Wibbld wobble
Tyoenig with a
Shakey Arm.
The phone wibbled
As I tye
I’m not goikng to.
Correct what
I type.
Shaking and vibratung
How do i catcb
Tye letters as
They dance under
My fi get?
Spend agrs
Correcring
Grrr!
Shakey Arm typing
The vets
Today has been busy. My cat came home at 3am, his legs and mouth had some sort of tarry substance on them. He came in and drank water for about ten minutes, then I wiped his eyes and mouth and legs gently to remove some of whatever was on him. I even trimmed some fur off his tail because it was so gummy.
Today I had a good look at him, one of his eyes looked strange and he was still very thirsty so I took him to the vets.
I found out he has an ulcer on one eye and he has damaged his mouth possibly from trying to bite through or on something. He’s lost a lot of weight too. We still don’t know where he’s been. Tonight he’s on a drip at the vets but he should then be able to come home. I hope he will be OK.
He’s Back!
He’s back! Came in 3am, very thirsty, covered in dirt. Smells of smoke? I’ve looked him over, now cleaning him gently. Will take him down the vets in the morning for a check over but I just want him to rest now.
He’s really dirty. I think he must have been stuck somewhere. He’s a bit whezy so I’ll take him to the vets later…
Dusty hands
I saw this and had to take photo of it. Its tucked in a corner and I’m afraid the dust and cobwebs had descended on it. It’s a photo experiment of my hubbies hands from the 1970’s? Funny what you find when you are rummaging in and around things. I know I’ve got too much ‘stuff’.
Passion flower
Suddenly there was a passionflower in the garden. She didn’t know where it had come from. Could it have been planted there by a bird? A squirrel? She knew she hadn’t planted it… At least she thought she knew…
A week later she was pottering in the yard. A beautiful lily caught her eye. Again she racked her mind, thought back to spring? It might have been in a bag of bulbs she had bought? It was early autumn. Too long ago to remember.
Over the next few weeks new plants appeared in her borders. Beautiful flowers and plants. Expensive plants. The gate was locked at night, and she only went out occasionally in the day. Was she being stalked…?
The revelation of who was doing the planting came late one Friday evening. She was having a drink with an old school friend. As she sipped her red wine she told her about the plants popping up in the garden.
Her friend blushed and smiled. Oh dear, she said. I’d better tell you. My garden is full, too full. I decided to spread plants out to my friends gardens, you, Jackie, Maude and Sisley.
Well it started as a bit of a joke, but once I realised I could push through the hedge down the bottom of the garden? Well I just kept coming back. I hope you enjoyed the plants? I should stop!
Don’t you dare! I love them. I was spooked, but now I appreciate the surprise. Thank you. Keep going, its fun.
Art lunch
Abstract strawberry and drawing of a strawberry. Done at an art lunch my friend organised at the warehouse at Etruria Industrial Museum. Just a chance to meet up with some artists I haven’t seen for months. It was good to see them in the flesh!
What to do next? Think about getting involved with community groups, I’m not good at networking so this is a good thing for me. It gets me to think about my artistic life.
Purring cat
While I miss one of my cats, I still have to look after the other two. They want attention. Jumping up to see us. But neither are as ‘touchy feely’ as the missing one. A little cuddle and they are off. To get food and drink. To mooch about on the stairs or outside. My heart strings are being pulled left and right.
I miss my old boy cat….
Installation frustration
Three hours wasted!
I had to buy a new printer/scanner because I couldn’t get the ink for my old one. So I thought I’d upgrade.
Big mistake! I started reading the instructions, popped in the disc to upload the new info. Then I put paper in and opened up the printer to install the inks. So far so good…
But, I clicked on a link on the screen and wondered why the WiFi setting on the printer looked like my old printer control screen? Still I did what it said and then decided to try and print. You guessed, there was an error linking up the computer and the scanner.
OK, I decided to link it up with a USB cable because the WiFi appeared not to be working. No joy. So I read the instructions a bit more and you had to press a WSP button on your router to get the computer to pick up the signal. I came downstairs and found the button. Pressed it, so it flashed. Back upstairs… Signal strength not strong enough. So I looked at the instructions, went back a few pages and set it for USB again, and working offline.
Then, I looked at the instructions again. Why was it showing the old control panel??!!
I realised that the disc had not whirred, it hadn’t installed. I’d wasted two hours! So, feeling foolish, I booted it up.. It said do this and that (already done) then do something else, yes, done. OK it seemed to be working. I checked the printer pattern. The printer whirred and a sheet of paper came out… Blank! Invisible ink? I tried cleaning the printer head. Nothing. I took the ink cartridges out. Their bases were pierced and I could hear ink sloshing… Strange. I rang the shop. They didn’t know what was happening so I said I would go back in the morning.
So.. I have a printer with ink, that is linked to the computer. But despite three hours, it won’t print, there is ink and paper, but the ink isn’t flowing!
Grrr, I want to print leaflets about my cat… And I’m stuck.
Broccolli
Tuesdays #bandofsketchers prompt was vegetable. I looked at broccolli, the fractal sort where it spirals into points. But I just could not draw it. So I decided to draw the normal stuff with a knife to cut it.
Discussing memories
Memories blur
Like old photos
Frosted glass
You can’t see clearly
Stains on your mind
From painful memories
The edges curl up
Fade and twist
What you remember
Might not be true
People say things
Imply things
Change the way you think
Without understanding
Without caring
To fit their stories
Making their lives better
At your expense.
Go out and hold
Your memories tight
Save them like
Green shield stamps
To pay the ferryman
Later…
