Bits and Blogs

I found this chair at the side of the road. That’s the way we hang at Foxta del Sol - you just put anything you don’t want outside and someone else comes along and takes it. It took me longer to drag the rusty old hot water tank round to the front gate than it did for some canny copper hunter to hustle it away. And the other week I had a knock on the door from some chappie who had taken some furniture from outside my place and was now having an attack of the guilts in case I was just putting it there for decoration or something. He was relieved to know I was trying to get rid of it.

Actually when I realised this chair was a Don, I did go and knock on the door and ask the surprised people who thought they were getting rid of Nan’s old junk, if they realised that these chairs are quite valuable now. I don’t think they believed me as they were very keen for me to take it. It does need quite a bit of work, some idiot has screwed one of the arms on with great big screws on the outside and it’s very wobbly. However, I think we can fix it and I thought I would paint it gloss dark chocolate brown and make the cushions in this browny-mappy fabric – maybe pipe it in red??

What does everyone think?? Let me know if you want it or you have a better idea for it.

I am still trying to do one thing at a time and not let myself get too busy, kind of keep life slow which is weird after such a busy life but it feels right. Life is simpler and smaller these days. I wonder about my blog too; I try not to write too much as it seems these days we only read a few a paragraphs at a time. I’m not sure if that is an outcome of reading news online, communication through FB messenger and the fatuous stuff we all waste time looking at on our phones or just the a general need to move on to the next thing more quickly.

Heaven forbid that I should bore you all or write more than we can cope with. But it does seem that life touches me in a lighter way these days too. The black dog is always a shadow at my shoulder and I am finding there are many more ways to be alone than I had ever realised, but a simpler, quieter life is good.