Nattering
Chatting
Speaking
Talking
Chuntering
Gossiping
Muttering
Whinging?
Communicating
Mumbling
Extolling
Rambling….
Our mouths are busy
Sharing our thoughts..
Not forgetting
Blathering!
Nattering
Tag: Thinking
Cold
Ice cold fingers tickle my legs and feet, I need to put more layers on. We have the central heating on low and a little oil heater. It was OK while I cooked our evening meal, but now the cooker is off the temperature has dropped to 17.5°C, not very cold, but enough to feel a little chilly. I’ve just turned the fridge freezer up a bit because the freezer is icing up so it must be working too hard. The cats are finding warm spots to hide in, I don’t blame them. It’s not even thst cold outside, although a gritter has driven by spreading salt and grit on the road surface so no doubt its going to get chillier inside and out… Brrr
What am I doing today?
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!
Almost sold…
On Sunday my owl painting almost sold, a lady came along and was interested in it for her daughter. She even took a photo of it to show her daughter, but unfortunately it was a no from her. I wonder what I can paint that I love that a customer would like? I try and do good paintings, but it is that balance between a commercial image and a more individual picture. I guess everyone is different, we all have our own ideas and unless I paint commissions I have to second guess the audience I have. My work is so eclectic, if I kept painting the same theme over and over again I know I would get bored x
13 % battery
Now it’s 12%, why does the battery power drop so fast when it gets to 15%? It’s annoying, I want to write more but the charge is now 11%. Maybe it’s time for a new battery. I sometimes stand in the kitchen with my phone on charge, it’s quite cold in there so I don’t think I will tonight. I will just write this and stop for the night. Anyway it’s a strange and insignificant thing to write about. But I have had this phone for about four years. I don’t change them every five minutes like some people. I can’t afford to and also it’s a waste of resources. Whoops! 10%, goodnight!
101 days of gratitude
I keep drawing and writing
Thinking of good not bad
Calms me down and settles me
Changes thoughts from sad.
Every day three things
Grateful for help from hubby
Happy traffic lights stayed green
That I only have a cold not covid
That you can be happy again.
So 101 days of gratitudes
Not room 101 and gloom
I’ll keep this diary of positives
To balance bad and good.
Crochet
A blanket by my sister. She was crocheting lots of blankets and granny squares. One of the things she had was many balls of wool. I think they will have to go to a new home. It’s good to see she was creative in a different way to me, but she must have put many hours of work into this. I will truly miss her.
My sister, Farewell
It’s social media so I’m not sharing her whole face or naming her. But she had a good Farewell yesterday, kind words and thoughts. We seperated in late teenage hood as I left home to go to college. We went in different directions, I think she had a more romantic view of life and she had an almost fairy tale history (married with two children). I won’t talk much about her world, I don’t want to share too much personal information. We were seperated by many miles, but the bond was still there. I wish we had been closer and visited more. Bereavement is full of regret. I do regret, but I don’t feel guilty.
Grateful
Over ninety days ago I started writing (and drawing) three gratitudes a day. I didn’t always remember until the next day. But I’m glad and grateful that I’m doing it. I still feel sad and upset about things, but maybe not as much. By writing gratitudes I’m forcing my mind into a different path. There are so many small things I can think of, like traffic signals staying in green, to the cat coming over to sit on my lap. Grateful for small helps and support from my hubby. It makes the world feel less worrying. It helps.
Lovebirds
Leave the nest and find a partner, lovebirds dance and coo. Symbol of love, kissing turtle doves. Blue birds fly over white cliffs, a timeless memory caught in glass. Does the sunlight shine through and cast flitting shadows, flying across the room so slowly and gradually, a slow motion, stop and go motion, drift of love. Like an orbit around the sun celebrated in a year but played out in a day. Background colours changing fron bright white to rose to purple and blurred blue.
Mallaband-Brown 