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I live on the wrong side of the hill. On the other side is where the sun sets. If I see the clouds turning pink I jump in the car to try and catch a view of the sunset! I’ve only seen a few in the last few years, I don’t know when they will be happening. I guess I could look at the times that the sun goes down on line, then I could be there and see the beautiful view. I wish I could afford to buy a house over there.
He’s snug, warm, as a bug in a rug, he gets curled up in a ball and he’s happy, he snores, puts his paw over his nose, and might be in the warmest tog sleeping bag or under a heavy duvet. Cats have a luxury coat that we humans don’t. We still have hairs and hair follicles, but as we wear clothes we don’t need a fur pelt. I wonder what came first, clothes or bald patches?
Cats still find warm places to sleep though. Usually on our bed. When it gets really cold they sneak under the duvet and snuggle up. They make a fair hot water bottle. The best thing is how they can sense your mood, sometimes they seem to be mind readers!
Nattering
Chatting
Speaking
Talking
Chuntering
Gossiping
Muttering
Whinging?
Communicating
Mumbling
Extolling
Rambling….
Our mouths are busy
Sharing our thoughts..
Not forgetting
Blathering!
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
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!
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
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!
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.
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.
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.
Mallaband-Brown