Don't Worry I Can Take A Bit Of Stick.

I'm 64 years old. I shouldn't really be thinking: I should have gone out tonight, it's Friday. I had intended to go out tonight. Nothing planned, just maybe a drink or two in the local pub. Talk to people. Tell 'em how I would change the world for the better. That sort of talk. Inane chatter really. Or more likely I would be the one listening. Listening politely to someone spouting off about something or other. Something the speaker wouldn't normally have an opinion about. But he has on a Friday night, because the drink has given him a voice.

Oh well, never mind, I didn't go out. I was too lazy. Too lazy to put on a clean shirt. Too lazy to tidy myself up. Too lazy.

Anyway, as I say, I'm 64. What do I want to go out for on a Friday night? Really I ought to know better. The truth is I do know better. Just that occasionally, I feel the world, and life, is passing me by. Although how I think a night in the local pub is going to help resolve that issue, I have no idea.

So I stayed indoors, by the fire, and painted a stick. Painted a stick! What an exciting life I do lead. Actually it is the second stick I have painted this week. Two sticks! In one week! Yes I know. There is no stopping me once I get started.

A finished stick, and a stick in progress.

I painted a stick, a couple of years ago, and I use it every day on my walks with Sadie the German Shepherd. It is the stick that can be seen leaning against the wall in the side photo of the lady saying hallo to Sadie. Have you spotted it yet? Impressive eh? Oh, and look! There it is again in the header photo, next to the tractor. It gets about that stick.

So since the day two years ago that I finished that stick, the idea has been germinating in my mind, that I should make another one. Now I do realise that two years is a long time to spend thinking about painting a stick. But I did also think about other things in that time.

For instance, I spent several months thinking about painting a door, and quite a few weeks deciding whether or not to paint a gate. Neither of those thoughts came to anything. At least not yet. But there is always the possibility that something will happen eventually if I spend long enough thinking about it. Some people take up extreme sports for excitement, I think about painting things. Nothing wrong with that. We're all different.

Also, I would like to inform you that the stick I started painting today required some carving to be done. Now that was exciting! I was working on my lap, whittling away with a sharp knife, when it suddenly occurred to me that if the knife should slip, I might possibly cut myself in the leg. Wow! What an adrenaline rush that thought provoked! It didn't slip though, so I was all right. But it might have! That's all I'm saying. It might have! How much excitement do you want?

I have taken a few photos of the sticks in question. If the excitement is too much for you though. Please feel free not to look at them. They're not very good anyway. The photos I mean, not the sticks. The sticks are amazing!

By the way, I do realise that some of you, having looked at my photo, find it hard to believe I'm 64. I'm just lucky I guess!