Posted in Drawing, Personal Observations

Being Arty -My Very Own Salvador Dali

I like to draw from time to time and always enjoyed art at school (albeit I wasn’t great at it). So regardless of the fact that we are all locked in and trying to keep ourselves occupied, we enjoyed this activity a long time before.

I’m fond of Salvador (Dali)

In 1999 (tender age of 20 something) I spent the final year at University hanging out with an art student. I was studying computing but wanted a break from 24/7 techie talk.  I attended art exhibitions for a mindset change, hosted by students, and made a new friend.  This friend of mine was a big fan of works by Salvador Dali.  Long story short, over the course of the year I too became a fan of his work.  I kept rabbiting on about it at home, so for my next birthday I got a re-print of one of Dali’s master pieces (I wouldn’t have said no to an original).  Continue reading “Being Arty -My Very Own Salvador Dali”

Posted in Mondays

Mondays – I wish I had…..#9

“taken the time to appreciate the night sky more”

Just before heading off to bed last night, I went to double lock the front door. It’s normal practice, but last night I opened the door and stood out on my steps. Looking up I caught sight of the night sky and gleaming stars. So I took a picture of it.

Night sky

I stared at the stars for a while, maybe a neighbour may have spotted by unusual behaviour. But I realised how little time I spent looking up, too busy looking down, just another headless chicken. The photo won’t do it justice but the sky was beautiful, the stars were joyful and at peace. I wouldn’t say the air quality is poor where I live, but it may be a nice improvement compared to 8 weeks ago.

Today a friend shared the following on a WhatsApp group, and so I wanted to share it with you. Have you noticed such changes where you are? If so, let me know.

Posted in Mondays

Mondays – I wish I had…..#8

“not been so harsh on the evolving tech”

Here’s the irony! I work in the tech industry but have never embraced it fully. While I may appreciate the speed of development I refuse the notion it’s going to make our life easy. But maybe I was a little harsh.

Yesterday was Mothers Day and I know this can be a tough day for a lot of people. On fathers day while my kids and wife do spoil me, I feel an emptiness because I do miss my father. In the interest of safety my siblings and I decided we would not all meet up this time around. Though my mum is a fit and healthy 65 year old, we didn’t want to take the risk. Yesterday afternoon we all set up our laptops in our houses and used Microsoft Teams for a 3 way Happy Mothers Day chat and celebration session. It was strange to start with but mum loved it. I know she feels it but she was happy we still kept up the tradition of meeting, be it virtual.

So for the tech that lets you keep in touch, to talk, to share good things or moments of uncertainty, hail hail.

Posted in Mondays

Mondays – I wish I had…..#7

“perked up and shared my thoughts on greed”

This one is related to my weekly Friday post published a few days ago. In my local supermarket we were no strangers to panic buying. In the lane next to me a lady had a shopping trolley filled with large bottles of water (I counted 5 packs of 6 2litre bottles), a crate of tins of beans, tomatoes and 6 packs of pasta. Maybe she was buying for neighbours, maybe not.. but I so wanted to tell her to consider others!

But I grit my teeth, scanned my 6 pint of milk, pack of eggs and a birthday card, and zoomed off. Oh which of the seven deadly sins does this represent?

Posted in Food, Personal Observations

Toast from love

First…the idea

Today’s post is dedicated to our community writer Nikki, who publishes her writings on her site centered on mental health and personal observations. Go check it out, no nonsense talk which has been insightful to all her readership.
This post sprung from something Nikki said about toast (it was much more then that) and so I thought why not.

Not just any toast

This is a short story about the origins of this toast (my toast image above). You see, I rarely eat bread, it’s a weekend treat in my quest to avoid too many carbs during the week. As the kettle boiled and I poured the water into the mug, it began overwhelming the teabag. With no control the tea leaves dispersed in a fit of emotion. I was overthinking this too much so left the scene to turn a slice of bread into a toast. As I sat down slowly eating this toast, a revelation shot through my head leaving me paralysed. You see, this was no ordinary slice of toast – it was different; I could taste the love swirling within my mouth. All of a sudden I was transported to it’s journey.

A toast to flavour

The morning before the baker, who worked in a large supermarket was not in a happy mood. That morning he baked bread as normal, packaged it and placed on the wooden shelves for the customers. But he didn’t engage in much conversation with anyone. In fact he stayed at the back today, near the hot ovens that were busily baking the bread. His focus was lost, his attention vacant and all this impacted how his body prepared the fresh bread. If truth be known, he should have admitted his position and been more honest. It had been uncharacteristic of him to behave in that manner, to remain stubborn. He had become a closed book to the only one reader who should have been able to flick to any page without permission.
The tiger sticks were too crusty, the tops of the loaf too crumbly, the croissants showing signs of over baking. On the rare occasion when he did walk out from the back and to the front, the audience of bread looked sad, just like him.
The evening that followed that morning he crept into the bedroom slowly. Every movement was delicate, he didn’t want to be heard or seen. Right there he had a choice, to get dressed and slide into bed or to face up. The rapid exchange of should I, shouldn’t I felt like a colossal wave, and he the sailor having to quickly decide to either forge ahead or turn back. Finally, he sat on the bed and placed his hand on his wife’s shoulder. She must have been awake because she turned around that very moment, maybe even before skin made contact with skin. In that embrace between them both, the heavy burden seeped its way out of his body. The platform of life was better stable for him now, like the bread he had expanded in ways he felt comfortable.
He didn’t need to creep around the bed now, there was a bounce in his step. He hopped into bed and feet entwined. The morning after that evening he baked with a renewed passion. He carefully watched each bread rise to the morning occasion. He whistled as he packed each type of bread and carefully placed it on the wooden shelves. He spoke to each and every customer who picked up the bread, asking them what they were going fill it with. Just then his pocket vibrated, his phone displayed a message from his wife which filled his heart with joy; they would no longer be just two.

I’d realised my tea had turned too dark, the teabag had submerged more then it should have, like two souls becoming one. However until the next weekend came along, this toast of love would be a nice reminder, that your mood can be an ingredient in your cooking.