Too many notifications, not enough time. My email has been updated, but I don’t like it. Instead of being able to delete stuff I have to repeatedly swipe the messages to delete them. I get tired and bored, then annoyed with the process. Ugh
So I just got fed up. Plus my two part authentication keeps kicking in and I have to try eight or nine times before I can get let in….
Why do I keep the provider? Because I want to keep my email address. It’s been the same for years…
The inside of my head is like the inside of my house, cluttered and gunged up with stuff…
Books, fiction, non fiction, science fiction and fantasy, train and engineering books, philosophy, illustration, history. Anything and everything. I could probably send the books off to somewhere that needs a library restocking, although a lot of the, books are probably outdated or out of print.
I have a very visual memory and “see” places in my mind. If I decide to paint something I can remember what it looks like and describe it to myself in my thoughts.
You could almost describe my house as a physical memory palace. Ornaments, books, paintings, even tubes of paint link my mind back to a place I had visited or a person I knew.
The clutter hides my house. How pleased I would be to winnow out the best bits and suddenly have space. Honestly it’s like a, space station at the moment, full of things, floating around metaphorically, waiting to be tied down or ejected, I want to do it but physically ita beyond me, slow process and progress may be made. Talking about it might help.
Anyway, I do just like the word, cluttered, (and higgledy piggledy)……..
Acrylic on canvas, abstract poured blue paint, I filled, then used a toothbrush to add wispy texture. As a matter of interest in this orientation I think it looks like a lions head?
Today, after years I finally wrote down a lot of the bad things that have happened to me over the years. I’ve held it deep down and rarely shared it because, stiff upper lip, you just get on with it. People call me stoic, well I have been like this for over 60 years. I’m only saying now because I need to prove it to someone. Taken all day to write it all down. Do I feel better? Don’t know. I think I’ve still got some hope left.
I’m trying hard to keep my hanging baskets alive. They are on a shady fence which is good, but one in particular is in full sun and is getting rather crispy. Also I bought a few small extra plants but they outgrew their pots so a friend and her son came over to help today to repot them into containers. Some of them were a bit wonky so I tried to straighten them up. That was hard work. Even putting the bin out exhausts me.
Anyway the photo is of one of them. Bought just over a month ago from a small farm and really filled out. I’m using washing up water and some bottles of water to keep them going. Might rain next week… Cropped off the dried out bits.
I do this every year, but this year was a bit much, I will see what happens next year x
St Thomas church in Penkhull was built in 1842. I painted this banner in about 2017 or 18 I think. Only 175 years later.
Things have changed for women over that time. We got the vote. There is is now a woman Archbishop of Canterbury. We have more control over our bodies our health our education. We have even been around the far side of the moon! And we have had female prime ministers and Presidents. Some countries are trying to remove our rights. We will not give them up without a fight!
I don’t often photograph my food and this would never be published in a magazine, but it was tasty…this was my tea a few days ago.
I’ve started eating baked sweet potatoes as they have less carbohydrates than normal potatoes. I added a bit of cheese, some baked beans and shredded iceberg lettuce.
Plots and plans. Time to mysteriously create a new play. After a bit of a hitch a new set of writers have been found. We are still looking for a director as the lady who was going to do it has been asked to work on something else.
It must be something in the water as another local theatre group is having problems. I think everyone is so busy working hard on their own projects that it’s hard to find the time.
I’ve got involved in the background admin and there are a lot more responsibilities than you realise. Grant applications are needed because of the difficulties with raising funds from local people. There is just not the cash available. And then extra costs appear. It’s no wonder I’m not sleeping well…
I’m finally going to get something to eat.. At midnight!
My phone battery died, it will only work if its plugged into the wall. I’m finding it hard to stand up and type. I will try and get a plug in battery. My phone is old and might not be possible to transfer all my data.
I went to a mobile phone shop yesterday but they couldn’t or wouldn’t do it because my phone is old and they “don’t recognise it’s operating system” in other words too much trouble. Basically they said buy a new phone and reinstall apps.
What about my emails, my thousands of photos, my documents, the websites I am on. My list of phone numbers and email addresses….
