Two magpies often visit our garden. At least I think they are magpies, I don’t know much about bird species. We also have two cats, which is convenient, one for each magpie. Since the cats were small, four years ago, the magpies have been harassing them regularly. They wait on the edge of the garage roof until they see an ideal opportunity to fly low over the heads of the cats to scare them. It works every single time. Especially with our tomcat Leo, who is not very heroic. His sister Daisy is more stoic. Whether they are always the same two magpies remains to be seen. Do you know magpies apart? Me neither. Maybe they keep passing the tradition on to a new couple. Anyway, for four years some magpies have been scaring our cats over and over again and Leo still falls for it every single time.
My hands are precious to me.
I use them all day long, for anything and everything. Preferably for creative projects, for caressing my love, or for holding a book I read.
My fingers are slender and pale and have to be rubbed with hand cream regularly to prevent dehydration. I keep my nails neat and the protruding edges nice and white, and I try not to fiddle with the loose pieces of skin around them too often.
All of my ten fingers are still intact. Not everyone my age can say that. So that’s something to be proud of. Life has left some scars on them, but that gives them character.
I have been accused of having piano fingers, but I don’t play the piano.
I prefer to describe them as guitar fingers. I don’t play the guitar either.
Is life fun? Of course it is! You decide that yourself.
You decide what you watch and listen to, you decide what you focus your attention on.
Do I have all the answers? Of course not – I too just mess around.
But I do know this: those who indulge in creativity have no room for negative thinking.
Behold my blog.