Ever felt like this?
Am I really getting old? Past it?
Following the marathon clean and sorting I then launched into Tuesday morning which was a catch up with the girls at the Cafe Connect. We discussed the previous Kids Activity Morning at the Lighthouse Museum when 67 children turned up with parents and carers.
Discussions went on as to what we were to do this week. (stay in bed.)
Wednesday was my usual art group morning. Our topic is conversations.
I decided to do my representation in water colours of a photograph I put on the blog a while ago, the conversation being, semaphore! It just tickled me, here it is - so far, a lot more work to do.
In between all this there was no gardening - thanks to the gulf stream, which isnt streaming, but is sat on top of us. I am seeing great swathes of green, no colours, no crops, as in grain crops, soggy sheep, soggy cows....
Lovely Peony. Just had to cut it and bring it in. Normally I do not cut garden flowers unless there are masses of them. But the wind and the rain lashing them about, I feel I have rescued the beautiful .
I am also picking poppies which, again, I would not normally do, but where is the pleasure from seeing them open up and then get battered? If you surround them with Lady's Mantle they stay upright in a vase. Lovely.
And I did find time to watch the birds. Big Daddy. He had me laughing out loud as he sidled up to a female, made sure he was in profile, head down, tail up, she was not impressed. She flew off, he went off in noisy pursuit.
Again, blame it on the Gulf Stream, I think the mating season should be over now, but confusion reigns, at least with the male of the species.
Above is a Beam Trawler, Carinthia from Grimsby. Sidling in to Fraserburgh Harbour. Apparently they catch flat fish in the North Sea.
This beauty is in the boat yard for repair or whatever.
I am hoping Penny or her partner will tell us all more about it, come on Penny!
All I know is that it is beautiful.
Which brings us to today. The Lighthouse Kids Activity morning. We had 30 plus Kids today, along with their parents/ carers. I had, amongst others, Anastacia ( SPELL IT WITH A CURLY C.) (me - where do you want the curly c?) Annya, Annia, and then a proper Steven.
One child I was informed was diagnosed as autistic. So what? Why the label? The label was given after half an hour with some child psychologist. No further comment. Apart from having been trained in child development, got a distinction in the qualification and having worked with kids for over 30 years there was no way this child was autistic. Clever, yes, in fact quite brilliant. But now labelled for life. Aaargh.
The view from the Lighthouse Cafe. Tis the gulf stream.
No doubt why I have a flat battery.