Dear Me

Posted on March 10, 2025 Posted in Memories, UncategorizedTagged 100 years old, Age, Ageing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1873, Health, Letter, Life, Memory, prediction, TimeLeave a comment

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Dear Me.

I’m surprised I’m still alive, I didn’t expect that!

After Trumps final impeachment the world turned upside down for a while, then the whole “asteroid” thing in ’32 gave us a real scare. It was then that the world rallied and instead of warring turned our nuclear missiles at “the BIG ROCK”. Luckily it was forced off course and is likely to pass out of the solar system in a few years.

After that? Well you know what happened, climate change, another pandemic. That takes us to today, my 80th birthday. Only twenty years till I might reach 100. I’m glad that new medication to cure various diseases has just been announced. I just hope they also rejuvenate people and turn back ageing. It’s strange to think in a few years time my body might be physically younger than I am now? Great that some dementia has been reversed too. Maybe I’ll have to work a 40 hour week when I reach the big 1OO! Life is strange. Good luck and look after my future self. Live long and prosper! Nanu Nanu!

Regards,

Yourself xxx

Catty

Posted on March 8, 2025 Posted in Cat, UncategorizedTagged Age, back and white cat, Cat, Life, Photo, Photodirector, Poem, Poetry, Sad, Tuxedo catLeave a comment

On my lap

Looking sweet

Purring happily

He looks so neat

Black and white

13 year old friend

He keeps me company

My heart he mends.

One day my joy

Will come to an end

I’ll be very sad,

my heart will rend.

Worry

Posted on February 4, 2025 Posted in Memories, UncategorizedTagged Age, Broken, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1838, illness memories, Life, Sadness, Time, wishes, YouthLeave a comment

How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?

I was going along, minding my own business, when things started to go wrong. You know that you want to carry on the same way as you have done for decades, but it’s impossible.

Life is a process of getting older, bits don’t exactly drop off, but they stop working properly. Illness and health can have a massive impact. Sometimes you can feel better, other times you feel worse and that causes problems and pressure to deal with.

Youth is a wonderful thing but it’s over so soon and we don’t appreciate it until its gone. The trouble is, if you enjoy your youth you might not last to see old age!

A hundred?

Posted on January 8, 2025 Posted in Memories, UncategorizedTagged Age, Art, bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-08, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1811, Health, Life, Time4 Comments

What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?

Old, not a word I dread, as long as my mind and body continue to work. I want to keep going. I don’t think there is anything after life, I seriously doubt it, so I want to be me for as long as I can.

Health is the problem. Co-morbidities are flung at me at a rapid rate. One thing or another to take tablets for, carefully balanced to keep me going. Unless the pharmacy can’t get my pills, they are out of stock, suppliers let them down. Almost every month there is a problem where I’m left owed something.

After all that I would like to leave a legacy of my art. I hope my paintings won’t get thrown out, maybe I can keep going for seberal more years. I will try.

Nativity, church window.

Posted on December 25, 2024 Posted in Memories, UncategorizedTagged Age, Art, Bethesda Chapel, christianity, Christmas, Stained glass, Stoke-on trent, TimeLeave a comment

This time of year is called Christmas and this stained glass window is in Bethesda chapel in Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent. It depicts Mary, mother of Jesus. I’m afraid the photo is a bit blurry and small, but it is one of my own pictures.

Around 2000 years ago stories were written of a tale of a child born to a virgin woman. The baby was visited by shepherds who were told to see the him by an angel. He was also visited by three Magi or King’s bringing gifts of gold, Frankincense and Myrrh. His family fled as refugees into Egypt to flee the massacre of innocent baby boys by Herods troops.

In later life, after performing miracles by looking after the poor and healing the sick, he was crucified by the Romans as a type of rebel, or freedom fighter, but he was trying to get people to love one another, care for each other, forgive each other’s sins.

The stories were collected into a book called the Bible and the new Religion called Christianity was born.

How do I feel?

Posted on November 21, 2024 Posted in Memories, Sketching, UncategorizedTagged Age, boggy, Cold, Description, Life, marshy, older, Sketching with words, Tired, WrinklesLeave a comment

How to describe how I feel at the moment? Cold, boggy, marshy. With a dollop of cat trying to cheer me up. Trying to keep my thirst topped up as a drizzle of germs escape my pores.

The cold is in my house, November is wet and drear now, the snow melting into puddles, possibly around my feet. A muddy, gritty, sloppy mess. My central heating works downstairs, but I can’t sleep in heat so the radiators remain off upstairs. The cats are clothed in fur so are OK. My clothes are warm enough with a brown dressingown to top it off. I need scrooge’s nightcap and a candle to make it perfect.

Hands increasingly wrinkled, my ribs a sheet of ice that crackles under the skin. Stretch too much and it pulls on the margin of the cartilage. I’m feeling my age, and slowly seeing it emerge from my mess of greying hair.

I don’t normally like to be too descriptive, but today I’ve just tried to give it a go.

Allez! Allez!

Posted on June 30, 2024 Posted in Memories, UncategorizedTagged Age, Cycling, Disease, Hubby, Loss, Memory, Race, Sadness, Tour de France2 Comments

Last year I watched the tour de France with my hubby. This year, for the first time in about 20 years I’m watching it on my own. It feels strange, no point in cheering on our favourites, no discussion about how Mark Cavendish will do. Just muttering ‘you would have loved this’ to his memory. I could switch it off, but I don’t want to. Tears will fall. I only got into cycling because of hubby. I miss him so much. He would be out cycling after this, a short ride to keep his legs going. He was over 70 and still enthusiastic. 70 isn’t old, he was young at heart. Disease not age took him from me. 😢😢

Digital play

Posted on May 16, 2024 Posted in Sketching, UncategorizedTagged Age, alteration, Digital art, Instagram, Photodirector app, Selfie, TiredLeave a comment

I’m looking a bit glum. I’m tired and got a headache. I know I’ve been overdoing things which is why I haven’t posted much here.

This was taken from a selfie, I tried giving myself a cartoon face but it looked bad so then I played with adding texture in photodirector. I layered another version of the selfie on top. Then I added more using Instagram tools. I’m smiling inside!

Hopefully still alive!

Posted on April 13, 2024 Posted in Fine Art, UncategorizedTagged 2061, Age, ambition, Art, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1907, Halleys comet, Life, SurvivingLeave a comment

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

I’m out of my studio, and I’ve lost my partner, but I don’t want to give upon life just yet. I’d like to future proof my life, make it more stable again. I don’t know how I’m going to do that but I’ve got to try.

I’ve always said I want to be around when Halleys Comet comes back. That’s not till 2061! I know it’s a big ambition to last such a long time, but why not? I’ve got to have some goal, yeah, the next ten years will be hard but I want to last longer than that!

Possible painting?

Posted on April 7, 2024 Posted in Memories, UncategorizedTagged Age, Buddlea, Cold, Erosion, History, Life, Memories, Ruins, spode works, Thinking, Time, WindowLeave a comment

There’s something fascinating about the old windows at Spode Works. I took this photo this week in my friend Amy’s studio. It looks out over the back of the ceramic halls that front onto Kingsway in Stoke. The dirt and grime is from the clay dust that still covers much of the site. The buildings are freezing in winter and stay cool in the summer, I think because of the thermal mass of the solid factory.

Time is gradually eroding and changing the structure of the buildings. Buddlea bushes have colonised one of the older parts of the factory and I wonder if they will make it crumble. It will feel strange not to go there anymore.

Mallaband-Brown

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