My baby boy progressed from teens to twenties, my dishwasher threw in the towel, I dined with my gorgeous lady friends, the yellow horse luxuriated in a personal back massage, the farmer and I motored south for a wonderful Black party and barbeque (wearing red, white and blue), and also north to a glamorous and emotional 18th/50th, I motored south again to spend a couple of days with a girlfriend, shopped with a lovely young lady, and the kitchen door practically worn out with all the to-ing and fro-ing of an endless number of University students catching up with each other. It. Has. Been. Busy.
However. The time has come. I have located a sketch book, and begun....... just begun...... to make a few trial sketches in preparation for my second year as a Fine Art Student. There. I was beginning to think that it wouldn't happen. I have surprised myself. If I can also find the time to visit a few galleries during August I shall be able to cast off the burden of guilt I am feeling for not picking up a pencil or an art book during June and July. Shameful but true.
And. A DOLL HAS ARRIVED! Yay. A thing filled with love and emotion. A beautiful thing. And I shall be using it! To the maker I say 'thank you'. And I hope it's a sign of things to come.....
Dog News. Dog 1 - The poodle collapsed in pain 14 days ago, and veterinary investigations revealed the presence of a grass seed in his inner ear. The wretched thing has worked its way down his ear canal, ruptured his eardrum, and fragmented on the other side of the drum. He has been to the vets every other day, endured a long course of anti-biotics and looks well on the way to recovery.
Dog 2 - blue roan cocker, has a large and painful looking lump on the top of one of her paws. It doesn't seem to be troubling her, except she is licking at it too much, and so on Monday she will be revealing it at surgery.
Dog 3 - liver roan cocker - appears today to be in constant pain from possible digestive trouble(?) or punctured intestine(?) or some such alarming condition. I filled her full of dog anti-inflammatory/pain killer this morning and shall do the same tomorrow. So, guess what? On Monday she also will be visiting the veterinary surgery. Ergo, I am anticipating that our local Vet will be taking a long, expensive and well earned summer holiday at my expense owing the the massive pile of buttons that continue to pass from me to him. *sigh*. Come on dogs. Buck up!
The farmer purchased a very ancient and delicate scull for the baby boy to learn to scull in, on the river here at home. 'The learning' is proving to be an unexpectedly hazardous procedure, and he has still not quite mastered the technique. The process resembles a toddler battling to ride a two-wheeler on stabilisers. The scull is slender, unstable and faster than a speeding bullet. The boy has rolled it, lost his specs on the river bed, been angry, elated, wet and embarassed. He is now short of 'time to try' as he has started work at the fine old resort that is Butlins, on the east coast. Whether he will continue his exploration of lone rowing is anyone's guess, I salute him for having a go!
Home news: the decorator has finished making two of our bedrooms into respectable and immaculate places to rest and recuperate. Magnolia walls, oatmeal carpets and statement curtains are the order of the day. Carpets do not arrive for another 10 days so the turmoil of squeezing the contents of 5 bedrooms into three smaller bedrooms continues. Can't find anything. Laundry everywhere. Grumpy sons squashed into single beds, grumpy parents on son's memory foam mattress and hating it. Its all a bit of a challenge. I absolutely abhor the turmoil and hope it will be worth it in 11 days time..... And that magnolia paint? I love it. Can buy it anywhere. It goes with everything. Its cheap, clean and can be patched and refreshed almost endlessly. Interior decor. Easy.
Farm news: THE HAY IS FINALLY CUT. Like everyone else's, its too long, too late, too weedy and too wet, really, but at least it's down. This does, of course, mean that the dry spell we have been enjoying will break, and the rain will return, drenching the stuff as it lies on the fields. Probably. Mould is infecting the wheat (and everyone else's) owing to the wet and humid weather. This will mean that the crop will be reduced. So, although wheat price is high we shall have 25-50% less quantity through disease. Sad but true.
I read today in the Farmer's Weekly that farmers are among the happiest workers in the land. Amazing. So, you lot must be bloomin' miserable! Chins up.
Hoping to bring you gallery and exhibition news with my next posting. Wishing you all sunshine and laughter. X
PS - DOLL LADIES - your time has come! Offerings gratefully received..... XXXXXX
PPS _ Big boy home, safe and sound, from his southern work experience at Farley Estates. Well cared for by the Hearnes, wiser and thoughtful about the direction he might choose in his career. He has learned much. Now waiting for harvest and tractor driving, and filling his time clearing out the farmer's sheds (treasures), burning, scrapping and generally causing mayhem! Long may it continue...
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