Dull

View from kitchen window 6.30am

In a country that often gets more than its fair share of rain, today is rather dull, overcast, wet and windy.

It’s also flipping wet, raining cats and dogs, dark over Bills mothers house, persisting it down, good weather for ducks.

Other phrases spring to mind. If its not raining yet just wait five minutes… A bit damp, mizzling, drizzling, raining stair rods, blowing a gale, blowing a hooly, damp. Stormy, showery.

I’m sure there’s more, just can’t remember them all! Have a good day, stay safe, and if you do go out take a brolly and wellies!

Which holidays?

How do you celebrate holidays?

There are holidays and holy days? Some countries have more of one sort than the other. It depends on where you live.

It also depends on what your religion is, if you have one.

Some holidays are based on Saints days, like St Patrick’s day in Ireland, St Nicholas around the world, many different saints in Christian countries, prophets in others.

Other holidays are based on different deities. From Hindu to Buddhist, Zoroastrianism, Islam, Judaism, they all have holidays, some are celebrated by multiple religions, others are unique to one clique of one subdivision of a religion.

I celebrate Christmas and Easter, but as I’m not a strong believer I do not go into it deeply, I just appreciate the history of the celebration and possibly attend a service at our local church. But I am not intensely involved.

Holidays, as in travelling, or visiting other towns and cities IS something I truly celebrate. With the Covid infection, cost of living crisis and other problems I rarely get time to take a real holiday. As a pet owner, the time we can spend away is limited, I cannot afford to put my pets into accommodation, so we only stay away for short breaks.

So that’s my holiday celebrations, a bit sparse, but I enjoy what I can.

Overcast seaside

Another painting of the Devon coastline. This is an old photo and I don’t know if I painted it in dark tones or if it was taken in a dark area. The headland in the distance gives you an idea of Devons rolling hills. It’s similar in Cornwall, hills that are rounded, climbing up to the moors. Dartmoor and Exmoor being two of them. Also in the foreground you can see golden sands surrounded by the dark jagged rocks that you see at many of the coves in the two counties. I hope I can visit again soon.

Lots of mistakes

Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.

I guess the worst thing I ever did was to burn a cake! I took the risk of making it up as I went along, but I didn’t think of the oven temperature. I set it at has mark 7 and cooked it for an hour. More than slightly crispy even after I cut the outside layer off.

That’s why it’s good to follow a recipe. You can learn from your mistakes. But once you have the basic idea THEN you can add your own twist. But remember not to over spice things. Especially if you know nothing about chilli and the varying types that you can get. I also didn’t know about deseeding them and not to touch your eyes if you have chilli on your hands!

One meal I wasn’t responsible for was a chicken casserole. I left my hubby detailed instructions and friends came round to enjoy the meal (not). I didn’t realise that he would translate my clove of garlic into a BULB of garlic. Not a pleasant meal!

Hidden faces

My mind is full of ideas balled up like elastic bands wrapped together. They are bouncing all over the place. The feeling of faces watching me as I struggle through them. A crowd of amorphous figures that slide in and out of focus.

How to describe where I went to create this digital sketch. Pushing the boundaries a little more. It is also about how I am feeling tonight

Am I being too verbose? I’m experimenting with how to describe things, trying to be more thoughtful instead of simply explaining. It’s interesting to try and change how I think. Making the words more poetic. But trying to make sense too….

Into the light

The pulse has gone, all is lost. Communication has ended. A dull drone at the end of the phone. A murmuring has slowly died away. No more heat. Soulless sadness. I had to write.

I see your face, but can’t recall it, only imagination holds you in place. Anniversary gone, I must face my own troubles. But I look in the mirror and see your face, then you walk away into the distance, into the light… My sister, goodbye.