confessions of a left-handed blogger

many thanks for all your good wishes. Please excuse the lack of upper case letters – not easy using that shift key at the moment.

Now for the confession. I’ve been sleeping with a pole! Even worse – two poles.

What dirty minds you have, tut tut..

actually it is true, but the poles in question are two Nordic walking poles which, together with a tea towel, form an apparatus for elevating my hand. It swelled up rather alarmingly the day after the op and the hospital’s advice was to keep it elevated. Clive was equal to the task, although his first attempt, with the broom, was passed over as i objected to having the bristles in my ear.

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Anyway it has gone down a lot and i am managing quite well and it isn’t too painful. i have a wonderful, colourful bruise which matches my sofa cushions exactly. perhaps we can track the colour changes - watch my bruise.com

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Have even made a start on the left handed sketchbook as the forced occupation of my chair has led to close observation of our neighbour’s weeping willow tree. The difference that the light makes as the day goes on is incredible. Here is the early morning version.
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And now the evening light, adding orange tones at sunset.

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No wonder Monet was so hooked on recording the changes as the hours went by.

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The bones of the shapes formed by the trunk and foreground trees have been recorded in the left handed sketch book. I’m a little disappointed that it is not more abstract as it looks quite like my normal drawing. The plan is to now paint the trunk colour and background before adding the swoopy branches.

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Poor clive is the one who has to dash out and take the photos, of course. In between the cooking, the cat butlering and the attending to my every whim.