After some days in bed with pain I went out today. Eight hours doing pottery. I painted one pice and made ten new ones. Still trying to get the hang of it. Love to play with my hands and am in a hate and love relationship with the last finish - the colours behave in a way I can not control - sometimes beautiful, sometimes not so.
Going slowly, not getting much done. Still a bit problems with my eyes ( had an emergency doc visit for it on thursday). Knobbles on my feet - told not cancerous tumours. And the feeling I will get knobbles on my hands soon, too - I see allready structures like it in my hands. Pain, shortness of breath, feeling like a 80 years old in body and a 19 years old in mind.
Did a bit of painting and sewing today, watched a bit netflix and surfed the net. Nothing to be much proud of. Checked to get a place for pottery on tuesday. Still my pottery looks like made by a 8 years old. Well, a nice group there and everything is about doing it more often so I get the go of it...
I woke up early, made myself some espresso and baked cookies. The sun is shining, little clouds in a mediterianblue sky. Crazy dove tried to take a bath in my little fishpond. Was a bit angry when I told her no.
Friday night we were invited to a little party in a beautiful flat in an ugly neighbourhood. The view from the flat is incredible beautiful, but getting there is a nightmare. Everywhere open construction sites since years - no guess if the construction will be finished any time.
Well, as ugly as the building is there is alltimes something new to see. The first pic shows some new street-art saying: "God loves all his sinners", second part of the bulding with love on it, third fireworks over the city from the balcony of the flat.