THIS IS NOT ABOUT TEA.

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Even though it would be a nice thing to write everyday, there are times when that does not happen. This is  due to one thing or another and sometimes something else, the rest of the time I am probably painting.

It is a good thing to remember that creativity comes in many forms and ‘beating’ yourself up cause you have not stuck to your goals is good for nothing. better to just accept you are human and are not infallible. The painting has been taking over these last few days and it is nice to retreat back up to the library and do some writing instead. Being up here means I get to sit in a comfy chair and not be distracted by canvas, paint and brushes.

I am currently working on finishing off the back room, this is after thinking it was all done, when it was not. The wood work is displeasing to my eye and needs correcting, the door frame has been stripped down, the door removed from it’s hinges. Later on I shall probably apply paint stripper to the skirting boards and maybe pull out the fridge and freezer and do behind them too.

PAINT STRIPPER STINKS!

NOT DOING MUCH AT ALL

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Today was a day of not doing very much, no garden pond, no redecorating, no tidying no nothing a day of relaxation (almost) But I did pick up a paint brush and use it for it’s intended purpose that of applying paint to canvas. I also worked through one of my old set of ramblings and found staying on subject a bit of a chore and not because what I was working from is rambling to say the least and frequently jumping from one subject to another, smoking, alcohol, Pink Floyd, Cannabis  Chernobyl and radiation.

It would be easier if I could read my hand writing and feel sorry for anybody who has to read it in my place like someone marking an examination paper, I have argued this one with the university authorities numerous times and explained this and that and the other and they do not want to know. I need an official letter stating I have a hand writing disability or similar type condition. It’s enough to make a cat laugh.

I explained this dilemma to my Tom cat ( that’s him in the photo)  and all he did was purr and proceed to lick his backside, he cares… about food, a warm bed and home and not much else.J just pointed out that I repeated myself that’s cut,copy and paste for you and I forgot to check it through or if I did it wasn’t noticed.

I would really like to write more but cannot find the words to write right now, perhaps it is time for bed or something.