Bench appreciation

There is a group for anything on Facebook. I recently joined the bench appreciation society page. It makes you look out for things. In this case I found four seperate benches while I was out yesterday. I enjoyed sitting on them for a rest and contemplating my surroundings. Hearing the wind soughing through the trees and the birds singing beautifully lifted my spirits. I’m hopeful of going out again soon.

Dorothy Clive garden

Wondrous garden in the countryside on the borders of Staffordshire, Cheshire and Shropshire. In Willowbridge I think? Every spring my hubby and I would go to see the rhododendrons in flower in the Quarry garden, sometimes they were fully in bloom, other years the blooms hadn’t opened or were going over. Today they were perfect. I just wish my hubby was here still to see them. I’d been to the hospital for more tests so this was a treat for my sister who had come with me. She held onto me on the steeper slopes. Today it was very blustery and overcast with a cold wind but at least it wasn’t snowing like it had been in some previous years.

Progress

This is hard work, I don’t shake as much when I’m concentrating but the tremors of Parkinsons make small details difficult. I try and hold my breath and clamp my arm against my body. In fact I’m having to redo sections because I’m not happy with the results, but I will persevere, memory of Molly, work in progress. Acrylic on canvas. Copy of a mural I did at the Leopard Hotel in Burslem, Stoke-on-Trent. Difficult to reproduce the same feeling.

Mevagissey watercolour

I had a lovely surprise this morning, a message from a lady who I had done a painting for, for their wedding present. It was a commission for her and her husband by her neighbour who I used to work with. It’s dated 1996.

Mevagissey is in Cornwall in the South West of England. We drove down to it on a day trip one summer.

It’s a long time ago and sadly I don’t remember painting it, but it’s got my signature on it and is dated, so it’s definitely mine. I used to like painting landscapes like this, the detail is such a challenge, getting it accurate. I doubt I could do it now.

The lady says she still has it on display and it’s admired by her friends. Not bad for thirty years ago! It’s so good to know my work is appreciated.

Some books…

“Some books are to be tasted.

Others to be swallowed.

And some few to be chewed and digested.”

Sir Francis Bacon.

A poster my hubby had before he met me over 40 years ago. We put it up in a frame and it really does sum up his life. Where I will read sets of books and I’m interested in biographies and art, sci-fi and science, he was interested in everything. He could skim read but take what he was reading in. He seemed to absorb the words like some sort of computer. He often read a book cover to cover in a day. He was an eccentric, an intelligent man, but not overly intellectual. He was unique and I miss him so much.

Rattled

Something was rattling loudly in my washing machine! I opened the door and found this! One of my agitators in the drum has broken off…

If you look underneath it you can see where the plastic bits have snapped off. I guess when it spins the weight of the clothes must put a lot of pressure on them. I looked into the empty washer and saw a small metal flange was sticking up so I got my hammer and pressed (not hitting) the metal down in line with the drum. The metal was quite thin so malleable. I’ll have to see if that works, I can’t imagine it will rip anything. The broken agitator is not reattachable as the lugs on it are sheared off……

Yes!

Do you vote in political elections?

I’ve voted in every election I could. The first time I voted following my families choice, I was young and I hadn’t really thought through my voting intentions, we had always voted one way so I followed suit.

Then I left home, my situation changed. Many conversations followed and I realised I no longer agreed with my family. Much to their surprise I changed allegance. Why? The reality of life was not as I’d imagined it as a child.

I think the important thing to do when voting is to really consider what’s on offer, not just to you, but to your neighbours and friends. Bad policies should not be selected. That means any party that is not bothered about the needs of the population should be discarded. Perhaps we could have more accurate measurement of whether parties have kept their promises?

As a woman I’m proud to vote. I remember all the women 100 years ago who fought for women’s suffrage. If you can find the song on the Internet have a listen to the song “Nana was a Sufferagette”. I think it gives a good idea of how I feel.

My moral compass

What gives you direction in life?

I’ve always tried to be kind, I hope I care for people. I’ve decided to always try and be pleasant with people if I can. I still react to bad behaviour and think it should be dealt with, but we should have more consideration.

I sat in the pharmacy today waiting for some medication. The shop has had a new computer system and they are still trying to get up to speed with it. The shop was very busy and there were people queuing all the time I was there. Some people were fine, others demanding, and some complained. One woman behind the counter was trying to deal with all of them. She remained patient and helpful despite the pressure. When she came over to get something off the shelf near where I was sitting I thanked her and said I appreciated their help. I told her how I had noticed how hard they were working. She said some people think they are doing nothing. She was pleased that I had thanked her.

It costs nothing to be polite, and a few kind  words can go a long way to making people feel better.