Well, What a week! It was my lovely Mothers 92nd Birthday.Then,
My mother was taken into hospital Blood clots on her lungs.
Then after more tests, She has been found after a 'Colonoscopy' to have 'Colon Cancer'
Now they are moving her to stay with my sister. This is for about a week or so.
This will give time to find a permanent place with full-time medical care.
I actually cried, well, sobbed is more the truth. In my little world I was under attack!
It took me quite a while to get my head round it all. What next I ask?
I sent off my 'Teddy' for repair to the 'Teddy hospital' He is in quite a state.
A missing eye, Foot pad's that are empty and torn. Fur that's threadbare.
Needs a good bath too. also some repairs to both his ears.
I'm working later and later as deadlines approach. Computer eyes!
It pays my bills. I am writing as much as I can physically do within the hours that are available in a day. Which is not enough as one day dribbles into another come the 'Witching hour' Cest la vie!
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Monday, 9 January 2012
Hols
It's holiday time! Middle of winter! Great!
I've done all the laundry and cleaned the bathroom top to bottom.
Vacuum the cat hairs off the carpet.
I have a 'Maine Coon cat called 'Buddy' As per the photo.
A huge beast of a thing, who decides exactly where and when he eats and sleeps.
Often sharpening his talon size claws on the side of the bed, shredding the material. ("Bastard!)
Trying to clip his talons is a military operation. First the large old bath towel. Then the clippers.
He has a sixth sense about this operation. He vanishes to a dark corner of the bedroom at the slightest hint!
There hidden in the darkest recess behind the bed. It's like trying to catch 'Freddy Krueger'
Having managed to extricate him from the darkest recess. He hisses and growls and struggles.
Then Wrapping him up in the bath towel its on his back with feet in the air. Either front feet out
or back. Then the clipping amidst the howling and growling, Hissing and biting attempts!
The dew claws are the toughest to find amidst all the silver grey fir. Once clipped and of a danger to no one, he is released to throw a tantrum running hither and thither about the apt. Growling and chatting to me to tell me of his displeasure. I always give him a treat and yet he still wants to maul me. As I give him food he growls and hisses at me. threatening to tare the flesh from my hands as I place his bowl on the mat for him. He loves to be brushed with a baby brush, the type with soft hair. When he deems to sit on my lap.
He goes for walks with me in his harness around the block. Fearless and bold he strides out and at the first sight of a fluttering leaf he's off trying to drag me back home! A gust of wind up the arse and off he goes!
'Hero' Ha!
My garden is planted with 2000 + mixed spring bulbs. The shoots are barely poking out of the mulch.
Window boxes and wall baskets are filled with bulbs and rooted Ivy cuttings. I am longing for the spring.
The early showing plants are a sheer delight after the austere winter. I have 'Polyanthus' beds which flower ALL year. I divide and replant. I have hundreds of FREE plants from this method. Many of which I give to friends and neighbours. I love their colours and hardiness. Even through the harshest winters they flower on. I have a cool greenhouse with many rare Orchids from every corner of the globe. I have several hundred, many of which are young and will take several year to fruition. The restrictions on the import of these rare Orchids is justifiably stringent. This stop the looting specimens from their wild habitats.
I have donated many plants of which I have several of the same species to major collections throughout Britain, Europe and around the world.
When a plant arrives, it sometimes has young offshoots which I harvest and re-pot of if 'epiphytic' attach to a piece of bark and wall or greenhouse hang. I also have a large collection of 'Bromeliads' stunning plants that are Epiphytic in the main.
Enough of this green finger stuff! Time for bed and the joyous thought I can lay in bed for an extra hour as a treat. 'Buddy' will be pleased! He sleeps on the bed (sometimes) and purrs in my ear whilst resting his head on the spare pillow!
Farewell one and all. May all your days be filled with Peace, Joy and inner Happiness.
I've done all the laundry and cleaned the bathroom top to bottom.
Vacuum the cat hairs off the carpet.
I have a 'Maine Coon cat called 'Buddy' As per the photo.
A huge beast of a thing, who decides exactly where and when he eats and sleeps.
Often sharpening his talon size claws on the side of the bed, shredding the material. ("Bastard!)
Trying to clip his talons is a military operation. First the large old bath towel. Then the clippers.
He has a sixth sense about this operation. He vanishes to a dark corner of the bedroom at the slightest hint!
There hidden in the darkest recess behind the bed. It's like trying to catch 'Freddy Krueger'
Having managed to extricate him from the darkest recess. He hisses and growls and struggles.
