New paintings and regular art updates.
Thank you to my hubby for rescuing me this morning. I was trying to get out of bed. I swung my legs out but ended up floundering on the edge. Half in and half out. My hubby came round and assisted me. I felt my bum sliding off the edge of the bed. I think. I was short of oxygen. I feel weak as a kitten. I hope this doesn’t get worse.
Today I feel like I’m drifting..
Things to do?
Yes, but I’m thinking
Ignoring the world
I’m just sitting
Down and just
Contemplating
Mulling over what to do
But I’m only prevaricating…
Have I got a clue
About future creating?
I don’t know what to do…
And I keep cogitating..
I have a thesaurus for a brain
My brain needs retraining!
It’s blank, I have the canvas, I have the paints, I have an idea, but I don’t know where to start. I have to do a painting for someone, and I want to, but my mind is blank. Just like the canvas. I might have a fight with it later, spread some green and red paint on it. It’s just knowing how to start. I’ll have to do it, soon….
Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was Plan.
My plans were scuppered this weekend. The car isn’t outside the house but at the garage. It went in for one thing but something else broke so they are waiting for a part. Meanwhile I can’t go to the places I want to get to.
I just went out to go to choir practice. I happened to look at one of the tyres and realised it looked odd. It was flat. It had gone down overnight. I think I will have to get it down to the garage to get it checked (I’ve not had it for long). I hope it’s something that can be fixed. I have some tyre weld but when you use that it can be very messy when you replace the tyre later. I hope it will be OK tomorrow.
How long will my leg hurt for? Trying to get around with a pulled calf muscle is incredibly annoying. If I put my phone on charge at night I can’t get to it in time in the morning. Trying to rush to it hurts, and usually it rings off before I can get there. Last night I slept on the settee again. I had to get up in the middle of the night and as I tried to get up from the low position I was in I felt a slight tearing sensation again. I had a sudden fear that this might be a permanent situation, that it will keep hurting. I want to go upstairs. I just want to get to bed. I want to know I will be able to get back downstairs if I have to in the night. And I have so much to do. Too much. I’m so fed up. And what is this to do with an arts blog? I don’t know, it’s life.
Steps… The last few days I’ve kept my phone with me and measured how far I walked throughout the day. Over the week since I pulled my calf muscle I have stumbled and ambled about and managed to walk around five thousand steps a day… Not today. I’ve had more pain in my leg and I was so tired I fell asleep for the first time properly in a week. I didn’t fully wale up fully at about 1pm today.
Being injured is a bit like house arrest. No images to take photos of. No sunsets, if I hadn’t been doodling I would not have any art to show. I’ve got things to do but I can’t. I was going to go to a portrait workshop today but I didn’t dare risk it. There is a problem with petrol supplies and it’s affecting all transport so I might not have been able to get a taxi.
So, life continues to be painful but hopefully things will get better soon. X
Today has been busy. My cat came home at 3am, his legs and mouth had some sort of tarry substance on them. He came in and drank water for about ten minutes, then I wiped his eyes and mouth and legs gently to remove some of whatever was on him. I even trimmed some fur off his tail because it was so gummy.
Today I had a good look at him, one of his eyes looked strange and he was still very thirsty so I took him to the vets.
I found out he has an ulcer on one eye and he has damaged his mouth possibly from trying to bite through or on something. He’s lost a lot of weight too. We still don’t know where he’s been. Tonight he’s on a drip at the vets but he should then be able to come home. I hope he will be OK.
A year ago I was at home
A year ago I wasn’t by the sea.
Eighteen months ago
I was home…
I wasn’t by the sea.
No storms, no showers
No tides, no beaches
No lapping waters.
Bereft of waves
Tide out
Gone.
Do you ever just get stuck in your thoughts. Lost and not quite sure what to do or where to go. Marathon prevarication. Held back by thinking too much. And heat doesn’t help. You wait in hope that it might cool down. Your mind isn’t working, it’s fused in place, clunking, square thoughts jammed in a round hole. You just want to break out of it. Find a way through. Maybe in a while I will feel more like myself.
Mallaband-Brown