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When you’re a geriatric gardener sharing quarters with four dogs, twenty chickens and two monstrous men, peace and solitude become the holy grail of weekends. I need no disco lights, no barbecues, no sand in my sandwiches, no hordes of friends.
But solitude is hard-won around these parts with hens a-cluckin’, dogs a-barkin’ and siblings a-strimmin’. I’d need to lock the whole lot up in a soundproof bunker just to hear myself think.
Now there’s a thought! I have a massive shed eminently suited to the task. Getting them in there? Why that's a doddle with the mesmeric music of my fipple flute...pied piper-style don't ya know.
As my long-suffering readers may recall, through no fault of my own, I play the piano. But my musical misfortunes do not end there. I am also proficient in the recorder, a kind of tin whistle that, in my day, every schoolchild was forced to master.
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For those of you, dear reader, whose powers of observation are deficient or the unfortunate among you who are blind in both eyes, allow me to explain that my humble artwork depicts my ideal weekend pre and post lockup. With the alluring melody of my magic tin whistle I lure the noisy nuisances indoors, then laughing manically, retire to my hammock with a book.
And if you've made it this far without skipping to the end, you may find yourself wondering if I am, as we say in Ireland, a feckin' eejit. All I can say, dear reader, is that the evidence would point firmly toward yes.
Indubitably.
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Posted in response to galenkp's weekend experience
prompt asking you to 'Draw a stick figure of yourself enjoying your ideal weekend/ you a fucken idiot? .'
All masterpieces are dedicated to @krazzytrukker, the craziest fucker trucker on the blockchain and possibly the most handsome.
Pretty Sporty L👀kin' Elephant 🐘 Ears ya got there @deirdyweirdy
Hammock People Rule.!!
Thanks very much sweetie. They're my best feature!:)
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You look so relaxed in that hammock. Too bad you forgot your book 😝
The dog ate it!
I resemble that remark...
Oh wow! Ruggedly, ruggedly handsome. My cup runneth over!
LoL 🤣😆🤣
You got moves!!
I think next year is the year my daughter is destined to come home with a recorder... I'm less than excited. I can still hear the flat notes of hot cross buns from my own childhood... However, I have to imagine that if you play one there surely must be some skill one can develop with some practice? Maybe I will be surprised yet :)
And I think your perfect weekend sounds grand, I guess I'll be an idiot too if that's what resonating with this takes 🤣
You could pick any random Irishman off the street, hand him a recorder and he'd play you a few bars of 'It's a long way to Tipperary'. Flute playing is in our genes.
As for Thea when she comes home with the recorder, I can only suggest ear plugs:)
haha that must be a nightmare when all are talking togheter loud and the dogs barking, probably the chickens are the most quiet there
i had to translate 'feckin' eejit', sounded like dutch lol
At least now you know some Irish. You'll fit right in if you ever find yourself in this neck of the woods.
If you find yourself in Dutchland, Klootzak is the word you need!:)
I really enjoyed your story and liked your drawings. Happy Sunday. 😀
Thank you. And may I say you are a lady of very fine taste and discernment:)
Thank you very much @deirdyweirdy Have a good week.
Sometimes I'm late, unwillingly though, but the thing is that it's never late to read you and when I dare to reblog your writing is just for 2 reasons.
I liked it a lot.
I want to reread it to get some missings and I fucken liked it a lot.
So, it's never late for that pleasure, and yes I got to the end, but there are still one or two things I must figure out yet to get the whole thing and I don't think electricity gives me the chance. So, I'll leave ot here for today, but know....
I'm watching you...🙃
Thank you for the reblog and for liking my post a lot.
If you have any missings please write them in large letters and send them to my grandmother. She takes care of all my administration. Please include your address and she will also dispatch a torch to you posthaste.
That's a good choice in deed, I gotta get in touch with your grandmother to turn the missings into findings, it's very nice from you to help me out like that using the proper channels, Administrations "always" "solve" it all. 🙃
It might be easier to soundproof the shed and herd yourself inside. Add a nice Jacuzzi, or whatever else seems relaxing.
Um...Uh...Now why didn't I think of that?
You're my fave kind of feckin' idiot.
You warm the very cockles of my heart!
I love heart cockles though I know not what they truly are.
They're a lot like mussels, but smaller!
I think your drawings are lovely. The first one made me laugh that little man who even though he is going the wrong way, still seems hypnotized by the flute.
Thanks! The little man gave me a chuckle too. That's my little brother, and I think I got his likeness down pat:)
Thank you for making me laugh! 😂
I thought my mom had given a recorder out of pure vengeance for my several musical endeavors (of which she always said she supported me!), but maybe there was more to it. I could see if I can find the devilish thing, I think it "fell" behind some cardboard boxes.
Thank you for laughing! My aunt once served me liver for lunch. That too fell behind some cardboard boxes, but alas, so did her cat. I was rumbled!
There are surprisingly many cardboard boxes in peoples' houses...
Ok. Ok. Cardboard boxes was a spot of artistic licence. It was actually a Welsh Dresser.
Oh, okay, now you're saying I'm poor because I only have cardboard boxes. That hurts.
No, no, not at all. Cardboard boxes are a much prized possession around these parts.
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Here is my current stash:)
Oh my, that's a beautiful big pile of boxes. So much space for things to fall into or behind or under! I only have different stacks in order to make things look more organized, social pressure and such. My respects, milady, you're an accomplished woman!
I love my hammock, Ah yeah laying around, not a care in the world (in that moment at least) is such a great time. It's too cold right now but it won't be long and I'll be laying back relaxing. I don't have a recorder though although I recall one young lass who did, back in primary school, and I had a bit of a crush on her, I remember the terrible tunes she used to play but they all sounded wondrous at the time.
Who doesn't love a hammock...if you don't have 4 dogs jumping on top of you and upending you. I spend more time on the ground than in the bloody hammock.
I don't love them. I always fall asleep and then wake up with back pain while not feeling any of my limbs. But I must be doing something wrong...
You're doing everything wrongly. You've obviously not read the instructions!
Well, I don't share my hammock with anyone.
Ok, there's a few I would but they shall remain nameless.
LOL Perfection! I felt both drawings lol. Glad to see you shed your skirt before relaxing in the hammock lol. Gives a new meaning to swaying in the breeze!
Hahahahah...the dog ate my red marker!
Hehee...That's what they all say 😂
Do they? Dammit! I thought that was entirely original:)
lol
Awww I love those cute drawings, haha and funny writings, so entertaining. I told you, you can draw and write! ☺️
Thank you m'dear. I am indeed a woman of many talents:)
@deirdyweirdy Hmmm...that's fairly tiresome! Indeed!
With all that arduous work to take care of, peace & solitude is absolutely necessary rather mandatory for calming and relaxing weekends.
On the hammock, swinging, by the nature, perhaps in the woods, enjoying the sweetest melody of birds chirping around & little cool breeze and turning the pages of your favourite book, would ideally be the most fabulous and wonderful way to quickly relax and unwind!
(Am dreaming now!...)
Cheers! :)
Relaxing indeed. If you ever need the lend of a loan of a magic flute, you know where to come.
If wanting or craving silence makes you an eejit - then that word need to be redefined. Silence is golden as they say - we can all hoard more gold.
I traded my hammock for my garden. However, with city living - the only real silence is to go "inside".
You are funny as always and love the drawings.
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