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Good Intentions

I can’t believe we are in February already! Where has the time gone? I don’t make New Year resolutions but at the start of every year, I resolve to carry out those tasks I have for one reason or another put off. And already, some of this year’s good intentions have slipped by the wayside. The first was to go out every day for a walk. I need the exercise as I do sit for long periods either at the desk or whilst painting. So far I’ve not managed one day; the weather has been far too cold and windy here for me to risk going out, and the past two weeks I have been laid very low with an awful chest infection and cough which doesn’t want to go away. But I do intend, once I feel fit enough, to venture out daily, even if only for 5 minutes. I hate this time of year as invariably I fall ill, I miss not being able to potter outside in the garden, and I sorely miss the warmth of the sun on my face. Roll on spring, I say.

What I find even harder to believe is that today sees the commencement of my fifth year being at home after having been made redundant and deciding to retire, of sorts. Those last few months working out my notice were filled with all the tasks and plans for things I wanted, nay needed, to do at home and I was itching to get started on them: things like cleaning out the kitchen cupboards, decluttering, and getting rid of the all the pots and dishes I never use.

The same with my cabinets in the dining room – why on earth was I hanging on to what must be a dozen rectangular table cloths when my dining table is round? These cupboards seem to breed junk, cookery books never used, dishes and all sorts given as gifts yet rarely removed from their boxes. Why was I holding on to a drawer full of cutlery, when we use the canteen we treated ourselves to for our 25th wedding anniversary? Miss-matched sets of crockery, a shelf full of drinking glasses we don’t use, empty biscuits tins that would one day come in handy. What other little treasures would I to find in the deep recesses of the shelves, I wondered? And, yes, you’ve guessed… I still haven’t sorted them out.

Then there’s the stash of recipes carefully torn from magazines – cake recipes and baking ideas and hints that need to be filed in a ring-binder instead of shoved down the side of the microwave. Which brings me onto the breadbin. No, don’t panic, it’s not full of breadcrumbs and mouldy bits of crust! We use our wooden breadbin as a storage box; it’s our medicine cabinet, but things in there I know are so out of date and old, it really must be sorted out. And soon.

And I won’t even mention the huge box full of photographs. Oh, all right then, I will. My husband and I love taking photographs; they do provide a lovely memory of people, places, times etc. But we even keep the bad photos, the blurred and not so good ones. Why, I ask myself. Why? Why? Why? They were all stored in one of the drawers in the base of our bed. When last year we refurbished our bedroom the packets of photos were consigned to a large plastic box in my dressing room, the divan drawers now used to store the bed linen. I really must sort them through and be ruthless, along with the overflowing wardrobes, groaning bookshelves in the office and, not least, the creepy dark cupboard under the stairs. Heaven only knows what’s lurking in there.

And yet, here I am several years down the line and not a thing done. It’s not that I’m lazy, far from it, but other things have somehow gotten in the way. I haven’t dawdled away four years. I set up a small publishing house helping other authors get published for the first time, got my first novel published, edited novels, painted, sold paintings, helped fund raise for my nephew (news of little George to come soon, I promise). All things as well as gardening, writing – not that I’ve done a lot of that lately – housework, holidays etc etc.

So, maybe the intentions were there and still are, but at least they are good intentions and somehow, this year, they are going to be done. I’m determined. But first, I’m going for that little walk. Not far, it’s freezing out there this morning, but I have to start somewhere. Small steps. And who knows, by this time next year I might have achieved something: a tidy, clutter-free house along with a feeling of a job well done.

I Love My New Painting

PART_1420147115191_20150101_121947My cousin is an artist that does beautiful creations. She came up to help me when I was looking at paint and floors for the house. One of the rooms I had painted was the kitchen. The color is harvest but more of a harvest yellow then a harvest gold. I was mentioning that I needed a picture that would compliment the color and… I love it.

To make it even more special the teapot–gravy bowl was taken from a teapot that was our grandmothers. It’s sat in a promenent place in my kitchen for years. When Barb painted it she said it wasn’t a teapot like I thought but a gravy bowl. I said, “I don’t think so it looks like a teapot.” “No.” She says. “I did research and its definitely a gravy bowl.” When we hung the picture it was perfect in every way but she did paint a gravy bowl and Nana’s is a tea pot. We laughed and thought about how much Nana would have laughed with us.

Tea pot – gravy bowl– the picture is absolutely perfect. Do I feel special, oh yes it isn’t everyone that has a cousin like I do and I treasure the time we spend together.

A great way to start a new year. Thank you Barb.


image1One year – it’s been one year since I moved and with almost thirty years accumulation it was a challenge. This house is about the same size as the other, but they have used the square footage differently. As you might guess I like some things more and some less. If it had only been the house I wouldn’t have moved, but the other place has seven acres and Jack had a lot of it landscaped. We had equipment, three lawnmowers. Two of them are riding ones. Still, it was hard to keep it all up. Here I don’t even have a lawnmower. The HMO takes care of the front and the back is landscaped without grass.

The other house had sprinkler systems but they were old and had to manually be turned on. Here there is an automatic underground system.

One thing I did enjoy was watching the garden come to life. The lady that lived here and created the gardens must have had a green thumb as her things have thrived, not one plant has died so far. She especially loved lilies it seems as there were lilies blooming most of the year. One type would bloom and when they were about finished another one would take over.

So with everything moved, some new stuff, like a dining room table, and a lot of old stuff it is easy living. Iimagex2 have more free time than I have ever had so this year I may play a lot. One thing I do want is to put on a covered patio. The gas grill has natural gas to it so I want the patio to cover that and furniture so I can leave it out year round. I’ll probably need to have it either attached to the house or anchored to the ground, as the wind is strong especially in the back yard. So that is the planned project for this year. The picture is a before picture, I’ll post a finished when it’s done.

What about you? I know Kit has some ambitious plans at her place. It will be fun to watch this year unfold Over The Backyard Fence.