A walk in the sunshine

Moss between paving stones

We went for a short walk to the post office and then wandered into the gallery at the library.

Flowers in a phallic totem
Flowers in the corner of the car park
Exhibition poster
Climate Change
Reflections

I liked the idea suggested by the empty display cabinet. Viewers have an opportunity to imagine the pieces that could inhabit that space.
The reflective images of the lights and window blinds were enough, given the exhibition’s climate change theme. There again, some little models of a future landscape might have been more thought provoking than a bleak emptiness.

The Climate Change figure is made from random detritus. It had an unpleasant smell, which brought back indefinable memories. There were some interesting fish made from toothpaste tubes, also some protest posters. No photos of them. The exhibition is on display for the rest of September 2023.

Cats

Cat inside a number four
Cat in long grass with wild garlic

Recent drawings on greetings cards for various life events. Mixed media, Bic Cristal biro (black and green) with watercolour crayons. The cat sitting on a hill is near some wild garlic, which has been given darker green foliage since the photo was taken. I wondered why Ramsbottom is called that, or which other names were considered at that meeting. A bit of etymological reading suggested ransoms and the bottom of a hill. Wild garlic valley, obviously.

Sweet Peas

Graphite and watercolour crayon drawing on paper

The old people used to say they grew sweet peas because you don’t have to bend far to smell the blooms. This is the first time I’ve grown some for a few years. The last attempts ended with little stems surrounded by slug trails.

Today’s drawing of the sweet peas might inspire the usual questions: “but what will you do with it when it’s finished?” etc. Well, since you ask, parts of it might be used for a family tree project. The little spirals are interesting, and could be a useful link between the names and dates of the more complex ancestors.

Hidden Circles

Knitted yellow circles in red squares
Red and yellow stripes
All an illusion

Knitted stripes, or ridges of two rows each. Using dark and light yarns and knit or purl stitches, an illusion of a circle in a square. This is the easiest pattern in an article about illusory knitting, but I like it anyway.

Front and back views

Cameras never lie, mine won’t show the red and yellow stripes in the way they’re visible to me.

Knitting in the round

Inside view of a knitted tube

Knitting a spiral in the round seemed a good idea when it first appeared. I forget that it’s possible to knit in both directions while knitting a tube, so it might work. Using yarn from both ends of the grey, with the rainbow stuff in the middle. Nice reminder of how the ink looked on a zinc lithography plate before printing.

Smoking

GP to patient

Llandrindod Wells, 1994.

Doctor: “You MUST give up smoking!”
Pregnant patient: “But I don’t smoke!!!”


Doctor: “No buts! Smoking is harmful to your baby!”
P: “But I can’t give up a habit I don’t have…”
D: “That’s a feeble attitude!!!”

This conversation repeated for months. She didn’t listen to anything anyone else said. It was recommended that I should attend a course for people who find giving up smoking very difficult. No appointment arrived so I didn’t think about that, as it wasn’t relevant anyway. The doctor criticised me for not going. I pointed out that she would look ridiculous for sending a non-smoker along.
“I’d only smoke if I was on fire…”
“Well that’s why you must stop!!!”

I mentioned to the midwife that this constant nagging increased my blood pressure.
“Do I really need to come here every week?”

“No…”
I was able to stop visiting the Dr, as I wasn’t ill. The appointments didn’t fit the bus timetable so that was a useful detail. Being visited by the midwife instead was far better for everyone.

In today’s news I heard that pregnant smokers are being given £400 as an incentive to stop. Obviously I would have accepted this offer before miraculously giving up my non-existent puffing…

Other lives

Middle of Winter

The winter of 1985-86 was spent discussing methods of suicide. Could he wait for ten years or so, to see if circumstances changed? No. The two years of recovery after the last episode had seemed endless to him. When I pointed out that previous overdoses had inspired vomiting, so maybe the physical body had a strong life force, I was apparently ‘sick’.

The aftermath of an overdose isn’t as calm and peaceful as it appears in novels and films.

So many options, so little time

I thought I could go out for twenty minutes at a time, and would be back with suitable first aid skills. The kitchen knives were hidden. The washing line had been discreetly removed. There wasn’t any strong alcohol around, and he hadn’t been able to get a doctor’s appointment or any useful medication. He hadn’t been outside for weeks.

Who would find the deceased? When the plans seemed to be inevitable I suggested he should be close to a hospital at the end. Other people, who wanted to live, could benefit from healthy discarded organs, couldn’t they? This thought wasn’t well received.

Mostly you are the main character in the story. Sometimes you are helping someone else’s tale to unfold. There again, you might unwittingly be in the background of a much bigger drama. Your actions might affect the audience for many years hence.