Pottering
My sister has been working in the garden and on the patio this morning. We’ve chatted in between jobs.
It’s nice to have someone around the cottage.
The sound of someone else pottering has been somewhat comforting.
Roger has adored the new company and has galloped good heartedly when the leaf blower was unleashed.
He’s watched Janet carefully, enjoying the novelty of a fresh face.
He hugged her before she left, as Welsh Terriers do
Eirlys called round with some free range eggs. You may remember I took her a beef stew the other day.
Not one for sentiment she told me that there was a letter for me in the egg box, thanking me for the thought. She held my eyes for a second longer than usual which was her way of hugging me.
I nodded that I understood.
She would have done the same for me.
I’m working tonight and tomorrow. I’m going to see Spielberg’s The Fabelmans on Monday afternoon. I’d planned to see it today but it’s a long film and needs a clear afternoon.
Spielberg’s upbringing was interesting and his family dynamic complicated.
I suspect the film was his therapy in a way……
I will leave you with this little ballet video…..enjoy your Saturday
Quiet Time
Sometimes it’s nice to be away from the dogs.
Life is like a permanent kindergarten visit when they are always about.
Constant neediness, noise, motion and squabbles.
And of course, those are the very reasons I have them,
But just occasionally they can be exhausting and occasionally you have the need for silence
Total silence without burbs, farts, itches and barks.
And I went to sit in the churchyard for a while
Where it was cold and quiet with only the chirp of hedge sparrows for company.
I wrote this blog in my head as I sat there.
I’m having a grown up day today, which means that I’m going out to dinner with my friend Colin.
It was his birthday a few days ago and he was fed up at being alone on a work night, so I’m taking him out to dinner in Chester and will wear something ironed.
For the past few weeks have been exploring the knotty subject of self awareness in college and have been using the concept of the Johari Window in the look at self which is an interesting if not a bit clumsy psychological romp in itself. It’s always interesting to see yourself as others see you, especially when there is a real I see moment to be had.
I’m not good in asking for things I want off people
It’s a fear of rejection that takes precedence
But I’m getting better at it
We are all a work in progress
A Snooze in the Afternoon
This is the simple jug I bought from Sainsbury’s yesterday . It’s robust and pleasing and suits the daffodils which I’ve now filled it. Tulips will look good in it too.
I took the dogs to Colwyn Bay Promenade first thing and bought daffodils from a little florist in the town before meeting a friend for brunch.
I think brunch is the go to eating event popular with people now. I love it much more that a late dinner out , not that I’m invited out late much anymore .
I popped in Eirlys’ beef casserole, wrote up some college notes and that’s it for the day.
A recent blood test showed I’m a bit anaemic so a crafty little snooze-Ette is the order of the late afternoon
It’s cool , but I cover me and the dogs in a throw and soon all of us will be asleep on the trendy couch .
Organic hot water bottles for each other
I will light the fire later.
Ps fire roaring , curried fish soup for supper, 2 hour chat with friend Nige on the phone
Now settling down to watch crap tv
Food
In my book and in my family Food can often be a metaphor for affection
I’m meeting my friend Colin on Friday and he’s a been a bit low as of late.
We are going out for supper.
Today I cooked a huge beef stew thickened with left over mash potato.
I left it cooking on low for hours, so tonight the meat fell apart as it should for the best comfort food.
I’ve plated a bowl up and wrapped it in foil .
I will take it around to Eirlys tomorrow morning. I can’t believe it’s been eight weeks since her husbands funeral. Food is always a good gift when grief is involved .
I skimmed a small bowl of gravy from the casserole and let it cool on the garden wall before taking it up to Albert who has been under the weather today .
He finished the lot
I was going out to a forensic talk on serial killers in llandudno tonight but couldn’t justify the 30 quid ticket cost ! Having said that I bought a pair of wellies and a reduced priced jug from Sainsbury’s this afternoon.
The jug is perfect for daffodils
Radio
Last night, as I was driving home after college I listened to a little gem of a radio programme on radio 4
Set in a northern city school File On Four learning to survive , was a gentle, but honest look of how an inner city school deals with a population ravaged by the financial crisis .
One sequence, had me geared up at Bluebell’s wheel
It was the moment the school organised a “day in pyjamas”
The children and staff all turned up in nightware, which was not just a bit of fun , but a crafty way for the senior teacher to see which children needed a proper fitting set of pyjamas later in the year.
“Of course we provide the new Pj’s “ she added “;but only after they won them in a raffle”
And it was that lie that really broke my heart just a little.
What a wonderful head teacher
What a fantastic bit of documentary radio and
What a lesson learned
Planting Out
I took the iris and lilies my sister donated to the TCA down to the pond this morning and submerged them in a space I found beyond the little jetty.
I checked with Nick who was one of the TCA that spearheaded the pond if I had done ok then came back home to shower all of the dogs, all of whom had acquired a real doggy pong.
Not surprisingly it was taking a neighbour to Dyserth for a doctor appointment that sealed their showers, the neighbour opened the passenger door window and poked a nose through when they thought I wasn’t looking.
I’ve been washing bedding and throws all morning.
Tuesdays , I’m in college 6pm until 9 but will get the library early to catch up on my workbooks and journal.
I’m tired, as my rhythms are all out after nights
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