When we had our bookshelves put in I could reach most of the books, now, twenty years later its much more complicated to reach the higher shelves. I can’t stand on the footstool because in not very balanced anymore. There are folding stepladders, but I need to turn them sideways and balance issues and holding on to them is the problem. My left arm shakes which makes it hard to hold on. Hubby makes it worse by not putting them back! Sometimes I can squeeze books on the lower shelves, but often they end up stacked on the floor and are then a trip hazard. There is also stuff in front of the bookcases because I can’t move it upstairs or to my studio. Life can be difficult. But I’m too attached to them to get rid of them!
I guess this is like a diary entry. I’ve already put had this bug for probably more than two weeks. I think I caught it in a meeting that I went to, there were a lot of people I didn’t know there and at least one was coughing. I’ve tested negative again for covid, so I think I’ve caught something that must be doing the rounds. Lots of other people I know have it too. I feel I might be responsible! Symptoms include a sore throat, a cough which has really gone on my chest, and feeling shivery.
It’s only when I feel like this that I wonder how tiny viruses and bacteria can have such an affect on animals and humans. There must be a lot of them, and as your body tries to fight back does it release toxins? Bacteria and viruses try and get inside your cells and replicate, and your body tries to kill and expel them, but I don’t understand all the physiology. I just wish I was a cat and could sleep through feeling ill!
Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was radio. A bad and wobbly drawing of my old bush radio. Bought it at a car boot sale years ago. It was covered in emulsion paint that I managed to scrape off. It works, takes a huge battery. Can only get long wave.. Which is OK when there’s a test match on.
Face more ridged
Than a fingerprint.
Loss of smooth
All your atoms
Every seven years?
Why are all mine
A wall of a farmhouse. The bricks are sodden. There is algae and moss growing on them. The mortar is crumbling.
The farmhouse might be restored. The farm buildings have been sold. Some new houses are to be built but the building is listed I think. This could be the chance for it to live again. Get those bricks dried out. Bring new life back into the village? I hope so.
Just saw this posted at Facebook. It says it’s from 1574, but I doubt it. But some of the colours names are really funny. Trying to read the font is a bit difficult so I’m leaving this as a large format picture. For instance ‘Gooseturd Green’, very descriptive! I will leave you to ponder the rest!
Soon you will fade
The flowers crinkle
Then one by one
The petals drop.
Shall I colour my hair purple?
Shall I cover the grey?
Replace the silver with a violet hue,
Like old ladies
Have their hair coloured blue?
Doodle an idea,
Just to see
But the drawing
Looks nothing like me!
Old lemons in a cracked and crazed bowl, observational drawing, it’s 1.35am on a Thursday morning, what else would I be doing? Next I’m going to watch the joy of painting with Bob Ross…. What a strange life I’m living!
#30daysketchbookchallenge Day 16, something old.. A thirty year old angel Christmas candle has sat on our mantlepiece for years. I sometimes think of lighting it but then I stop myself….
Felt pens and coloured pencils….