Greyhound

Local public house, the Greyhound pub in Penkhull. This was another of the photos that I got into this year’s calendar. It’s another thing that is helping raise money for the village hall that was flooded a few months ago when an old water tank in the roof burst. Luckily the place was cleaned up and dried out quite quickly.

The pub was a local court for Penkhull manor a few centuries ago, and though you cannot see it here, it appears to be tudor in origin though I don’t know for certain.

I was so pleased to hear that I had  got 3 photos in the calendar. If there is another competition this year I will try again.

Chair yoga

Can’t find a photo in the free media library of chair yoga but anyway….

I finally made it back to our yoga class after weeks of virus and feeling very ill. I was shocked at how tired it made me feel. I think I’ve lost muscle strength and did most of the poses on the chair. My balance has got worse so I clung on to the back of the chair for support for standing poses.

Yoga relaxation was good tonight, we had to imagine a place only we knew to be our secret retreat to rest our minds and bodies. I chose a place far back in my memories. I won’t say where, but I have got an ideal place to visit in my mind.

Look after yourselves. X

Decluttering

Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.

I haven’t lost my marbles, yet!

Or any other thing!

To spring clean or not?

But my stuff is mine

It comforts me

Makes me feel whole.

It’s there on my list

Things to do

Choose books to keep

And to loose.

But I can’t move

I am stuck

In sadness and grief

Unable to change my life.

Cat behind fishtank

Not a good photo

A painting I did in the 1980s when we still had our beautiful mainly white cat. She would sit and watch the goldfish in the tank, sometimes raising a paw as if to try and catch them, but the tank had a lid and a pump so they were perfectly safe.

I painted this on a board that used to have a mirror attached to it but that was long gone. I used oil paint I think, it gets absorbed into the wood rather than sitting on the surface like acrylics. It’s about 2 ft long and is hung in the living room above the archway that divides the room in half. I often look up at it and smile at the memories it brings.

Remembering Autumn

It’s been a few months since the sun shone for any length of time. The colours of the trees was glorious in places, others blew away in strong winds.

Winter has been mostly grey and overcast, interspersed with storms that have swept across the country blowing over trees, damaging buildings, flooding farmland and towns and villages. We have had snow, hail and rain and dark days as well as nights. Spring won’t be here till March. So I think I’ll hibernate again

Four leaves

Four leaf clover,

just green and neat.

Splattered with dew or rain

Contrasted against black

How to describe it more?

Thin stem from its centre

Leaves splayed out lobes.

Striped with thin veins

Each curved gently

Upper surface dips downward

Four fan shaped

Instead of the usual three

Lucky?

Memory of the one I found….

Work computer

Write about your first computer.

I had a work computer before one at home. The screen was covered in green writing to add information. There were no pictures, you had to use a mouse and keyboard. If you wanted to get on the Internet you had to use a modem. That made funny squeaky noises when it commented. I remember we had to defragment the computer every few months. That meant spending ages waiting for all the files on the computer to defragment. But you had to watch it so you could click a button at the end. I also remember you had to send information by fax.

Sleep

Somehow I’ve learnt to relax, I’m getting better at letting my muscles loosen and feeling so tense.

I was talking to someone and they suggested thinking of a word of at least 7 letters. Maybe omnibus? the idea then is to take each individual letter, one at a time, and think of several words starting with that letter. For instance:

Oval

Occipital

Organic

Oscillating

Overall

Then the next letter…

Mobile

Manic

Masters

Malleable

And so on. Because you are thinking of different words it takes your mind off anything else, mostly be the time I get to the third letter I’ve got to sleep. Think of a new word each time, it seems to work.

Photographs, Esther Chiltons weekly prompt.

I wrote this about her prompt.

My precious photos are of and with my hubby. Sometimes I sit and cry, sometimes I laugh at silly memories. Photographs captured that moment when we walked across a stream. When we returned hours later the tide had come in and the stream was a deep salt water channel. I lost my bike pump into the water and when I got it out to use again it had gone rusty. Photos can be like that. They can fade. And memory fades too, so photos make it easier not to forget.

I want to go

To Wales, and the lake district, and Scarborough, and Devon and Dorset. All the places I’ve been on holiday in my life. I want to ESCAPE! Get to beautiful places, see the coast, the mountains, get out of the city.

I can’t get away to the sea and sky. My mind won’t let me, my arms won’t let me, my legs won’t let me. I get worried, I think of things that might happen. I need to have company. Isn’t that strange? When I had my hubby we went everywhere together. Now he’s gone there is no one to reassure me. To make it safe. I’m fed up. Anxious, frustrated, lost, fearful.

Sorry to go on.