Time, see what has become of me.

With the untimely passing of one of my little misfits, Ebony, on Easter Monday, I am left heart broken and gutted. I reflect on the fact that I have wasted a few years or so, dealing with things that I really should not of had to. Let myself become distracted with the nonsense and needless drama. I cannot forgive myself, nor get that time back, of course. Time, marches on, relentless, whether we are aware of it, or not. We all, for the most part, get old, and with the declining health of the remaining misfits, family, and even myself, I fear the best of days have long gone by, without my being aware of it. But is that not always the case? We are unaware of the best of days, until the time comes when we realize they have gone by. I have not painted or sketched in many years now, nor do I feel the inspiration to do so. Does it even matter? In this day and age of constant, instant gratification, this ‘throw away’ society, you can literally be on top of the world one day, and utterly forgotten the next. Not that I was ever on top of the world, but, at least, I was on top of my world. But that is really neither here nor there, what mattered most was, is, my misfits, my family. I wish, like the rest of us, I could miraculously give back their time, their youth. As I look forward to the future, I am not ashamed to say that I am frightened. Will I be able to make the best of what lay ahead? This terrifies me, as I also realize I am ill equipped to do so, and, when it comes down to it, I can only really blame myself. Sure you can blame others, and maybe rightly so, but in the end, it was your own decisions that got you to where you are now. Having said all that, I still have to try, as do we all. Hope is all we really have. And so I hope there are a few good days left in the future. I, we, will miss you very much little Ebony, my Little Miss. You were such a little sweetheart, I am so very sorry I could not help you in the end, we love you baby girl, we will never forget you.

Stone carving, my new passion?

Well, it’s summertime, and there are a lot of things on my ‘Things to do’ list. But one thing in particular has me pondering, stone carving or ‘sculpture’ if you will. It’s something I’m interested in doing, yet not having done it before, well, I carved soap stone many years ago but I’m thinking of a more harder stone these days, and I’m uncertain on how to go about it. I like the classical hammer and chisel idea, although I’m getting on in age and my hands may not be able to withstand such a beating, they ache at times as it is. I’ve been thinking of a more mechanical approach to it, yet I need to learn which tools would be best for each job and for the varying types of stone. As with most things, trial and error is the path I must take to start off with, hopefully it will not take very long in finding what works best for me. None the less, there are other things that need my immediate attention, so getting around to stone carving may take a couple of weeks, hopefully not, but we shall see.

So, my basement flooded…

Stepped out to go to the bank yesterday, and upon my return, realized that my basement had flooded. How lovely. Since I live in an old house, built in the late 1800’s, there is no drainage in the basement. So for a hour or so the missus and I bailed and shop-vac’ed the several inch deep lake of water into the utility (laundry) sink. now that everything should be relatively dry, or at least damp, I have to go down and sort out what has been ruined. I can only guess what didn’t survive. Most likely some books, paperwork and my old portfolio which was sitting in the water. I guess the luck of the Irish wasn’t with me yesterday. Typical. Ah well, cest’ la vie.

Happy New Year

Well folks, it’s a new year. I hope all is well with you all. It’s time to try and let go of the old, and embrace the new. Don’t forget the old, just pack it away for reference, for reminiscing, all your fond memories and experiences, and even the not so pleasant ones. Learn, and move forward. Learn something new this year. Teach yourself to paint, draw, sing, play an instrument, write, knit, crochet, dance……….something, anything. Experience something new. Be happy, help others, be kind to all creatures, no matter what the outcome. Don’t let negativity rule your heart, or take negative criticism from others. Take it for what it is , and learn from it, even if it shows you who you really are inside. Carry on, and be well. Cheers.

I hope everyone had a pleasant Christmas

Good morning ladies and gentlemen, just a quick note. I hope all is well with you all, and that you all had a joyous Christmas. Even though it’s been a green, wet Christmas season here in the Great White North. Or should I say the Great ‘Green’ North. It’s been unseasonably mild up here, with record breaking warmth so far this season. To all the global warming deniers, you may want to rethink your beliefs on the matter. Most seem to enjoy the lack of snow and mild temperatures, and ignore the fact that our mother earth, along with all it’s creatures, is in distress. So i ask you then, is it too late? Some say yes, some say no. As for myself, I , for the most part, believe yes, yet hope for no. None the less, I don’t intend on making this post about the global warming issue, therefore I shall carry on as intended.

