Yesterday........ Was Lunch with a friend who is having a bad time. Mary’s vet visit and steroid treatment for her bad ear, A troll who irritatedly took my time A heavy heart at work tomorrow when I’m not quite ready for it But at dusk I stood in the garden and realised that the climbing rose around the door had bloomed again And everything was well
FRIDA "There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst. "
(We have had tree trimmers on the street right below us and they have been taking down a very very dead tall tree with their high crane and many workers helping to lower it down and then cut the trunk up. So, a saw has been going for hours and lots of loud voices for the last two days. Down in town dead trees are also being removed (trees that died from the Bark Beetle. The more dead trees they remove the safer the power lines will be in winter which is a good thing).
While waiting for cooler weather a little later in the day to go out for a walk, I've been taking care of things in the house. I found a folder with a lot of old art that I want to throw away so I took photos of them. Here is one of Frida I did back in 2008 when I was interested in learning about her life. Her life was filled with physical challenges and she died so young at 47. I was just learning to do portraits and looking back reminds me exactly where I was sitting when I sketched this (outside on my atrium that divided the main house from my bedroom and an area I loved to be in).
Last week due to what was predicted to be high winds (which never came to our area), I packed a few things, a suitcase with some clothes, some of my notebooks and personal things in case we had to evacuate due to high winds that could whip a small fire into a burning forest. Today I unpacked everything and decided not to worry about things that may or may not happen.
Sometimes worrying about things is so much more stressful than actually going through something. I already have had a huge fire bearing down on our property in 2003 and we evacuated and I never once worried about what was left behind, it almost felt like if it all burned down it would be a cleansing of some sort. The house didn't burn down but trees along the fence lined burned and it was a very close call.
Yesterday a new cockerel has suddenly appeared in this part of the village and the resulting “ Cock off!” between him and the single and rather lonely bantam cockerel who has lived between Church and gardens for over two years now was loud and never ending since around 4am. Like my fellow blurry eyed neighbours , I am very much in need of my bucket of coffee this morning.
The new cockerel with his distinctive crow has proven to be a minor irritation today Yesterday I was irritated by a troll, which is the way of the world , if you have, like me, blogged for any length of time. Trolls surface like pond scum Or as Julia Robert’s Julianne said in My Best Friend’s Wedding “ pond scum. Well, lower actually. like the fungus that feeds on pond scum.“ Anyway the analogy is true Trolls surface, like pond scum, from time to time.
For those that didn’t pick up on it, my troll appeared in Sunday’s blog. She ( and the language and way of writing proves the gender of the troll to me) disguised herself as a somewhat angry and traumatised elderly man called Bill, who had been separated from his Alzheimer suffering , nursing home resident wife because of Covid . “ He” took me to task about us not social distancing or wearing masks on the beach, not adhering to Government rules ( which we were) and eventually became more angered with a more pointed rant “ People like you ..selfish....hugs and kisses with a friend .....etc etc “ All personal attacks centred around me ,emotion and not in any fact relating to personal “ bubbles “ and rules of the time.
Bill’s logging on to blogger was only on that day. The threats and arguments had been clearly been collated from months ago and the troll didn’t factor that her use of language and argument had been clearly used before under other pseudonyms and guises. It is easy to compare the wording and grammar Exactly......A no shit Sherlock moment ..
How dare that troll. How dare you, pretend to be and hide behind such a vulnerable character, in order to make a point and to obviously win an argument. And how sad that you have spent the time processing this infantile disguise in order to garden support and sympathy .
This is not the way adults should behave You should be ashamed of yourself.
There, out with anger , in with love! My bucket of coffee is almost empty and I’m more awake and I feel more human and finally the Cock Off has quietened down somewhat, so much so that I can hear the hedge sparrows arguing again in the honeysuckle over the front door. Big breaths Out With Anger , In with Love Today is a mooch day . I considered cinema but the weather is good and Mary has been booked in to the vets at 4 pm for a check up on her recurrent ear problem . So I will be making low fat meals for my Next long days at work. I’ve arranged to meet some old friends on Friday who are staying at Matriarch Irene’s Caravan park and Sunday it’s lunch out with Chic Eleanor and friends All lovely social things to look forward to Social distancing and government guidelines permitting .........of course!
I will leave you with this video
It reminds me of my singleton days before Husband and after my first boyfriend
