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6 hours ago
For a while we've been watching a Chestnut tree growing along our street. I chucked the conker away speculatively years ago, after being on a conker collecting spree with Sandy.It was exciting to see it growing - we called it Sandy's tree, and looked forward to watching it grow taller than him over time. This morning I noticed that it wasn't there any more. A Rowan has been planted in its place. In an suburban street, this is a much better choice than a chestnut; nonetheless, I'm feeling stupidly sad about it.I'm not sure whether the lesson here is not to invest too much in things that are outside your control. Or whether we should just be glad that we enjoyed watching the little tree take root and grow for as long as we did.I normally go for total honesty and disclosure with Sandy. It's always the best way. But with this... I might take the coward's way out, and wait for him to notice for himself!And in the background, the little pear eating spoons slowly continue to pile up. ... See MoreSee Less
Egg and Spoon Crafts is at Tynemouth Beach.
7 hours ago
24 hours ago
This is what we in the UK call sycamore - acer pseudoplatanus. The last few pieces of sycamore I've carved have had green streaks in them. And then I heard that if you store the logs on their ends instead of their sides, the green streaking doesn't happen. I totally understand that in order to have done a proper experiment, I really needed to have two pieces of sycamore, cut at the same time from the same tree. And then I needed to have stored one piece end on, and one on its side. And then I needed to break in to them both at the same time.I didn't. This is the first of the pieces I had. I've stored them all end on. There are no green streaks. Not conclusive, but I'm pleased. ... See MoreSee Less
Egg and Spoon Crafts is in Cullercoats.
1 day ago
I've regained my morning walks. For a while, while I was waiting for a definite diagnosis, I couldn't be by myself in my head. It meant I couldn't go for my usual walk in the mornings, and I lost that me time.I was processing stuff, and talking to people, and using breathing and meditation. My brain mostly felt pretty calm and rational, but my body was all over the place. Every morning, my stomach was unsettled. Frequently, throughout each day, I'd get a burst of adrenaline through my body. Classic fight-or-flight reaction, but really unpleasant to deal with.I was able to distract myself from the anxiety of waiting by doing stuff, going places and chatting. But after each distraction, the challenge of facing the waiting demon felt harder. The weight of reality felt crushing.The tide has turned now. The physiological reactions have gone, and my head is safe for me again.Why am I posting this? Not for well wishes, or sympathy, or support. But rather to remind myself of what I knew all along. Everything cycles. The tide comes in, and it goes out. The anxious times will come again, and they'll go again. It's normal, and it's ok. ... See MoreSee Less