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

A clock that is stopped is right twice a day

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..

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!

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.

Karma?

Recently….

Someone explain… First my car broke, now the water supply to the bathroom is bust. I had a flood on Sunday. And my fridge is freezing things, my microwave is on the way out, my hoover stopped working, and today my oil heater conked! Plus I had to sort out my phone… And the fence blew over..
I said I don’t mind having bad luck.. But this is ridiculous! Things must get better soon..

Random…

Random memories

Random memories get at me… things only he used to do.. Why is the drill on top of the cupboard out of my reach? Did he know the answer to that university challenge question? I don’t recognise the different types of steam trains and can’t ask.. Long gone memories surface. What was his opinion about the latest political issues? 43 years then gone.. Lost, only in my memory…

He is still in my minds eye, a little corner of my brain grips tight and holds on.. He won’t go without a fight, and I don’t want to argue with him.

He would have been annoyed today, the  pump sprang a leak in the airing cupboard and when I came downstairs there was half an inch of water on the floor…. Now I’ve got just one cold water tap and the kettle… But he would have sorted it out….

I miss him…