Over the hills and far away.

Before I start, I want to share this. It was on FB and I think a lot of tanglers in the early stages will relate to it:

http://jcorina.com/a-tale-of-two-tiles/#.VY678OQgd5M.facebook

Just, and I mean just, off the west coast of Scotland. The short ferry only takes about five minutes.
Just, and I mean just, off the west coast of Scotland. The short ferry only takes about five minutes.

So, back to Over the Hills;

We’re going a bit Gaelic this week, visiting friends in Scotland for a few days. Firstly, to just south of Glasgow and then over to the Isle of Bute for some serious peace and quiet. Now I’ve been to Bute before, a long while ago. We stayed on a farm, my parents and I, a farm called the Barone Farm. My dad, who had been watching Rawhide and the like, thought it was Bar One, as in Bar One Ranch, but it wasn’t, it’s an ancient name going back several hundred years and having no relation at all to branding irons and chaps in chaps, so to speak.  Continue reading “Over the hills and far away.”

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Pete Townshend was wrong

You may remember the immortal words from the song “My Generation” performed by The Who and written by Pete Townshend – “Hope I die before I get old…” At the time, aged about 14, I was with him all the way. Live hard, die young seemed an admirable and romantic mantra, linking to thoughts on Rimbaud, Keith Moon, and Romeo and Juliet. (Mind you, it didn’t take me long to change my mind about R&J. What a pair of spoilt, disobedient brats. Their parents should have grounded them and sent them off to boarding school until they were old enough to have developed some common sense. They weren’t star crossed, they were just the result of poor parenting.)

People try to put us down...
People try to put us down…

But for a long time, I thought it would be awful to be old. And, to some extent, Pete Townshend and I were right about that, it sometimes is. Until you consider the alternative. Better to burn out than to rust? I’ll take the rust, thanks.

 

However, to mix aphorisms, if a rolling stone gathers no moss, I may be rusty but I won’t be mossy. I’m keeping moving.

 

 

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The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la…

I’ve been working on a birthday card for my oldest granddaughter, who will be 7 next week and it has proved something of a challenge. Unfortunately, because her parents are divorced and she lives 350 miles away, we hardly ever see her and her brother. In fact it’s been over a year since we saw them and they never phone, so we’ve lost touch and I no longer know what sort of things she likes.  It used to be all Disney princesses, so my cards reflected that:-

For my granddaughter's fourth birthday,  a Little  Mermaid card based on a Disney colouring page.
For my granddaughter’s fourth birthday, a Little Mermaid card based on a Disney colouring page.
My granddaughter loves the Disney princesses and Cinderella is her current favourite.
My five year old granddaughter loves the Disney princesses and Cinderella is her current favourite.
An early one, for my granddaughter
An early Zentangle nameplate, for her sixth birthday.

I’ve decided on another Zentangle because, even though I won’t have the pleasure of seeing her receive it, I will have had the pleasure of drawing it and hoping one day she will know how much love went into every line. Oh dear, getting maudlin’, time to move on. Continue reading “The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la…”

Songs I never liked.

Sadly, an old friend died this week, so I made a card for her husband. I'm pleased enough with the result, if not the occasion.
Sadly, an old friend died this week, so I made a card for her husband. I’m pleased enough with the result, if not the occasion.

There is a point to this but it’ll take a while to get there. Bear with me.

First, my only completed drawing so far this week so far and one I would prefer not to have had to do. You know those honorary aunties we all  have, who were parental friends and we were encouraged to treat them as family? Well, my mum’s close friend Audrey died last week. She wasn’t young and had been ill for a while, so it may have been a mercy, who can say? But for me, the loss of a link to my youth is a bit of a blow and I will attend the funeral with a heavy heart, even knowing that this is the way of the world. Don’t like it. People we love should live forever.

Enough. Back to songs I never liked.

Songs I never liked include but are not exclusive to, comedy songs and novelty songs. To the best of my recollection, I was about 12 when I realised that comic songs were only funny the first time you heard them. At this point I developed a lip curl worthy of Elvis whenever I saw people laughing like drains at “Gossip Calypso”, or “Right said Fred”, “Ernie, and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west…”. Can you imagine the contemptuous expression on my face when ageing uncles tried to explain why it was funny? (They were only “ageing” in my eyes then. Probably seem quite dishy now!) Continue reading “Songs I never liked.”