OK I know the title is arse about face but you will understand in the end.
What do you do each day? Do you do the same thing day in and day out or like me do you go with the flow? At the ripe old age of 58 I find the best way to deal with a day is to follow your instincts. Some days I feel full of inspiration others I couldn't make a decision to save my life. Decisions cannot be made when one is muddled, save that for another day when your mind is clear and decisive.
Let's start at the beginning.
Morning - I climb out of bed, or rather fall as the bed is very low and I have a beam over my head, you see I sleep on the left. I fall out the minute my mind starts to race. I read a book by a middle aged man, his name escapes me, some years ago and he recommended doing this and to get busy and the problems become irrelevant, it works believe me.
Even if the house was on fire I would have to make a cup of coffee and OK your not going to like this but have a ciggy. I switch on my computer and hope that Bill Gates hasn't decided to automatically update Windows, that just irritates the shit out of me. I stand at my back door, which is a stable door, so I just open the top and
take in this view. I have to be really careful as the birds that nest in the trees around here have no sense of direction and often fly past my nose.
I sit at my computer and check my emails, take a look around my favourite blogs, check my Sitemeter to see if I am up there with the likes of Apartment Therapy and no I'm not. More coffee and depending on my mood I will run a bath.
Now this is a slow process as we have what we call in the UK a combi boiler which really means it passes water slower than a dehydrated person. My bath is made from polypropolene which means it goes soft when filled with hot water, fabulous eh? It has lights inside it so you can see what you are washing. By the time I get out I really do need to apply my mask. I wish I was a naturel but I am not, my face has to be made up before I face the world.
I wear - this Dajabla every morning and some days I wear it all day and pretend I am Morroccan. Other days I dress to kill and other days I throw on a pair of leggings with cut out ankles, and a top and pretend I am a ballet dancer. I have to be comfortable. I have a favourite bra that is comfort personified until I lie down and then it tries to kill me so out comes the Dajabla again.
Lunchtime - passes me by unoticed, I never eat during the day I just pick. I create in my mind or physically depending on my mood. Some days I can't wait to get a paint brush in my hand others I just want to think about it and sketch.
Cleaning - is not a daily task to me. If I look up and think YUK then I get out the Flash and a bucket, if I look up and think AHH then I don't. It's one of those tasks that has to be done when one is in the right mood. Well that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Eating - I either see this as a pleasure or as a pain. Some days I decide what we are going to have for dinner before I hit my head on that beam other days I live in hope that Harvey is going to cook it.
Evening - now this all depends on my mood and the day of the week. During the week we tend not to go out unless invited somewhere or there is an event to go to but weekends are another thing. Friday evening the great big magnet that is our local pub pulls me in. Depending on my mood and the amount of drinks I consume Saturday can either be a blur or a pleasure and the same can be said for Sunday and Monday.
Time to wind my way up the stairs, duck and fall back into bed. The time varies depending on what sort of a day I have had. I can't go to sleep without reading. Harvey goes straight to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.
He wears an eye mask because we haven't sorted out a way of fixing black out blinds to our conservation roof lights (that's another story) and he can't sleep with even a chink of light coming in. It's like sleeping with The Lone Ranger. I have this eye mask that Gentry de Paris sent me for featuring it on this blog. Wasn't that nice of her? I don't wear it though as when I turn my head it stays where it was.
Well that's it - now do you understand the arse about face title? Each day is different. If someone asked what my days were like I would have to say - IT ALL DEPENDS.