My past week...
I have watched: hardly any TV (for those who don't know, I LOVE TV and I could care less how sad that is.)
I have been reading: Cricket Term by Antonia Forest. I always seem to revert back to children's books when I'm stressed or sad, although like Alan Garner, Forest's books are a little bit more than your usual children's books.
I have been laughing at: literally the funniest thing I have ever read, Antonia Forest's Marlows series in lolcat. What is LOLCAT?! I had to read up on it too, basically it's an internet thing, badly spelt nonsense printed onto a cute cat picture - 'A lolcat (pronounced /ˈlɒlkæt/ LOL-kat) is an image macro of one or more cats. The image's text is often idiosyncratic and grammatically incorrect. Its use in this way is known as "lolspeak" or "kitty pidgin".' *This will only be funny to you if you're familiar with the books and the characters!*
I have worried about: James! He's off to nursery in September and I feel like I've ruined him by keeping him at home with me and not taking him to any of the groups and socialising him. I worry he won't make any friends and have to keep telling myself that he's fine with other children when we see them, that he is friendly and that I do enough things with him really - we go on lots of outings, he helps me cook and bake, we paint (although I don't enjoy that - I don't like the mess). I had to check with my mum that I had made friends at nursery! I have always found talking to new people pretty difficult so I think that's why I'm worried.
I am currently: watching the bats loop and swoop as I type this drivel, they're making me feel so happy!
I am painting: more bright, simple pieces in the acrylic gouache. Nice lighthearted stuff.
I have finished painting: a little series of works on board with a slightly desolate mountain/snow/night look to them. I have been a bit preoccupied with sad thoughts of death and loss which triggered the memory of a documentary I watched a couple of months ago. It was a BBC Storyville documentary about the K2 summit, specifically a disastrous summit attempt by several groups of people in one day. There were a couple who managed to reach the summit and who saw the sun setting from up there and the shadow of the mountain lying across the land below into China - unbelievably beautiful. I found the story deeply affecting, the idea that time runs differently at that sort of altitude is a fascinating idea, which coupled with the visuals and the tragic outcome for many of the mountaineers, has stayed lodged in my mind.