...my arm is literally aching...
13th July 2019
Thursday. An appointment with my Pa. An appointment with my gallery. We walked Jess on the forest. The weather was not up to much, so it was brief and we ended our walk after about half an hour and drove to Waitrose. We had a coffee together an flicked the crappy tell-tale-tit-tabloid newspapers, laughed at the politician bashing (so sad, so pointless, soap opera) and did a bit of shopping. I had grabbed a rosemary and lavender on the way in and for ease of transport I popped them in my shopping bag, Pa was a bit concerned…”What if..I mean..if someone thinks you are stealing?”
I said, “Listen. If I gave a flip about what anyone thought…then I wouldn’t still be standing. You know what people think of me is none of my business..it literally has nothing to do with me and if I was to care what all ‘haters’ (who are admirers with lack of good, or G-d spirit) think of me, then I would feel stressed. I really don’t give a fig what anyone thinks about me. Life becomes 100% easier when you give no f***s".
He looked surprised. He was thinking.' "I know my girl is unconventional and fiesty (and I kinda dig that) .... but, I have never heard her say that she does not care....she used to be diligent".
I am still diligent, just diligent without giving a fig. That is a healthy place. It can make people uncomfortable....as if I am being insensitive. Only insensitive to your opinions (none of my business, as I said)
Anyway, we got through the shop ok. I discussed the difference between buying sodium and sea salt, as a condiment. I persuaded him to buy sea salt.
I left the check-out having laughed at a variety of things, with smiley cashier. I love to laugh. I will find and seek out every opportunity to do so. My face is lined with laugh lines and that is beautiful. Beautiful people have beautiful lines on their faces. 'The happiest girls are the prettiest girls' - Audrey H.
Lines on faces are art. To me, everything is art - because I am an artist, I cannot view things in any other way. Art is beautiful .... it is alchemy made by the soul, the hands and the intellect. It is holistic. Life is art. Art is everywhere, if you choose to open your mind.
It was time for me to go to Kent, to the gallery. As luck would have it, as I drove up to the door, I saw that Nick was having a frames sale. They were propped up outside in the street and I immediately felt interested. I met his nephew; Sandy, who was helping out and I saw a striking resemblance between the two. A younger version of his uncle. Of course, I had to draw attention to it, which is my way…when I notice something quite uncanny or remarkable. I collected the last four bits of my work and then chose a few frames.
Nick suggested that I could have 6 frames for a fiver... just getting shot of some old stock, then I ended up taking a few more and he was down with that.
When I was leaving I told everyone: Ginny, Nick and Sandy that I never do ‘goodbyes’ and that I will look forward to popping by in their new premises and new venture nearby. It will be a nice thing to meet up in the future and to stay in touch. I have enjoyed working with them very much and I am happy to have been a part of the organisation. I thank my lucky stars again, yet again. And I thank Nick, for having me (as his 'wild card'), taking a chance on me, watching my successes and downfalls (my wobbly moments) and to Ginny and Virginia for all of their support. Six years, 18 shows. It's been a journey.
So I have some frames with which I will do…whatever I do. And then…of course, back to Pa’s stopping on route in the town.. last week I had seen some initial pendants ‘N’, ‘L’ and ‘A’ in the window. A for, ‘Amazing, adorable, authentic, always, adamant, alluring, Alicia’.
I bought the 'A' and then saw a missed call from her. I will see her tomorrow for a get-together before her Graduation, which is only weeks away. I made a date with my Pa to see Roman Holiday, at Uckfield picture house next week. It’s a fifties classic, for which the writer and Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck had won awards. Audrey at her most gorgeous.... the story? A princess in Rome who goes on a ‘holiday’ with a man around Rome. She cuts her hair and has a few days of feeling like a ‘normal tourist’ having escaped the confines of her palatial prison. All filmed in the city of Rome. A most beautiful city. Lovely film. Audrey is bliss to watch and Gregory Peck is as well (esp. in his starring role as Atticus Finch in 'To Kill a Mocking Bird' - a favourite story)
I found that Gloria Bell will be showing in T Wells next week, I will go to that showing, on a date with myself. Dating myself is the 'new black'. I have decided to do all the things that I would normally do on a date, with me. I have a feeling that I will be great to date. Exciting. fun, enthusiastic, great company, and good conversation. Me, popcorn, a big box of tissues and Gloria Bell. I will make it an event. For me, going to the movies is an event.
Back home - after having filled the car with more stuff, from my teens and childhood, and some brass-rubbing paper.
Home and dry. I feel like going to an Internet hotspot. My Internet crashed on Sunday and I cannot go on line. No carpool karaoke for me!
I think a nice cool bitter shandy (driving) in my local with IPad and earplugs will have to suffice for now…Looks like a good idea, in the case of no access online until the engineer comes…that’s fine because I can record my events of the day on Microsoft and past up later. I habitually write, now, as I think that it is a good way to practice memory recall, as my day-to-day memory becomes weaker. I am determined to do as many memory exercises as possible to keep the inevitable dementia at bay. Writing a journal must surely help me to keep this part of my brain active and as well as is possible.
I’m all about self care and ‘avoiding death’, it is particularly important in the fifth decade to be vigilant of your health care needs and to be kind to yourself and caring about yourself. It is tantamount to health, therefore wealth, therefore happiness. I do what I need to do for my personal health and sanity comes first…at all costs and I always will, because old age offers some discomfort and the less uncomfortable you feel, all the better. I am sure that if you look after yourself well, you will always be in a position to look after you and others if need be.. Good practices make good habits. The more that you practice kindness to self, the happier you will feel. Period.
Hotspot mobile phone. Good thing I went to the pub, before thinking of this. Three of my mates turned up, impromptu, and we had a giggle.
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