annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary

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Quick, with pics

1. Art. This pic got more 'likes' on instagram than anything else I ever posted. Not sure why, but there you go

This is from the Tuesday group where it often doesn't feel very safe so I just keep my head down and carry on doing quick versions of Cezanne still lifes. This one is almost two as I tore the paper the wrong shape and there was a big empty space so I bunged a couple of pomegranates in but miles too big, I noticed just now. Oops.

This is from last Friday - this group is run by a psychiatric nurse so is always safe. This is part, the best part I think, of a big painting I did with just two colours. I do kind of like it.

I'm going to the hospice art group tomorrow - three in a week - I feel so lucky - I don't even have to pay for any of them.

2. On the beach the other day all these tiny fish were being thrown out of the sea at the top of the tide. The seagulls were going mad for them.

At first I was throwing them back in the sea, but then I remembered I could eat them and they'd be delicious. I had a plastic box that I'd gathered doing my beach clean, but not so many came up after that - I missed my chance really:

But I took them home, dipped them in flour and quickly fried them. Lemon juice, salt and pepper, yum:

Apologies to vegan pals.

3. The garden is coming along - entirely due to Bloke as all I do is tell him what he's doing wrong and take photos and pick sweet peas. Those are the sweet peas to the left of the path. Bloke is bearing the brunt of my unhappiness, but luckily he's pretty much impervious to anything I say or do. He just always agrees with me then carries on as if I hadn't spoken. I may kill him one day.

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4. It was his birthday on Saturday so I dragged him into town

and it rained like fuck and we were the only ones without umbrellas

5. Sam is still how she was. I am in a different place, not a good one. I don't know what to do except go to bed and get up and try again. I'm doing the headspace meditation again, from the beginning,  2 days so far, and morning pages. And art and walking and swimming and eating and being snitty to people who get on my nerves and feeling hard done by and being dead nasty to Bloke but in the end my daughter is still silently dying and nothing changes that.

12:40 a.m. - 24.07.17

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