Every now and then, I get in a mood where even logging on to blog seems like a monumental effort. I sit in my little comfy chair and say “I should write about this and that” and then … I realise I would have to make that teeny, tiny effort.
So I continue to sit in my little comfy chair, thinking of all the things I should be writing about. The end result is, you, my lovelies, don’t get to share my shatteringly wonderful ideas. Lately I haven’t been feeling well. Gallbladder problems. Bugger eh? Who knew such a small little organ can be such a monumental pain in the ass. The first inkling I had that my gallbladder was going to become a bad memory was the night I spent in emergency, turbo vomiting and well let’s just say puking on the surgeon is never a good idea. Although he was very nice about it. I’m still in possession of the annoying piece of my anatomy and waiting for the day they’ll take it. Trust me… I can’t wait. As I said, who knew it could be such a pain.
It’s funny how something you are only vaguely aware of can cause such problems. So if I disappear for a couple of days, it’s because I’m feeling pathetic and sorry for myself.
When I was a kid I collected bugs. Hmmm …. yea … I know stamps, books, bugs, can you get any geekier? One of my all time favourite bugs was and is the praying mantis. I would collect their eggs and hatch them. Can you imagine my delight when I ran across this video?
Makes me want to start hatching them again… then again maybe not.
I find that if I can get the eye correct, the rest of the bird comes along fine. If I screw up the eye, then the bird ends up looking like a Disneyesque parody of a bird. It’s like the eyes speak to me. I loose track of time when I start filling in around the eye and watch the feathers appear.
I’ve been wondering why, for years I felt unable to draw. Then this year, I picked up pencil and paper and, well, just started to draw. My first attempts were comical. My drawings were adrift until I decided to try and draw a feather. From the feather grew eyes and then the birds just came. When I was younger, I really wanted to draw animals and birds but could never figure out how. I keep pondering why I suddenly was able to produce realistic birds. Maybe it’s best not to think about it and simply enjoy the ability.
Next on the artistic board? I’m going to try leaves and berries. Leaves are harder than they look… wish me luck.
You have to love the Vatican. I’m not sure whether this is a show of a serious sense of humour or someone at the Vatican is seriously cynical. Did you know they have a link on their website entitled “Secret Archives”? Seriously – go to http://asv.vatican.va/home_en.htm.
Note to the archivist – if you have published it on the web, then it’s not really a secret any longer.
I think we should have a contest for a new name for the archives, something like the Not-So-Secret Vatican Archives. Don’t be rude about the name, be creative. I’ll think up a prize in the next day or two. Maybe an autographed.
I’ll also look up a bit of history to see why it’s still called the Secret Archives.
