Back in July ...

....time in a circuit of English travel; bypassing the areas visited long past and all anew. 

Brand new coach with USB ports from a city ... 

The city to city fun fare to enable the continuation of the wide circuit route from North West to South West England.  This after travelling first class on the most talked about route from London Euston up North. Those who do not travel on the Pendolino or Super Voyager end up on the other slower competition sitting on the floor if only a few carriages in operation.  

The first class once again, the price of what can be standard on other routes ... the knack of travel on the times one can do advance bookings ... the time when plans do materialise

Travel with many new tales, interesting, weird. On this particular brand new coach, the irony of the coach driver announcing we were debuting a new coach. Subsequently on arrival at the very next city, Bristol, we were all transferred from this newness, the modernisation to not the current fleet of usual coaches, but the sometimes rickety old, old, back up coaches when the coach needs a overhaul in maintenance, down near the River Tamar.

  ... this the same area where it tends to happen away from the cities ... the buses less hybrid, aerodynamic, the county where it is populated by the politicians in the silly season ... yet the only rail track too not to get updated even when the Dawlish line was out of action a while one season ... along with so much neglected in investing in the infrastructure, the further you are away from the hub of Parliament... 

A bizarre time

part of the time in solace in a dingy room of extreme circumstances starting to see the light  ... to an extremely busy ward alongside doctors, nurses and catering all between. The patients from all walks of life in the now catered for in diets religious or swallowing needs. The diverse hydration requirements. 

Today one was witness again to grumpy personalities telling staff to f*** off, the high expectations of being left alone in shared rooms whilst receiving treatment... The refusal of washing, food ... 

At least when I came home today, I was not stumbling over belongings being dispersed or kept to go North of the Country. And eventually the South West too. The quiet realisation to get life in change with a little aggravating part of it  to get to the end goal of a life how I like it. 

I hate and avoid anything in the created floor space of current living within a home  ... This cannot be avoided in the toss of keep, rubbish, recycled or charity. 

I think it is quite funny my refuse and recycle sacks are taken three out of the four times a year they are delivered, cos the new people think I don't need as many, when they realise who lives where etc, No doubt! This and those many assumptions I deal with in a hospital most weeks ... 

The time back inside now for another part of the week ... The resist to do more than scan the room, a place avoided for a while, to concentrate back on the present. And to rest.  It is difficult when items not seen a while turn up. My art portfolio is now accessible ... though I still have not had a peek inside yet.  I still have to block the time in a room to regain the space of a functioning room. One forgets to eat lunch. And that is when not in there into the night. Or when I cannot sleep. The bedding needs attention. And most importantly I need to pack up to travel to see a fast growing puppy. And my close family ... that time even more precious; seeing I lost a decade of not travelling to see the world outside  ... 

Paint ads

what I have been waiting for .... the Spring clean offers on paint cans. I cannot wait until a bank holiday deal. One is in mode of swift change in difficult room access of atypical kind. The base colour doing on part of the wall ... The part where air has not circulated properly a while, needing refreshing in the middle of hoard clearance. The more slow possssions to check for financials not aware of. The board member PW not cleared sensitively yet. The staff newsletters. The Cave social housing reviews, list of attendees and so much ... The manuals of policies with pie charts and graphs in volumes of those in charge of how I live in this social home. 

I will use an ombré effect in the same hues. The darker shade at the bottom of the wall gradienting up to where it is acceptable for now. A spruce in the layers of dust and spores. I will have to time it right for ordering too, I suspect the offers more localised will be when I will be doing other things. 

I will be dog sitting soon. And no doubt at some point cat sitting too.  I will allso be getting the further stages in peeling back the layers of time stood still ... those who will help me here. The end result in a move to the coastal plains ... and calling in the assistance of a doctor if still practicing to write letters to those bodies of people who keep letting me down ... that assistance in removals of a nice place to leave for an exchange one possibility 

Currently that would not be possible ... the project management of my case so failed until I came back up for air ... literally and metaphorically... 

Feline Fascination ... via the fraught to the fruitfulness ...

Those fascinating feline moments at Yuletide; reminiscent of all those who take more interest in the outer modes of festive packing. The animals of this particular household had their own tree with stockings. This Christmas tree came courtesy of the Buddies charity cast off its decor to be father used at the shut up of business. 

It now seems more than yesterday that time with a young feline. The end of a January where the doldrums were cast aside to obliterate the past in more effort, to enjoy the now. A home not of the usual spring clean mode coming into operation in some homes, up and down and around many settlements. It is attacking the time stood in limbo. And time in too much happening in a disorderly way. It is now being tackled in the spirit of ruthlessness. The harder parts now will be the reminders in stray milliseconds, before I remind myself of the end result. 

A life in an invisible whirlwind, tattered and ripped apart in tiny fragments. It is commencing with a blank canvas ... the myriad of opportunities happening, whilst I fathom the pieces left in the meantime... 

Health related foods

the mindfulness of yet more tests to come. The regime of a combat kitchen. The fresh seasonal foods. The blue eggs. The cornfed chicken. Organic where cost allows. The soya milk in the home again. I thought about growing potatoes again. I am still not religious enough to see from start to finish ... plus I don't want to be bound to home constraints of watering and whatnot. 

The hints and tips, not just of the wilder world. The encapsulation of seeing personal timelines of those with various life threatening and terminal ills. There own resources used and beneficial to health from these goodies.

I am keen for an exercise bike again. For now the exercise within a room is in tandem with life on a ward. That until the pounds fall off so I don't have to pay the earth for the maximum weight for a bike where the saddle doesn't disappear with the wide berth! 

A shame Dad is not here to design a contraption for my current baggage. He made all sorts of contraptions to sell. We have fond memories of time riding on various things on the way to delivery of said items. And especially my own go kart ... it would be more than reinforced and no doubt HW would have source a more comfortable seating area ... 

When it hits you ...

the life cycle moving way forward ... the millennium seems only yesterday. The key people now decesnsding to what is believed to be a better place. We will learn of that when it is our time. 

A week going into the silly season ... and time in a July end in a different place in many ways, before sifting through more ghost past in this current summer sparse in staff and people stuffed in parks, beaches and all things summery in that month of August ...  

Summer outings under the sun clouds; out of the continued dust clouds ongoing inside! 

Ghost gifts past ...

emptied out ... the influx of much where life stood still in time. The lost time given in this time now. Those in good condition would surprise those who think all hoarders are full of shite ... 

This was the last shoe box of gifts, before I no longer bothered in the influx horrible. When the time for us become no different day to day. We did those requisite Christmas time festive gift shoeboxes for the school and other activities in those usual donation requests ... I did one for the family too usually filled with creative goodies ...