Cats in the Kitchen, Flora in the Garden

Well this has been one hell of a week and it is only Wednesday evening, I don't know whether to laugh or cry, I seem to have been taking some hefty slaps from life and some mildly strange things seem to be happening.

I have been concentrating on my Mother on Monday and Tuesday. She has severe arthritis and diabetes, she has been in terrible pain with her hip all weekend. She phoned me on Monday morning saying she couldn't stand the pain, I organised a doctor to visit her, and said I would come through on Tuesday. Tuesday morning, she phoned me at eight to say she had, had to phone careline, to put her to bed she couldn't walk. The doctor was to visit her again that morning. I rushed over there, by which time she had decided she was riddled with bone cancer. Unfortunately, my Mother always looks for the worst scenario. I managed to talk to the doctor without her and we decided she should go to A & E for an x-ray to make sure her hip wasn't broken. It wasn't, there was nothing they could do it was just severe arthritis. I sorted my mother our and returned home. My mother is housebound and in pain, obviously she is really low, she can't expect to get any better and must make the best of what life she has. Sometimes life can be so hard. She is determined no to move from her flat though. Though she understands I have her name on a list for sheltered accommodation near our village.

However I was pleased to talk to the doctor who told me in no uncertain terms, that I should under no circumstances feel guilty about my Mother. She stressed the fact that nothing I can do can help her, that my Mother has not adapted well to being a widow and that, combined with her illnesses, has left her with no joy in life and the feeling enough is enough and she is just treading water. Sad though this is, I am so aprreciative of the docor taking time to chat to me like that, and I just want to say to all of you who read my postings and are in the same position, please take those words to heart that the doctor told me. We are not cruel, we have done our best and there is NO need for guilt trips.

These two collages I have posted are 4x4inch chunky book pages for a swap I am taking part in. The top one at the right is called 'The bird brought loving thoughts from her admirer' and the one opposite is called 'Two cherubs take a walk though the flowers'.

I am hoping, as long as there are no more crisis, to complete moving into my new artroom. I have left the walls white, as I can't wait to get started working in there. Maybe after Christmas I will put some coloured paint on the walls, but I have got to admit the walls look very nice white with colourful prints and posteres, plus they reflect the light making it light for working. I have been trailing in and out of rooms all day, moving stuff around, nearly every room upstairs looks like a complete tip that someone has been rummaging in. I will take tomorrow to, fingers crossed, finish off and if I am lucky by the weekend I will be working properly in it.


Mildly strange things that have been happening. Well the first isn't really strange. At long last, when I was returning on the dark country roads from my Mother's last night, there was the most beautiful orange heavy gigantic harvest moon rising inbetween the trees and hedgerows, obviously not full now, but magnficient all the same. It had beautiful stripes of inky cloud splashed across it, then they would clear, then more would appear. Just simply gorgeous, and it did sooth my troubled spirit.


Then later, I was sitting reading in the chair, my husband was in the bath and I heard the tinkle of the bell that Pixie had on her collar. So I said 'Is that you Pixie?' and the bell tinkled again. The other night as I went up the stairs to bed I turned and looked at the kitchen doorway and there she was just sitting there. I get the feeling the time is coming to be thinking about getting another cat, I feel deeply that that is what she wants us to do.

Thinking about my last posting about the gentleman on the bus, and reading your comments, I am almost decided to take the same bus home from town as him, and go all the way and see where he disembarks. Well most of me wants to do that, but wouldn't it be awful if he got off the bus and went into a nondescript house, everything would be shattered? Perhaps, I shall just continue to observe him for now.

The other lovely thing last night was that a blogging friend had sent me an email to say there was a book illustrated by Beshlie, whom we both adore, for sale on ebay if I was quick. I was quick and I scored it. Wheeeey! So I am really looking forward to that arriving. Thank you P.G.

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