc ice
11 grape juice
12 blackcurrant juice
13 pancakes with sugar and lemon juice
14 omelette
15 beans on toast
16 decaff coffee
17 Sunday roast
18 library books
19 science fiction
20 ceramics
21 ornaments
22 paintings
23 curry
24 Chinese food
25 Greek honey
26 hummus
27 olives
28 salad
29 fish and chips
30 Birthday cards
Why list 30 things? What if none of them make me happy. I’ve just chosen mainly food because it’s easy to list. Not much effort needed, and it’s not disclosing much about me. I might like things on the list, it doesn’t mean I eat them all the time!
Crackers, cheese, butter, banana.
No vegetables, no other colours
No salad, tomatoes, cucumber, lettuce?
Not tempting, maybe tasty?
Cheese is salty, crackers are salty.
Not sure if I should eat the banana
Butter is salted.
I’m thirsty!
Give me time
I’ll try and teach him
Meanwhile? Yum?
Wandering backwards and forwards on crutches to the bathroom and my armchair. I can’t help remembering when I was younger. We would set out on a cycle ride or a walk. We used to visit the North of Manchester, around the pennines. Into Wales and see spectacular mountains. Up to Yorkshire and around Ingleborough. Up steep slopes on our bikes then down one long winding valley that took us seven miles back down to our campsite (I was pleased with my map reading that day).
Being ill or injured is difficult. I can’t ignore it, but I guess I have to be a patient patient! But I want to do simple things like washing up. When I can support my weight I will, then cook, the eventually I will have to tidy up, hubby is trying, but he doesn’t quite get organisational ideas. Like putting shopping in the fridge safely! Or how to cook chicken when you have never done it in your life! Time heals I guess.
I wish I was out and about, that I could just stand at the sink and do the washing up. But I guess it’s less than five days since I pulled a ligament in my foot and about eight since the car door slammed into my other leg and cut a hole in it.
Mallaband-Brown