Sunday, January 13, 2013


I should have gotten out in the garden this weekend but somehow I didn't. Saturday was a chores and then mooching about and Sunday was chores then knitting and crafting. Quite pleased with the suede and ribbon effort above.

However, 13 days gone and still a lot of deck clearing to do - done a bit this week but only 87 to go ...

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Ars Gratia Artis

Days 2-4 were spent tidying, chores, clearing up some paperwork plus a trip to the seaside to clear the mind and a smashing lunch with friends.

Day 5 was a trip to the Tate Modern. Had a posh lunch by myself (very grown up) overlooking St Paul's. I enjoyed the walk from Southwark Underground Station too. I like the Jubilee Line with its concrete and steel. As I walked I considered why it is that London always uplifts my spirits - though I don't know if it would if I went every day anymore as I used to years ago, I think it is that the tall buildings always lift the eye heavenwards. As I walked a snatch of Omar Khayyam's Rubaiyat came into my head. I don't know why. Maybe I was thinking more about life in general than architecture. O love, couldst thou and I with fate conspire to grasp this sorry scheme of things entire, would not we shatter it to bits and then re-mould it nearer to the heart's desire. Hope that's fairly accurate.

Anyway the restaurant was great for people watching. Large family dos with champagne and singing Happy Birthday. Ladies who lunch. Couple who match - and those that seem not to. Men with pony tails who look gorgeous to my old hippy eyes. Some people chat, some shout, some are silent and look bored but who knows what's going on in their heads? Some soak up the glorious view. Lots of laughter - which was nice.

Then there was the art. isn't art interesting? Do the artists think they are preserving some idea for posterity? For me, the transient nature of the view creates seemingly permanent memories. How fading are these joys we dote upon. Or perhaps art is a way of the artist letting the inside out. Or, perhaps, our interpretation of what we see is how we let our own inside out. I got lots of ideas anyway and learned a thing or two which is the mark of a Good Day.

  • How fading are the joys we dote upon!
    Like apparitions seen and gone.
    But those which soonest take their flight
    Are the most exquisite and strong,—
    Like angels’ visits, short and bright;
    Mortality ’s too weak to bear them long. 

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

100 days

Day One
The sun is out and the sky is blue for the first time as long as I can remember! There is a lot to do in the garden as it is full of fallen twigs and battered plants. In the house too, there is much clearing out to do - also in my head! I have set myself 100 days to clear the decks - getting the house and garden a bit tidier, clearing out stuff I don't need and catching up with work stuff too. I am hoping that this process will also help to rid me of a few demons that lurk around when I don't keep busy.

"We have it in our power to begin the world over again." - Thomas Paine via  on Twitter

"The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live." - Flora Whittemore via  on Twitter 

I have started well today with clearing up the fall out from the party last evening. Recycling put out and that also makes me feel I'm doing my bit for the planet. 

99 days to go.