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How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?
Yes, this is me
Getting on
Getting older
My mind thinks I’m 25
Not 40 years older!
How to describe?
Straggly grey hair
A blob of a nose
Thin lips
A prominent chin
Not many wrinkles
Small eyes
Usually behind glasses…
Short
Lumpy and dumpy
Worn out
Thoughtful.
With some of the other actors in the scene.
The character Alice Beech, far right of photo, sings a wonderful mezzo soprano piece about inheriting Molly Leighs cottage, that the villagers and vicar are all gossiping about the two woman’s relationship. And laments the loss of Molly.
Part of her getting the cottage obliged her to make 46 penny loaves every week to look after the “poor, the widows” basically the needy of the parish. Three townsfolk visit her as she sings. One is Winifred who is very nosy and wants to know whether Alice has “seen anything, anything strange?” since she moved in. She is ignored and just handed the loaves. Then Lily, a widow, visits and is given a few extra loaves. Finally a young woman visits for just one penny loaf. She tells Alice she doesn’t have to pretend, she understands. And that she is a friend.
The singing by Alice is lovely and written using the “Devils interval” a discordant chord which is a Tritone (six semitones) it causes an unsettled feeling in the music.
My Cat started breathing fast this evening. I’d taken him to the vets yesterday and he was fine. They gave him some meds but I don’t think this is anything to do with this. I think he might have a fur ball. He sounded a bit wheezy before his breathing changed. After about an hour things have settled down and he is sleeping.
I rang the vets office anyway and they said they would call me back. I dare not drive to the emergency vets because of my Parkinsons and cataracts. They are on the other side of the city and I don’t want to put him or me at risk. So I’ll stay up with him and take him down my local vets in the morning.
It’s frightening when you live on your own and things go wrong. If I can’t rely on myself I’m in trouble. Age and the aging process is a pain.
I’m waiting, with some trepidation, to have eye surgery to remove a cataract.
When will I see you again?
Will you see me?
Patched like a pirate,
Hidden from my view,
Two dimensional,. Everything…
Lost vision
Hope I’m patched up
Soon…
How would you describe yourself to someone?
Oh and an artist, a singer, enthusiastic about caring for people. Thoughtful, enjoys science, and thrillers, and fantasy, and sci-fi. Cat lover, cat mother. Not too well, but surviving. I don’t know when to relent and let myself rest. I’m stubborn, if I have a strong opinion and I will try and get my point across.
Physically I don’t think I’m as well as I could be but I do try and look after myself. It’s sometimes difficult to cope but I manage.
She’s regal
A true queen.
Jumps across me at bedtime
She has made her own space.
Black and white
Cute and small.
Friend.
A satsuma and a plum. Part of my five fruit and vegetables a day. Refreshing when you have been practising songs for a couple of hours. I balanced them on top of each other just to make an interesting photo. They are resting on an old table that has been used for artwork.
I could see the window was blurry through my eye with my worst cataract and I wondered how to create an image of what it looks like? I took a photo through my bed sheet and it sort of worked. I also put it through a black and white filter because my sheet was pink. My eyesight isn’t as bad as this, but it does give an impression of what I imagine a really bad cataract would look like.
Not a nut but the ring off the bottom of a wet glass. Water absorbed into the open unvarnished oak grain. A temporary signature that will soon dry.
Food and drink finished, I abandoned it to its quiet fate of invisibility. Evaporated, gone.
Celebrate cactii
They just don’t die
Easily anyway
Not too thirsty
Find the balance
Wet or dry?
Keep them happy
They’ll thrive
Mallaband-Brown