i broke my ankle on New Years Eve,
on a simple attempt to cross the street.
my feet moved off before my head,
and so i tripped right off the edge.
I broke both bones in my left leg,
“we’ll call an ambulance” they said,
but 2 hours later I still waited
getting more agitated.
so in the end to my car i hopped,
and my kidlet drove to the hospital and stopped.
they told me I would have to stay,
for an operation the next day.
I’ve had to have a plate put in,
securely fixed with 7 pins,
and part of a bone they couldn’t fix,
has now been given the surgeons flick.
so now I hop, and scoot round in my chair,
6 whole weeks no weight to bear,
and i think each time i see my foot,
before i moved I should have looked!
I’m taking a break from my blog
it’s become a really hard slog
to publish a post
when what I want most
is not to be bothered at all.
So thanks for all that I’ve read
and the images formed in my head
from your pictures and blurbs
and reading your words
has filled my heart with delight.
So it’s goodbye from me
and we shall see
if a 2019 blog is meant to be.
P.S I wish you all a safe, peaceful and loving Festive Season, may the Universe fill your hearts, and lives with joy and kindness overflowing.
I am thankful for the evening sky, a soft end to a good day.
I know, I have been remiss (and missing in action) with my Thursday SODding, but hey, WordPress has reminded me how weird they are today:
He wasn’t really sure that robots had a happy place, but he was certain that if they did it wouldn’t have been getting stuffed into a huge chunk of fish fillet and chucked off the end of a boat into a pack of feeding sharks just so some scientist could attmempt to monitor his progress through the belly of the beast. Luckily, or not, he didn’t have long to philosophise about where his actual happy place might be, before he was swallowed up by the one of the sharks, who was definitely in his happy place crunching fish fillet flavoured with robots.
If you want to find out what SOD really means – read this post
WARNING: If you don’t like “toilet” humour (and I mean that literally) – move along now!
This verse has been nagging me to write it for days since the “visit”- so I finally gave in and decided to traumatise you all as well.
there’s a poo in my loo!
it had been well hid, till I lifted the lid,
and a poo in the loo,
when you go for a wee, is not something you want to see.
oh, that poo in the loo,
who left it there? and do I really care?
but the poo in the loo,
says they need a lesson, in remembering to push the button!
so the door to the room of the poo in my loo
now displays note, on which I wrote:
you left a poo in my loo –
next time don’t rush, and remember to FLUSH!
I skipped the visuals for this one – it just seemed the appropriate thing to do!
A little gallery of some of the colourful things in my life lately.
Acrylic Paint on MDF
Ink&Resin Paperweight Dome
Ink&Resin Lidded Dish
Logged in tonight to this: which seems appropriate given that I have been MIA for the last 5 days or so due the birth of my second Grandson. I was privileged to be there all through labour and his birth, (a whole 3 hours complete stop to start to finish – speedy boy, this one) and share those moments with my daughter and her partner.
The Art of Love
how perfectly you fit
the suggestions of WordPress.
I counted all the years of we
then all the years of widow
and my world had tilted
the balance shifted
and so I cried.
My philosophy is simple: creative inspiration leads me to my happy place.
This post is my Thursday SOD – you can find out what that means, and join in, here