A day away and the thread moves on like an express train. Dreams, cats, viruses, spring flowers, BG readings, paintings, stories, delicious bread, chicken, burgers, taps, weather, jets and automobiles, just another typical day in this thread
Aunties Funeral went as well as funerals can go. In typical Aunty fashion the old dear put me to the test from wherever she now resides. In her will I was left a hand written poem with the request I read it at her cremation, Remember by Christina Rossetti but abridged by Aunty. In the order of service the full poem is printed with the heading read by Muddy Cyclist (actually my real name not MC) so what does one do, read the hand written abridged or the full poem expected by those sitting in the pews? Either way an explanation was going to be required, thanks Aunty!
The evening with son and my two oldes granddaughters brightened up a somewhat difficult day.
Dressing up their long suffering, scruffy, badly constructed but much loved dog. Here is the outfit I voted for....
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Apparently they take him long walks dressed so and he puts up with it.
Then being aware I am behind on my daily painting I convinced them to help me create a picture, we decided on Frost on Cow Parsley which seems to grow profusely along their lane. I had some heavy watercolour paper and so loaning their paints they helped paint the blue background. After the paper had dried we scratched off the paint to show the white paper and form the Cow Parsley, so joint effort. A4 size.
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Then the oldes insisted on telling me this rhyme.... sorry all you cat lovers, but it is so true....
Quick, quick the cats been sick.
Where, where?
Under the chair.
To late, to late, ''tis all in vain.
The cat has licked it up again.
She really isn't a horrid child, honest.
Just done loads of food prep as tomorrow may be Burns night but here it's a jam session for 16 musicians, must be mad. Still at least no bagpipes.