The Kitchen is functioning ....

further than the work triangle of sink to fridge to cooker ... I am forgetful ... Not putting items in the relevant places at times ... Now that I am able to do so  ... Getting to the now of the one touch rule is yet to be of second nature ... And the fact the items are starting to be in their better functions and place in this room ... It is more of a pleasure to enter this room .... 

To think that once I gave up on entering that room;  even when things happened I may never not write about in this area 

Discombobulated...

keeps popping in the head ... one of the last 'in' words before the time that went ... Irritation beyond comprehension is currently the word ... The silliness that surrounds, is a pain in the butt ... The motions of life ...   

My Year so far ...

working the way through the many strands of that life, that once was, is now and to come, as time evolves the way it so does. Decisions is the biggest knock on effect ... not to be too hasty in removing the life. The now that would like to see the photos, put to one side from the mass clear ... but that will hold me up ...To get them boxed up and a task for in Kernow ... ?

And so it goes ... now or then ...

From What I Have Noticed ...

it has been pretty much rain ... since the white layer one Sunday ... sometimes lashing the window in the middle of the night. The wind has been howling at times. And the storm warning on the weather station has let it be heard, several times.

I have been cooking bread, stash busting the kitchen, the bedroom and running down the supplies to what is needed, rather than wanted. I have re-kindled the sketching, digitally, which is a challenge. I like challenges, the only thing I had too many at once. I can say that was more than overwhelming. There are so many strands of life. You particularly notice that on a deep loss in atypical life, death and circumstances which upturned my life so drastically ... I thought I too would be leaving this world.

Those that have touched my life since ... some I know well, others hardly at all ... have all made a difference and the ripples of love, care, time, and patience are back in my life, instead of so much horrific, wordless ripples.

' Twas A Snowy Sunday ...

in my blurry start to the day ... I had not realised we had actually had snow ... It still did not register until today ... but then too, when the electric did its trip yesterday that did not register straight away either ... The simple things gets us at times ... 

It suits me being with a door entry system. When I went into realisation mode to see if it was just me, or a general power cut ... I checked to see if the door entry phone worked, it did. I then did the usual eliminations, and checked the reason for why the circuit breaker had tripped.

I had learnt at school and usually checked that you do overload the system. The last time it had tripped was when I moved back in from the temporary accommodation, just after my husband had died. Ironically we have just had our electricity cables upgraded to cope with the increased device usage of these circuits.

A Frosty Sunday ...

A heavy frost lays on the ground this morning ... A change ... on the days I have been aware, the ground has been a bit saturated ... The wind rippling through the shorn grass like water across a lake. It is a twinkly glistening white world outside today with a covering of crystal clear winter white. The winter season inspiration, finally here in mid January. The first for me; in a few seasons now. This time last year ... was quite a different story ...

This last and next weeks ... Now ... Gone and to come ...

Been in various environments to be less insulated ... Was exposed to things not normally aware of and mixing more with the world in general ... To a point my sister had not seen me so happy in a long time ... On my return home ... 

Again no one actually knows what is going on inside one ... Even the nearest and dearest ... 

Currently trying to get my head round in a less of a muddle ... And looking to a silver wedding anniversary year ... of changes in honour of the other half so he can be proud of us ... Now we cannot celebrate in the Spring as once planned ...