New paintings and regular art updates.
One of the cats is happy with the new chairs, I’m not sure if I will put a cover over them. The cats might scratch them if I don’t, but I can feel the heat from the radiator at the moment so it can wait a bit. But this is the most comfortable I have been in years. Hooray!
An empty space…. Twenty-five years had a detrimental effect on our armchairs. The springs were gone and I’d added pillows and cushions to try and build them up. At one stage we thought of reupholstering them, they had been very comfortable. But no, when you have to put books in the base of them to hold them up, and the springs dig into the carpet you know it’s too late! I rescued the seat pads and used them to boost the cushions on the settee which is really only used for guests to sleep on. Waiting for two ‘new’ (secondhand) chairs to be delivered tomorrow.
I have got my car back! Finally after a week of waiting for it I can breathe a sigh of relief. But among all of the hassle I realise how anti public transport I am. I think it’s because I’ve used buses and taxis in the past, and I don’t know the routes or timings for the buses, and often when I’ve ordered a taxi it hasn’t turned up. One time I had to walk home from hospital because there were non available. Also since the pandemic I try to avoid groups of people, so buses worry me.
Having a car is a freedom and a curse. I walk less and don’t cycle anymore because I have one. I don’t know what to do if we have to get rid of it. The car is very old and it’s like an old pair of shoes, if it needs repairing I have to pay out because I can’t afford to replace it with another (second hand) one. But at least by keeping it we are not wasting new resources.
Aging, wrinkled
Face more ridged
Than a fingerprint.
Saggy, baggy
Loss of smooth
Crumpled, crinkled
Twisting, turning
Reshaping
You exchange
All your atoms
Every seven years?
Why are all mine
Second hand!
Mallaband-Brown