Then Wrapping him up in the bath towel its on his back with feet in the air. Either front feet out
or back. Then the clipping amidst the howling and growling, Hissing and biting attempts!
The dew claws are the toughest to find amidst all the silver grey fir. Once clipped and of a danger to no one, he is released to throw a tantrum running hither and thither about the apt. Growling and chatting to me to tell me of his displeasure. I always give him a treat and yet he still wants to maul me. As I give him food he growls and hisses at me. threatening to tare the flesh from my hands as I place his bowl on the mat for him. He loves to be brushed with a baby brush, the type with soft hair. When he deems to sit on my lap.
He goes for walks with me in his harness around the block. Fearless and bold he strides out and at the first sight of a fluttering leaf he's off trying to drag me back home! A gust of wind up the arse and off he goes!
'Hero' Ha!
My garden is planted with 2000 + mixed spring bulbs. The shoots are barely poking out of the mulch.
Window boxes and wall baskets are filled with bulbs and rooted Ivy cuttings. I am longing for the spring.
The early showing plants are a sheer delight after the austere winter. I have 'Polyanthus' beds which flower ALL year. I divide and replant. I have hundreds of FREE plants from this method. Many of which I give to friends and neighbours. I love their colours and hardiness. Even through the harshest winters they flower on. I have a cool greenhouse with many rare Orchids from every corner of the globe. I have several hundred, many of which are young and will take several year to fruition. The restrictions on the import of these rare Orchids is justifiably stringent. This stop the looting specimens from their wild habitats.
I have donated many plants of which I have several of the same species to major collections throughout Britain, Europe and around the world.
When a plant arrives, it sometimes has young offshoots which I harvest and re-pot of if 'epiphytic' attach to a piece of bark and wall or greenhouse hang. I also have a large collection of 'Bromeliads' stunning plants that are Epiphytic in the main.
Enough of this green finger stuff! Time for bed and the joyous thought I can lay in bed for an extra hour as a treat. 'Buddy' will be pleased! He sleeps on the bed (sometimes) and purrs in my ear whilst resting his head on the spare pillow!
Farewell one and all. May all your days be filled with Peace, Joy and inner Happiness.
Friday, 30 December 2011
1st of a lifetime.
Having decided to 'Blog' Now I know not what to say as my intro to the 'Blogosphere'
As I listen to David Daniels, Counter-Tenor singing 'Handel Operatic Arias' My mind wandered off to when I first heard and met David. At Glyndebourne Festival Opera 1996 and have followed his awesome career ever since.
He is my constant musical companion throughout my fevered writing episodes. When time escapes me and my mind is taken away to faraway cold,sunny,humid,dry,rainy places of my inner imagination. Where plains and mountains meet the terrors from within my my mind.
I work like a Trojan whilst my mind is in full attack mode!
My last writing episode was over a period of four days, stopping only for the usual inconvenient ablutions and tea, black and strong. So strong the cup is stained to the deepest hue of brown within.
After this marathon effort, my mind was in a whirl. I slept for some six hours of solid and deep zzzzzzz. Waking only to the sound of the front door bell being rung for a parcel delivery. Another book on 'Topiary' My latest hobby. Totally absorbed in the book,my tea went cold and with my mind fully recharged, off to the keyboard to complete yet another marathon session. Then a great friend suggested a 'Blog' Why not I thought. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Well this is it! The first of a lifetime.
As I listen to David Daniels, Counter-Tenor singing 'Handel Operatic Arias' My mind wandered off to when I first heard and met David. At Glyndebourne Festival Opera 1996 and have followed his awesome career ever since.
He is my constant musical companion throughout my fevered writing episodes. When time escapes me and my mind is taken away to faraway cold,sunny,humid,dry,rainy places of my inner imagination. Where plains and mountains meet the terrors from within my my mind.
I work like a Trojan whilst my mind is in full attack mode!
My last writing episode was over a period of four days, stopping only for the usual inconvenient ablutions and tea, black and strong. So strong the cup is stained to the deepest hue of brown within.
After this marathon effort, my mind was in a whirl. I slept for some six hours of solid and deep zzzzzzz. Waking only to the sound of the front door bell being rung for a parcel delivery. Another book on 'Topiary' My latest hobby. Totally absorbed in the book,my tea went cold and with my mind fully recharged, off to the keyboard to complete yet another marathon session. Then a great friend suggested a 'Blog' Why not I thought. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Well this is it! The first of a lifetime.
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