I’m sorry I’ve not been blog-reading much lately… it’s because I was spending time in Apophysis and Photoshop again! Those projects take up a huge amount of my attention, but things go in cycles… before you know it, I’ll be having a break and catching up with the blogs again.
For now, here are some random snippets from my ‘private journal’. I’ll just stick a pin in it here and there, and we’ll see what comes up.
Yesterday I asked Mum if Bella was the same as she was before, or if she had changed at all since going into hospital. Mum said with a broad grin: “oh, the same, definitely! Cantankerous.”
Moral of the story: your friends prefer you to be as cantankerous as you ever were… it’s a good sign, meaning you’re full of life.
It was so windy today it almost whipped away my washing, but I used dozens of pegs and brought them in again at night. The peg bag blew away three or four times while I was hanging the stuff out — went halfway across the lawn, scattering pegs everywhere. Eventually I had to lay it at my feet.
Kept thinking I heard a humming spaceship this morning (the way the engine fades in and out)… then by pure chance I caught sight of a bright blue tractor through the trees. It was mowing the grass on the hill. The ‘fading in and out’ sound is from the way it circles round. I started to tell Mum about my discovery, but as soon as I described the sound, she knew what it was. I was quite annoyed at having my story spoiled! But it reminds me how others are more aware of what goes on around them, and are less mystified by certain sounds.
Saw a bit of the Antique Roadshow — they had Sindy dolls and clothes. Mum said “you and E didn’t like dolls, but you were very keen on our friends’ Sindy collection. It was a great collection!”
It was permanently laid out on the playroom floor, and I always made hotfoot for it when we visited. I was smiling in memory, and said we liked it because it was an entire world on its own. E had a Sindy at home, and I had Patch and Ken. Sometimes we had friends playing with us, and nobody wanted to play with Ken… that was like drawing the short straw. I said to Mum it was as though we felt a man’s life was no life at all.