Things done and things remaining

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The last few days have been spent learning, building and developing. I have also installed a second pond and the cloakroom is now done bar the gloss work. This I thought would be wasted time and not needed, but the old work looks shabby and shabbiness has no place here.

Creating the new website took a lot of swearing and shouting and several moments of $%^& THIS, however training in the martial arts if it teaches one thing, is that of perseverance and so I did. I have to say, this is the best looking site I have built so far, it still requires some work but I am happy. It has also required me to sort out and sift through a whole load of artwork and remind me my photography skills need to be brushed up on. So many things need to be polished and perfected.

Such a short life, so much to do, we are born knowing so much and die knowing so little.

The pond now has a lily  settling in and some friends for company and the garden looks like a bomb site with all the excavated soil, Now I just have to move it, happily it has a new home.

Needless to say, there is still quite a bit to be done website wise, happily the most part is done. Now I must write and paint and paint some more.

Tonight I shall rest and sleep in my bed and not on the couch.

 

 

I used to have this poster in my dormitory cubicle at school.

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Why do I get these mad ideas into my head and work on them as if nothing else matters?

Why don’t I trust politicians or believe in priest’s?

Why do I like porn and why don’t I ditch it by the wayside? Why don’t I ditch alcohol (again) and leave that by the roadside too?

Why does long term employment evade me and why don’t I like employers?

Why is it I see through their shit and then tell them about it?

 

Why don’t I watch the news and buy their newspapers?

Why don’t I grow up and stop belching and finding toilet jokes funny?

Why don’t I stop farting, or can I even stop farting?

Why can’t I have something more simple than ADHD, why or why oh why do I have so much energy?

Why don’t I appreciate that ‘awful’ school my parents sent me too?

Why did those policemen let me go?

Why did that fool eat that bat?

Why is Donald Trump still alive? Why do they both have stupid looking hair?

Why does Jackie have a sn***le? and Why oh why have the owners of this web platform changed the layout and the way it all works? (WANKERS)

Why am I writing this shit? Why am I calling this SHIT shit?

 

 

 

 

 

WONDERING FREE ( LIKE A W*MBLE)

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Wondering what to write, how to write it and then going to do the garden instead, such is my life at the moment. Thinking about what to paint, needing a change of artistic direction and then having feelings of hopelessness and being lost.

Discovering this site is up for renewal and the bank says no. It is raining outside and now it is blue, can I ever bloody win? In truth I have actually changed my working day I paint in the day time and do laptop stuff upstairs in the evening. In the in between periods I do bits of garden.

Clearing out old stuff I have no use for and making space cause no one else is going to do it, I may well find some more long lost things along the way. Seriously thinking about doing a regular vlog, J says it would be a better medium for me to communicate my thoughts as things can get lost in between my brain and my fingers , this just causes confusion and is no good for anyone.

Wondering, (I wonder a lot) what I shall be studying for next years bout of university, something I enjoy naturally and again something I can actually write about without drowning in syrup. ( Not literally) This new setup they have on WP is Peeing me off it wants to do strange stuff when I least expect it and already it has devoured one lot of writing and refused to give it back, now it is refusing to start new paragraph’s. If J was here she could probably fix it, in the meantime I shall have to learn myself a new skill and decide I need a drink when it is done. J is better at giving up the booze than me, the stuff once made me violently ill… Nowadays.. ?

I shall have a mug of tea instead.