annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Day 210 Still pretty freaked out as soon as I emerge from whatever busybusy activity I've managed to distract myself with. Yesterday I did a painting class aimed at 6-9 year olds where we painted watermelons, based on the last work Frida Kahlo ever did. I'm more pleased with the result then with any other painting I've done, but I can't work out how to post pictures any more, either in wordpress or diaryland. I also did my Friday writing workshop and came up with two Bella bits. For the first one we were given these eight words , 'I have promised myself, just one last time...' to carry on from, so I did. Bella is a fictional character I found in about 1997, and wrote a novel about when she was a teenager. I'm now using her in activities in writing groups, to see where it leads. In the last piece, she accepted an invitation to go next door and have a cup of tea. She's not used to socialising. Sheila is her key worker. “I have promised myself, just one last time, to give it a go. To not assume she’s going to be mean or dull or stupid or bloody annoying or--“
“You've got a lot of books.” Bella was quite pleased with this statement. It was true – Naomi’s front room was like a library – no need for paint as the walls were covered from floor to ceiling with bookshelves and more piles of books grew on the floor and the table. It was also not a question. She wasn’t asking about the books, she didn’t want an answer. She was just following Sheila’s instructions for dealing with her inarticulacy, to make a statement about the room – not rude, that was important. Sheila didn’t demand niceness – she’d been working with Bella for a while now – but she was against rudeness. So Bella felt pleased. Task one completed. And she must have been here five minutes already. I felt a sudden anxiety about whether Bella would turn into a bully in the face of Naomi's timidity. She might.
I watched Strictly, still doing compilations from past series, finishing with a tribute to Caroline Flack which was just so sad. Awful. She took her own life earlier this year. You couldn't tell what was going on for her at all - another Robin Williams - she seemed happy, delightful and much loved, but couldn't bear any more of the pain she felt. I just hope there is some peace for people somewhere. 11:18 p.m. - 10.10.20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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