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“Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think.”

― La Bruyere

Pain and suffering are always

inevitable for a large intelligence

and a deep heart.

The really great men must,

I think, have great sadness on earth.

~ Fyodor Dostoevsky

I get a lot of insight and sometimes direction from quotes from other people. I have just spent my precious time, two hours of it, searching for a quote which I thought was pinned up on the wall in my writing room. Lucky me having a 'room of my own' in fact a house of my own. The problem is Virginia I still don't write enough because I also have a garden of my own. Anyway back to the point. The quote I was looking for was about choosing everyday whether to be alone or to be with other people. That was my problem for a long time. Now my problem is to garden or to write.

The search for the quote started firstly from a comment from a friend who had been feeling down through loneliness but at the same time wanting to get on with jobs at home. Secondly I opened a book this morning, a biography of Georgia O'Keefe and was bowled over by a quote from her. This set me off on my search.

One works because it is the most interesting thing one knows to do. The day one works are the best days. On the other days one is hurrying through the other things one imagines one has to do to keep one's life going. You get the garden planted. You get the roof fixed. You take the dog for a walk. You spend the day with a friend...You may even enjoy doing such things...But always you are hurrying through these things with a certain amount of aggravation so that you can get at the paintings again because that is the high- in a way it is what you do all the other things for...The painting is like a thread that runs through all the reasons for all the other things that make one's life.

This applies to me except the 'work' has changed from weaving to painting, to writing and now it seems to be gardening. And also for the past ten years learning French.

 The interesting idea which has come through is that the first quote comes first. No matter what the 'work' is I have to be alone and when I go to bed I like to know that I have achieved.

Blogs Blogs Blogs

 I began my first blog in August 2010. It was called "Living and Gardening in Brittany". Up until then I had hand written several journals. I found blogging difficult at first due to the fact that I am fairly hopeless with technology and my first laptop needed 3 new hard drives in a year. It then needed a fourth when the guarantee expired.  Then there was a thunderstorm which lead to the loss of a great amount of work. I was further exasperated when in an internet café, I read an email advising me by Wanadon't to unplug my laptop during a thunder storm. Too late, by then I had thrown the said laptop through a third floor window and stamped on it.

I acquired a new laptop and resumed blogging. 

Patch's Story Chapter 6

Patch 6

I have been living in the garden and the greenhouse for a long time. It seems like years. The French woman puts food for me every day but I always hide until she goes back into the house or leaves in the car. 

Today something else is happening. Two big vans arrive just like the ones when the Boss and my sister's left. Great I think they are coming back. I position my self so that I can observe everything. The vans are emptied and they drive away. The Boss doesn't appear and nor do my sisters.

The French woman and a man, I think he is her husband, visit often. I don't really care now as long as they continue to feed me. There is a lot of stuff happening like new windows and an extension has been built. I watch everything from afar and I am sure that when all these alterations are finished the Boss will return. I am never hungry or cold so I am used to things.

Just as I think things can't get worse the French couple arrive with--- and you'll never guess what. They arrive with cats. I count the baskets as they are carried in doors. Six, yes six. I thought they were going to live indoors but no. After a few days they come out, one by one and sniff around the house. This happens everyday. Each day they widened their explorations. I was afraid that they would attack me. I kept my distance and observe them from afar.