Wednesday, 30 December 2009

christmas day

on my way to spend the day with my 'extra' family, through the Meadows in the snow:




it was a lovely walk. a few people about, walking the dog, building a snowman, trying out a new pressie.

Wednesday, 23 December 2009

snow

snow. well if you didnt know it was snowing you must be living in a cupboard or on another planet.
at least waking up today i found proper snow, properly piled, properly fluffy that you could walk through and leave footprints in.
the close and the back courtyard it leads to:

recently i have been thinking about Kitty - remembering Kitty. those who have known me long enough will remember her. she died in september 1993. i could never get another cat, never replace her. anyway, for some inexplicable reason i have recently been thinking a lot about a cat - another oriental one - and am beginning to obsesse (obssese?) about it to the point of googling them online. Oh Dear. A Bee in My Bonnet.
i imagine a small kitten and training it to have a harness for taking for walks (you couldnt do that with a moggy cat) (i dont think anyway)(orientals are part monkey, part dog and part cat so you can).
Oh Dear oh dear...
i Cant have a cat.
i cant seem to stop thinking about it.
if i got one, i'd have to have two.
how expensive is that, how much of a responsibility is that..
oh gawd
To Cap It All R4 is now broadcasting a morning reading all about someone living somewhere rural who finds a kitten and rescues it against his better nature, and it all just goes to feed into my cat-bee.
the kitten runs up to sit on his shoulder, clawing his clothes and various parts of his skin in the process. i remember that. i remember the hairs - no more black jumpers. in fact jumpers in general go in for a bashing - all that happy cat-knitting.
yes and the cold nose right up on my nose, the paw swipe 'hey pay attention', the greeting when i get home - 'me me me givemeacuddle carryme carryme'  - the furry hug, head nestling into my neck. i could never replace kitty which is why it is such a surprise to find myself suddenly so struck.
so maybe writing it down will help get the bee out. release the bee.
think about other things.

Saturday, 19 December 2009

oh lord it'll soon be christmas. finally managed to get parcels posted to siblings and their families. not big things, just enough.  now need to find small bits and bobs for the gathering on christmas day. my first husband's youngest brother and his wife and daughter, and their mum, and wife's mum, and old family friend, and then my first husband's second wife and her second husband.. we are all pals. unfortunately my first husband died a few years ago. we knew each other as teenagers in Calcutta, their mum looking after me when my mother and father went away on travels. 

one or two coffee shops - a new one on Victoria st - a view out of the window:

taken some time ago but you get the idea.






some weeks ago i went to a 'scratch' performance of an artist friend of mine - his art; video installations in collaboration with a musician who composed music and played it accompanying video.  'scratch' because it was not the final piece - apparently, but a trial.  They performed it at the gallery weeks later, all 'tweaked and synched' and it was a resounding success.
anyway, the original 'scratch' was at Napier uni music department which is at Craighouse - the most beautiful, castle-like, mental hospital ever built (probably).  in keeping with most of the schools in Edinburgh built by philanthropists - they built virtual castles. of course its not a hospital now, but university.  the hospital where Siegfried Sassoon was during WWI is up the road, i think i am right is saying.
great views from the grounds:




Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Christmas at Harvey Nics, Edinburgh.
amazingly colourful and lavish windows.  6 huge windows, each a different theme, and the ones above hung and lit a different colour. the stuff of dreams. i can remember when i was manager of a jewellery shop - the cheaper 'fun' sort, not the posh sort - noticing when people were feeling the financial pinch, they tended to splash out on cheap colourful fun jewellery. i wonder whether living in a western affluent society a general need is felt for fantasy, where perhaps those in less afluent societies, who tend to have to rely on their own entertainment, and make do with less, dont need to rely so much on large stores to supply them with imges of fantasy - they can create their own. 
am i talking through a hole in my head? i dont know. i am just wondering about it all.  the harvey nics display caught my attention, and then i began to question what i was attracted to and one thought led to another.
one of my best christmases was when we lived in the borders, no tv, no shops and lots of snow. no central heating, just one open fire, and lots of adventures into the woods and dumps and various places looking for wood to burn and digging up ancient bottles. midnight sliding down a snow covered slopy field on trays, making food and having a few pals in from round about, telling stories in the round, wading thigh deep a couple of miles down the road to the pub while pretending to be intrepid explorers with strange names (i wont go on), playing pool and being given a lift back in a landrover.  and christmas went on for at least a week. we were snowed in for much of the time.
i think most people i knew then tended to make a lot of stuff themselves, more self reliant.


so here is another picture - no fancy ribbons and tinsel - just an old ugly building which is empty, where some bright spark has had the idea to print other people's thoughts about the city.  plain and simple. you notice it or you dont, so it is in a way hidden by the fact that there is no bright colour or flashing light to make sure you see it.
i like that.

my eyes are still attracted to the bright harvey nics windows - reluctantly - i have to admit - they are quite well done.

so just to end, here is one more!