annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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Who am I to disagree?
I've been a bit active today, and it's only now, gone midnight and the first time I've stopped since 8 this morning that I've really noticed it. I'm like, wow, maybe I can be bipolar after all and not just a fucking depressive.
Awake at 8 to phone grandson Tony and wish him Happy Birthday. He's 9 and is off on his first residential school trip, for a few days. To be honest, me being cheerful at that time of the morning seemed to confuse him - I'm not famed for my sunny good nature in the early morn.
Up and into town - sighs of relief, it's our town again. The festival is over, the kids are back at school, the weather's shite - barely a juggler to be seen all morning.
Parking fines office. Cunts.
Library: Karin Fossum, new discovery, translated from Norwegian, utterly wonderful.
Stationer's for some PVA. I hang my head in shame at going behind stationery's back with haberdashery. What was I thinking? What are a few bits of ribbon and lace compared with a whole floor of paper and card of every size, colour, weight and texture? I was really really really good though and only bought the glue and some watercolour pencils.
It's Jane's birthday on Wednesday (the same day as my friend Julia who died a few years ago. I didn't realise this until after Julia died and I kind of like it). I'm going to give her this thingy here:
Don't know what it's called but you can grow clematis or sweet peas or anything through it.
I had a sudden idea for making her a card, so when I went to get Millie I took a photo of her house:
and another of the plants by her front door:
and made this with my watercolour crayons:
I know I've got the proportions all wrong, but I had a big spliff and just pressed on, while Marcus sat on the other sofa and wittered on about stuff. I'm pleased with it and I think Jane will be too.
Before that though, I'd gone for it in a big way with the cutting and sticking. I just used pictures from the art trail catalogue:
But I have plenty more pictures of trees and mushrooms and things, all cut out and ready. Now I just need me some surfaces...
As well as that I've written to the next level up of parking fine bastards and posted the letter, sorted out a photo-uploading jobbie (I hope), taken Millie for three short walks, cooked dinner, talked non-stop bollocks and looked at gorgeous stepfordtart's fabulous wedding photo several times.
Now it's time for some phamaceutical (in)action, methinks
Grateful for:
1. A day like today, with some buzz and energy. I literally cannot remember the last time I felt like this. Woo hoo!!
2. Sleeping pills so it doesn't go on all night
3. Marcus being a tolerant sort of a person, used to taking it as he finds it round here
4. Living near Jane
5. Sara getting into the final leg of this bloody dissertation, which is now about whether portraiture is a unique form of art. Or something like that. Discussions have been lengthy and arduous. At one point today she said, 'You can't possibly start making sweeping statements about what is and isn't art,' but she's wrong. It's only artists and people who've studied the subject that feel unable to say such things. The rest of us have no such compunction and are always banging on about it.
Sweet dreams xxx
12:02 a.m. - 03/06/2008
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