Mixed Bag.

More a catch up.  I may have been quiet on the blog front but have been busy elsewhere.

Back on the physiotherapy with a new group.

Though there are not this many of us and we still only have one exercise bike.

Back to Art Group.

My confidence has had quite a knock from the illness and subsequent break in creativity but it is coming back.  

The three art groups I am involved with which meet at Dalrymple Hall have been planning and organising a joint exhibition with Fraserburgh Photographic Society.

 

My job is to do the advertising including social media.  You can see' Fraserburgh Art Summer Exhibition' on face book. 

As Museum trustee I have been wading through appraisals, job interviews, disciplinaries, and doing battle with our local college on Modern Apprentice schemes.  Too confidential to blog about, although there have been some very amusing interchanges.

And having my eyes tested.

 

 See me peering over the glasses.  That is because I can no longer see anything through the glasses.  When I phoned the opticians we have gone to for over twenty years to tell them this they said I was not due an appointment and the earliest was July anyway.  And couldnt give a sod about me driving, not being able to read road signs, or even see there was a road sign, so I decided to shop more local.  

And indeed my vision has drastically altered.  My long sight has improved.....But I am old.  It was explained to me in a manner I could understand, though dont expect me to repeat it, I understood at the time of telling, ok?  I think its to do with a cataract I have lurking.

Now during this eye examination I had drops put in. So was not to drive.  I had been warned and the DP took me in and then went to a meeting.  I then had a choice of phoning for a taxi or walking up to the Lighthouse.  Wearing sunglasses as my pupils were the size of dinner plates.

So where to do any warm up exercises before the marathon trek?  

I need a bench to hang on to do some of the stretches but  I could give this gentleman a heart attack.

So I set off.  Despite 3 stops where I did my breathing exercises (hung on to a wall and made noises and groaned) I made it!

Though the day after, today, my legs feel like a mixed bag - of aching muscles. 
 

Blooming 'eck.

Only if you come from the North of England will you understand the title.

Its a polite way of saying Bl**** H***.

I took about twice as much of the above bloomings into our Wednesday Morning Art Group.  

Lilac, Cow Parsley, Poppies, Paeonies, Laburnam, Aquilegia,  (all in a plastic bucket, that once contained fat  balls to feed the birds on. ) 

The other half disappeared with the artists.  I like to share my garden and not being quite ready for the Open Gardens Scheme wherein you welcome in anybody and everybody to tea and cakes as well, and they all oooh and aaah over your wonderful garden (ignoring the wasteland of failed wild meadows) and purchase your seedlings and plantlets, I just go in there and cut everything that is blooming and take it in for anyone to draw, paint, pastel,  gouache or whatever.  Because this week our challenge was THINKING.  We had to look, think, a lot before putting pen, or brush to paper.

I had a go at the Lilacs.  Now on the wall of infamy, totally out of my comfort zone, I really need a nose, two eyes and feathers or fur to be inspired.  Not petals sadly.  I know my limits.  So why didnt I take in a stuffed animal or bird? (Because I havent got one.)

My limits have been drastically reduced.  I had my eyes tested and - as if I didnt know - was told my eye sight had gone totally haywire.  Some sort of fight between long sight, short sight, beginnings of cataracts (arent they waterfalls?) So I needed new glasses.  Appointment made for collecting of new glasses.  She should have gone to Specsavers.  Well I DID.  Given glasses, tested short sight , tick, tested long sight, tick.  Then I asked, "So where are the proper glasses?" as we were doing all this testing with the new sunglasses.

They havent arrived yet.  Oh boy, so now it has to be sunny - otherwise I can see nothing.

Blooming 'eck.