annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jan 28th We're getting closer to leaving the EU, aren't we? I've maintained a position of it being so ridiculously against our best interests that 'they' won't let it happen but now I'm afeared they might. Sigh. So much nasty stuff around. Anyway, today was hectic but good - at Tuesday art group I worked with clay and made a new lid for my tea pot and a couple of pairs of earrings. I don't know how I have the nerve to name them like this - they have yet to be fired and may all disintegrate, or shrink or who knows what else. It's a lot harder than it looks to make something that's significantly better than a kid at nursery playing with plasticene. Instead of going to the gym, I drove off over the downs to meet my pal P as the weather forecast was for a day of sunshine amidst all the rain. I didn't even wear my new mac, I was so thoughtlessly confident about it. What the fuck? I'm 65 years old, I have lived here all my life - we don't get our reputation for talking about the weather because it's predictable. Hailstones descended on us, we got soaked but there was blue sky behind the wind so we knew it would pass and kept on walking, walking and talking. I need to remember this when I get all woe is me, nobody loves me - many don't but some do. Plenty of people live alone and spend long days, weeks or even months alone - why is it so hard to hold on to all the good things I have in my life? I had a great afternoon with P, she is a lovely woman - kind, clever, interesting, funny. Ah well. Tonight I've been mostly in a panic about finding my birth certificate as I have a meeting tomorrow about being a volunteer in a school, listening to kids read, and they need documents to do a police check. Man, I've been frantically looking through piles and piles of shit - I mean I do have an Important Documents folder, a proper cardboard folder, not an online thing - it was the first place I looked - well, looking for that folder was the first stage, but it wasn't in there - there were all kinds of stupid things in there, still are as I was too busy searching to be able to make executive decisions about what was or wasn't worth keeping. In the end I gave up, at which point I noticed the supermarket carrier bag full of papers sitting on the end of this desk, where I put the stuff that had been piled on my last desk, and right at the top was my birth certificate. (I'd been kind of hoping to find my mother death certificate, as I have a feeling she died at the beginning of September too. Sam was September 1st, my Dad on September 2nd - different years, obviously, and I have a feeling my birth mother was also right there, maybe the 3rd.) Now the front room is covered in dusty, unstable piles of crap, but I have my documents. All good. This is what I found on the old blog - I quick report on the sponsored walk we did to raise money for a wheelchair accessible van for Sam. Loads of people were intending to do it, but it was lashing down with rain, proper torrential, all fucking day, so in the end it was this lot (no Grandson as he didn't live down here then): Stars of the walk
Cool, I am indeed truly blessed. Night night xx
12:29 a.m. - 29.01.20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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