I just unlocked some grief, from long ago. It was hidden deep, the reason why I don’t buy many clothes and shoes for myself.
Why I feel guilt, and hurt, sad to be left behindy by my dad.
Father died and we had nothing but his bequest to buy clothes for his funeral. That set up the guilt, Mom needed the money more than us. But she insisted, we had to be smart. Look nice. To choose our own outfits. I think that has always stayed with me. Grief and guilt mixed into a behaviour. Still sad now all these years later.
Just found this sketch in my bag. I was trying to explain to my hubby that we had a metal net type thing, two hemispheres of mesh that close up and clip together to hold the tea in. It’s like an old fashioned tea bag. Maybe this is something people could start using again. It would save on paper and you could put just the right amount of tea in just for you……..
The only trouble is I can’t find the darned thing!
I just decided to look at my stats at WordPress for this year. It’s surprising how many people from so many countries have taken a look at my page. Some of them are only one or two views. I hope people like what I write. I try and write about a broad range of subjects because I’m interested in such a lot of things. I try and write clearly and if I have an explanation for something I will try and include it. I had a good general education but you won’t find me writing about pop music or astrology. I don’t know much about cars or trains, but I will have a go at most things. I do try dabbling in poetry. It seems to help clear my mind. But most of all I’m an artist. I like experimenting with art and some of it turns out OK.
To people following me I want to say thank you. I do try and follow back and although I don’t always have time to look or comment it is good to be part of this community.
Slither, slink, shuffle, slip, slide, glide, gliding, snaking along the ground, writhing, side to side. Your scales patterned like strange jewels. You sniff with your tongue, viper split, sensing the air.
A tube of muscle, constrictor or viper with poison bite. Fangs deep in my flesh pierce my heart. Cobra or mamba, rattler or adder. Bringer of fear to some.
One plant is doing really, the other is partly dying off. I wonder if its too shaded out. I’m going to move it into a brighter place.
Anyway one of them is covered with blueberries which are starting to ripen, the other has a few flowers on it. I might also clear the slate off the top of the pots to allow the compost to breathe a bit more.
I managed to delete photos from my WordPress account so I can now post new ones. Thanks to my friend for helping and explaining how to do it.
I deleted over 10%, so if you look back at some of my old posts there may not be images to accompany them. At least it means I can avoid upgrading my account and also save a bit of money.
So… Posts and more posts to come