Gallery Space

These pics are a little bit crunchy, but I just wanted to pump out this little mini-reveal into a space I am quite excited about.

 
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the Space as it is now .. and an artist's impression ( ha! ) of future space ...


 Ok .. so this is a little alcove after you come in the front door.  it used to be the kitchen, and one day, about 5years from now, it will be an open stairwell.

I like it.  A lot. 




The amount of  perfect going into the house bothers me somewhat - sure I love clean lines and surfaces, but i'm also drawn to the quirk - textural interest .. imperfections, flaws..

Which, if homes are a reflection of their owners, then I think i'm pretty true to myself.

And I dreamed of this wall.
I trust my dreams implicitly.


Yesterday I found these metal letters.
Today I bought them.


I can't tell you how happy they make me.

Who Knew?

Finding a petrified poo in your garden could make you feel so sad?

On the upside, the new daisies that were being undermined/uprooted from their nice soft soil seem to be making a comeback...

MC took this pic of Bobby rolling in a sunbeam 3yrs ago.

Bobby Xx

We had to call the Vet today - we picked up the boy early from school and the Vet paid a house visit. Their bedside manner was nothing short of amazing.

Taking these pics seems kind of ogreish, but the boy asked me to get my camera. The younger was napping, Dad was counselling, and I felt a bit strange actually, taking photographs. I don't have any other images of my children crying, in grief..

The younger awoke when the Vets arrived, and we all crowded in the bedroom. AB took the baby and I hugged the elder. I asked if he wanted to watch or go, and he elected to watch. The Vets were SO KIND and caring and explained every step.

It wasn't very nice when they had to put the line in. Bob had 'old man' veins and they had to try twice, he growl/ye-owled a little then and it was a bit upsetting. I have no idea what the bill will be, but i'm so glad they sent 2 people. The assistant held Bob firmly and sweetly and mumured sweet nothings to him. We did the same and petted his head.

Pretty quickly, he succumbed.



Afterwards, he looked so peaceful. It made me realise how much pain he must have been in. He was curled like a cat should be, like Bob always was, but not like he has been these last few days.

And tonight he sleeps cold in the ground.

I hate that, I really hate that.

It was only when I uploaded these photos tonight I realised the bedcushion ship's dial was set to STOP. I hadn't noticed. It made me cry all over again.

At least he's back out in his favourite sunspot in the garden again.

But it's still pretty awful.

:(

Coulda Been a Contenda

I met AB some 15 years ago, I think ( I need to consult diaries, i'm a bit of a bloke in the significant dates dept ) and for that long, he always talked about having a shot at the British Open.

AB is a pretty good golfer - I can't really say how much, because I don't know, and he cant' spend as much time on it as required - you know, he has to bring home the bacon and whatnot.
But I know he's pretty good and I hear others talk about it, and I often read good things about him, and it makes me happy to know he's really really good at something. Pride, you know.

So for a good 2yrs leading up to this year, he planned a trip away. A tour to pay his way, and he was going to try and qualify. It didn't matter if he got in or not, the thrill was in the doing, the trying, the being there, the history, the story.

The trip has long been booked, dates set, eagerly anticipated ( well, not by me exactly, i'm home doing the solo-parent thang again ).

And for the first time, since all those years ago when we were dating.
They changed the dates.

I feel so sad :(
I just called AB to see if it was 'ok' to blog about, and he laughed and said he was over it .. but gee, if it were me ... ... anyway.

He's making it up by spending the time in Fromelles.
AB has just about read every book on WWI, and his grandfather is there, somewhere. He was very sad when we went to France in 2003 and he thought it would be a simple train ride, not a day-trip away .. so he will go there this time and pay his respects and love it.

AB is 40 this year. He's been bloke-joking this trip is his present to himself: No wife, no kids, ha-ha. It wasn't supposed to get back to me, but I know WIVES of blokes, and they tell me things.
Ahh, my teamsters, my spies :)

Not that i'm insulted

It just lets me plan for MY reward for my 40th ? ;)