I have been bad at letting the Diaries of my Great Great Aunt Kate slip. There are just not enough daylight hours, or I don’t have the strength at the end of the day when I’ve finished making sheep, to sit down and type out teensy-tiny writing for an hour or so.
But they pray on my mind and I am genuinely keen to finish the project properly but at the rate I’m going, I might not. I have only reached 1937 and she died in 1961. You can do the math(s).
So this morning, instead of sitting at the kitchen table achieving very little apart from drinking a cup of coffee, I started transcribing the 1937 diary because I must keep going. The writing doesn’t get any bigger as the years go by either.
After a good few hours, I had finished January and mostly put it on the internet page along with accompanying photos. I needed to get some fresh air, stretch my legs and it was time to take the dogs out for a walk.
We happened upon Iacs having his morning snooze in the sun.
Haakon spotted me and wandered over to see if his cousin was getting anything nice to eat.
Oh, ok!
The dogs had a good time hunting and, as usual, catching nothing but enjoying themselves nonetheless.
After a good walk, we returned to find Monster guarding the house from invaders.
Luckily, he is very good at his job. There were none around.
So my day has a new structure now. I need to keep going with the diaries because I know myself and will never finish. Onwards, ever onwards.
