Cath Sheard Art

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  • Being an adult means self-care

    Self-care. It’s not all yoga, warm baths and getting your nails done with your bff. It can mean harder stuff, like cervical smears (thank goodness I don’t have to anymore), mammograms, exercising even when you don’t want to and a squillion other ‘not so fun’ things. 

    A couple of years ago my Dr and I talked about a ‘thing’ on the side of my face. Should we cut it out? Well, maybe, but very near the nerve that controls your face, and also right by my ear so it would sound yuk! We opted to try a topical treatment used for cancer spots. Yeah nah!! It didn’t budge even a millimetre. 

    I did what any sensible adult would do. I ignored it. Only now it’s got worse. I can hear my mother saying, “I told you so”.  

    Trouble is a few years back I had a lump cut out of the back of my thigh. Five minute job, Cath, you’ll be fine. Except the Dr couldn’t get to the bottom of the lump and, 35 minutes in, had to inject more pain relief so he could keep digging. So, I have good reason to be a sook about it, kind of…

     

    Anyway, just now I have logged onto managemyhealth and made an appointment with my fa Dr to get a referral to a skin specialist so it can be removed. Can anyone recommend a favourite brand of brave pills?

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  • And home again

    We had a lovely time, recorded in my weekly Dylusions Dyary.

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  • A little history, a lot of food

    Tony can’t walk very far these days, so we plan things where we can sit a lot, take frequent breaks, and so on. Not that I’m all that mobile some days either! At least we can still enjoy good food together.

    We slept in, then headed to Bordeaux for brunch. I had chicken and Camembert with cranberry, he had a ham, cheese & tomato loaded croissant. Tony had a lemon meringue tart. I got a chocolate one but didn’t eat it because it was quite solid, and I was expecting soft and gooey.

    We went to Te Papa and checked out the new permanent exhibition, Te Taiao/ Nature. There was so much to love about it; diverse ways of presenting information, some amazing specimens, plenty to do and touch. I loved one very busy display that reminded me of a daft Victorian house … the photo of marine stuff with a dark grey background is one small section of it. The other thing I loved was that everything was bilingual, with Te Reo first – what a great signal about the value of our language. I could even read some bits for myself.

    We also went through the Gallipoli exhibit too. I’ll blog about that when I’ve had more time to consider it. Suffice to say, Tony said he was pleased he’d seen it but wouldn’t do it again.

    We went to Ombra for lunch – a tapa style restaurant with Venetian food. We had a tomato, mozzarella and stracciatella pizza which looked runny but was delicious. Followed by beef polpette on polenta with Gorgonzola mousse. Tony tried a fairly strong Italian beer, then a tiny and very strong short black. Then, just because we could, we had an orange pannacotta with honey and pistachio. Tony’s comment – I could come back here for dinner, it was just like being back in a Rome.

    We went out to Porirua to the mall but neither of us likes shopping for the sake of it and, really, seen one mall, you’ve seen ’em all! Unless it’s a giant one in Dubai, I can’t be bothered these days.

    Tonight we’ll probably go to Spruce Goose here in Island Bay, because there’s a Hurricanes game on at the CakeTin so going into town would probably be awful. Now Tony’s watching tv to rest and I’m fluffing round online. It’s been a good day so far.

  • Faith and trust

    For the last two nights I have woken up and been able to smell a woman’s old-fashioned perfume – pansies or African violets maybe? And the smell of a man, from decades ago, who smoked, mixed with something else I couldn’t quite identify. My brother-in-law is a fragrance aficionado and strongly connects smells with memories. I thought I knew what I was smelling so asked him tonight, without saying why I was asking.

    Sure enough, I’m describing Roger and Tony’s Mum and Dad. She wore Coty Lily of the Valley, he sometimes smoked a pipe. Tony helped me identify the rest of the smell, probably leather and leather work dyes etc. That feels right to me.

    Why are they visiting us (me)? Not sure. Probably just to let me know they’re around and everything is ok with Tony.

    Done in my large Dylusions journal. Inks: Slate grey, Crushed grape, After midnight, White linen. Paints: Crushed grape, Laidback lilac. Stencils: Shutters, Diamonds in the rough, Squares. Stamps: Dy’s alphabet. Other: Pitt Big Brush pen, Distress ink, Archival ink, Distress collage medium, white gel pen, black Uniball pen.

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  • Love is love

    I talked with a friend today about love and friendship, and responded to a FaceBook post about gay and lesbian love. My comment, as always; love is love.

    I sometimes comment to my staff that there’s infinite variety in the human condition. We don’t all share the same taste in music, shoes or tattoos, thank goodness. And we don’t all want the same things in a partner or lover – thank goodness again!

    Tonight I talked to my brother-in-law about a past unrequited love, and the way his feelings for the person have changed over time. Sometimes passion is fleeting – burning bright then burning out – other passions transcend time and what life throws at us along the way.

    Time and life’s challenges change us too. We age, get sick, need something different from our partners than when we were younger. That’s just life it’s ok. It’s still love.

    You love a man? Great. A woman? Nice. A man *and* a woman? Good on you! If we spent more time loving others and less time worrying about what others do, the world might be a safer and happier place. Love is love.

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