I woke up earlier than yesterday!
Oh, sure, I still struggled to go to sleep – but I stubbornly refused to allow
my mind off the leash! That’s the key in my case: force the mind to rest.
I keep having these strange dreams
about a recently departed close acquaintance. I keep dreaming he haunts his
workshop – but as he was thirty years ago. I didn’t attend the whatever-it-was
they did in lieu of a service when he passed away, so I’m having some trouble
accepting. Knowing and truly accepting are different things – intellectually I
know he is dead, but it isn’t completely real to me, yet.
I forgot about load shedding and got
caught off-guard today. Sigh. I chose to give the paper-stick idea a try during
the outage – managed to produce 21 sticks so far. I’d take a break whenever a
mippie mipped for attention, though. Lady Jane fell in love with the brush!
They don’t like to lie still for a brushing but prefer to rub their faces along
the brush getting their whiskers brushed in the process! Today, Lady Jane
discovered just how lovely that feels!
My mind went wandering off on yet
another tangent … I think I need to start a journal for all the ideas I keep
having. They may not be practical quite yet, but with some work? All of them do
have potential and sometimes I come up with an improvement on a past idea, or
combine some half-baked concepts.
I’ve just gone through my stash of
stationery – sigh, don’t ask! I like stationery, different types of medium to
write or draw on or with. I’ve got blocks for water colouring, for pencil
drawings, line paper, blocked paper, blank paper, stretch paper, labels,
cardboard, spiral books, hard cover exercise books, A4 or A5 and a lot of
tracing paper as well. I’ve also got water colours, several sets of coloured
pencils, oil pastels, acrylic paint, stencils, stamps, felt-tip coloured pens,
coloured ball-point pens, coloured card board … I think that’s about the lot,
ha ha! But it makes it hard to choose which to use for my jottings. Oh, sure, I
have a jotting book but it isn’t lined at all. I’m torn between a pocket-sized
spiral and a hard cover A4.
I settled for an A5 lined spiral
pad. Now I don’t know how to start. I like to have the whole thing laid out in
my head before I put it on paper – but I can’t work every detail out in my
head, so I need to jot it down to avoid forgetting any details. Ha Ha, I have a
tortuous mind! My biggest problem turns out to be that I press to hard when I’m
writing – I can clearly read the imprint.
Well, my basket is taking shape,
now! I’ve stuck the paper rolls between two pieces of cardboard and am now
waiting for the glue to dry. I’ve put the chalk paint and the stone pestle and
mortar on top to flatten it.
Hmmm, I’m wondering whether I should
use round paper sticks for the weft (thread woven around the waft, which are
the longitudinal threads) or whether I should flatten them?
I was busily rolling paper sticks
when Rose called … I went downstairs and heard her cat, Abby crying almost
non-stop. I saw Rose had unlocked the gates so I walked in … to find poor Rose
in a state! Abby appears to have had a stroke, she’s crying almost non stop her
pupils are wide, when she tries to get up, her left side doesn’t seem to
support her and she’s drooling helplessly … she was already in the carrier, so
I carried her to the car for Rose. They are rushing off to the vet now … Abby
would be sixteen years old mid December.
Rose was telling me yesterday that
she fears that it may be time to euthanize poor Abby. Rose woke up at three in
the morning to find Abby had soiled all over the bed while Rose had been
asleep! She’s no longer getting down to the litter box, though she does still
climb up to the bed. Abby had also wet the bed badly. Rose was having trouble
sleeping, waking at every noise and sound in fear of finding herself covered …
that’s why she got the cat carrier from her daughter, for Abby to sleep in, so
Rose can get a night’s sleep.
I’m afraid the vet confirmed that
Abby had a stroke. They gave her something to calm her, because she was crying
and thrashing about, trying to regain control of her body … there was nothing
they could do, except release her.
She had a long and good life. She
was loved and cared for her entire life, up to the last minute. So loved, in fact
that Rose could not bring herself to make the decision – which has now been
made. As soon as she returned, I went to see Rose.
Shadow came in for a good, long
munch and drink, then went out again. I’m quite sure that whatever ailed her,
is now behind her and she’s recovering – and will hopefully be back to her old
weight soon! Hopefully she’ll spend more time with Rose now, as well.
I couldn’t stay too long, since it
was getting on seven and I don’t want my mippies out after dark again; no
worries today, though. Ziva isn’t too keen on being indoors this early (by her
standards) and was quite restless for a while, mipping at me for scritches –
but eventually she settled down on the chair with Lady Jane.
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