Christmas with family here was pleasant and joyful enough, even though the missus has been quite ill since Christmas day. She has been slowly recovering, and today seems to be much better, yet not 100%. I have not yet fallen ill, and hope not to. But time will tell. The puppies and kitties are all well, and are up to their usual antics. Although are currently all down for their late morning nap. Christmas, though festive enough, seemed to come and go quite quickly this year, I felt. Nor did the atmosphere feel overly ‘Christmasy’, if you will. Possibly the lack of snow coupled with the warm weather made it feel less, ‘Christmasy’. Who knows, maybe it’s just me. Looking back, I do miss those Christmas seasons with snow up to your knees, visiting friends and family with your parcels and packages. Brushing off the snow and warming up with a drink or two. The only thing missing this year was the snow and cold. Ah well. I do hope, however, that the rest of you ladies and gentlemen didn’t feel it too short, such as I, and had a wonderful Christmas season.

So with that ladies and gentlemen, I bid you adieu for today. The new year, 2016, is upon us. Where has the time gone?

Good morning folks, some changes are coming soon.

Good morning folks, hope you all are enjoying this lovely, dreary Autumn morning. I post this as I listen to the road construction crew just outside my front door, digging up the street and replacing all the old water and sewer pipes. They were originally supposed to be done by now, but have fallen way behind and have hired another crew to catch up, or so we’ve all been told. They now figure to be done by mid November. I sure hope they get it all finished before the first snow fall.

Anyway, before I head off to the cafe this morning I thought I’d drop a note or two here on my blog. I plan to make a few changes in the near future, try to post more art related posts. Yet I’m not sure if I’ll be doing that here on this blog, or my other one, which I’ve barely used. This blog is kind of a mess and all over the place, I plan to clean it up a bit. Rearrange and/or delete some things that I find to be pointless. I’ve been inspired lately to produce more work, yet can’t really find the time these days. I hope to change that soon as well.

I’m not sure if I have any readers anymore, I wouldn’t blame any of you since I haven’t been posting much of anything for some time now. But, there’s a quote that I recall, that stays with me. I’m not sure who said it, and it is originally about writing but I twist/modify it for painting as well. It is as follows, “It is better to write/paint for the self and have no public, than to write/paint for the public and have no self.” Although, if any of you are still out there, I do appreciate it. Thank you.

Enjoy your day folks, be creative. Even if it’s only just a little scribble on a piece of paper.



Hello weekend, nice to see you

I figure I’d share my Facebunk posts with the rest of my readers here since most of you don’t know me on Facebunk, here is the beginning of this weekends posts, and I’ll keep you up dated from time to time. Not that I think anyone really cares, I’m just in a mood. If you want to find me on Facebunk, drop me a line and I’ll direct you, maybe 🙂

First post below, posted a few hours ago……..enjoy……..

Well folks, this is a weekend that I need to get much done, while my beloved missus and company go on a weekend vacation with family, on a house boat at some lake somewhere. I hope they have a blast. I’ll miss them, so will the puppies and kitties, and fishies. As for me, I’m with the puppies and kitties, and fishies getting some much needed work done. Over this weekend you’ll be privy to watching me lose my mind smile emoticon posting videos, and ranting about whatever, whilst doing some much needed spring/summer cleaning and what not, I predict a lot of garbage at the curb this Monday. I may not sleep much, except when I pass out. For those of you whom I haven’t insulted in some way or another, and have blocked or ignore my posts here on facebunk, stay tuned. this should be fun, or ridiculous smile emoticon. Be prepared for a little madness, bad language, outrageous opinions, and of course some philosophical thought/lecturing. You are all invited to laugh, cry, rage and laugh some more. Enjoy. Carry on.

A few hours later…….

Well, just sittin’ around, puttering, waiting to hear from the missus to say that they made it to the Kawarthas ok. Which probably won’t be for another hour or so. So, lets post a music video. I won’t be posting some obscure tunes/videos that few have heard. Not yet anyway. And my self-righteous opinionated acid tongue won’t rear it’s ugly head just yet. So get your helmets and seat-belts on and get ready for a reality beating folks, c’mon it’ll be fun. I promise it won’t hurt that much, maybe.