The prompt at
Sunday Scribblings this week is "Second Chance". I've been dancing back and forth towards writing something on the topic, but as the very idea of Sunday Scribbling is to write in the moment and post it, I'm disinclined, because I don't know what will emerge (or, rather yes, I think I DO know what will emerge), and I just don't want to go back again to the angst about the end of my marriage, and the second chance we didn't give it.
See what just happened? I got a chance to bemoan my fate, and I didn't take it! I think maybe, just maybe, friends, I am moving on! If you'd like to read what second chances others have written about go
HERE.
Today the sun is out, but there's a chill breeze blowing. Just right to get some laundry dry outdoors, but not for sitting outside. Walking, yes - which I will be doing later on this afternoon, as soon as I've had lunch and finished one or two tasks.
It's been a good weekend for getting things ticked off my mental "to-do" list. I'm good (sometimes) at getting to the big things, but the little ones can slip down, down the list, and so today, I did a bit of clearing, and within an hour had written the cheque, sent the emails, sorted the file of notes, put the recipes away, shelved the books, dumped the junk-mail, typed up the poems, noted the calls to be made tomorrow, and I feel good.
Yesterday, after a couple of months' absence, I put my tracksuit on and headed to the gym! And it was shut! They went off on a training-day, and no-one told me! (How were they to know I'd suddenly decide that today was the day to start - again - getting back into shape?) So, when I got home, I washed my windows. And when that was done, I washed my car! (I have never, never, washed my own car before! - I'm a great believer in the drive-through)
See? Energy, and resolve to get back into good (better, shall we say?) eating habits too, had me make up the most delicious salad for dinner. OK, ok, I did eat it with potatoes, but the balance was 2/3 plate of salad, 1/3 potato! And when I put more food on my plate, it was salad, not potato.
Amber asked to see some of the artwork I was bragging about last week, - saying how happy it makes me to have great pictures for my walls. Unfortunately, my photos of them really do not do any of them justice, but I'll see what I can do:
This was a gift from the artist. Trisha Kelly. Am I not a lucky lady?
To thank me for bringing him into the world, my son made me a gift of this on his 18th birthday. He was having a sentimental moment, and I am very glad to have this soothing, gentle, mystical watercolour on my hallway wall. It's by Gerry O'Mahony
5 Comments:
Fun to see the art work onyour walls...I like Christine Brown's work, especially!
Thanks for visiting my blog! We are having warmer weather than you..but still have the windows open and sit out in the shade!
I like how you often are sneaky about posting about the subject assigned - makes me think harder.
This prompt inspired me to do a Sunday Scribbling too.
What wonderful pieces of art!
Glad you found your resolve and are doing the things that make you happy.
(Your story about the gym made me laugh. Better luck next time!)
Hi! I came by yesterday and tried to tell you how much I LOVE your art, and the color on your walls too. But it wouldn't let me leave a comment. :(
Anyway, I hope this works. I do love all of it. We have the same taste in art, I see! all the bold color, and the meaningful images. Makes me want to show some of what I have on my walls, and to invest in more work by people I know. Can't wait to see more!
:)
The art on your walls, the vivid colour and this whole post were wonderful and just what I needed to read this morning - thank you!!! I shall have to get back to Sunday scribbling.
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