I worked the last two nights and walked the dogs after a sleep
Shit it’s almost five pm and already almost dusk.
I ring to see if I can change an eye appointment , no answer
The twins loudly demand their tea, and even Weaver is rubbing my leg in anticipation
Judus!
I run around and set out the recycling.
A villager stops to chat for as moment and I ask about his sick brother in law,
Moments later Animal Helper Pat stops him and asks the same thing. Such is life in small communities.
I unload logs from the car as Roger listens from over the kitchen wall
A day I could have done with one.
I finish laundry and organise a clean outfit for counselling day tomorrow, laying it out on the kitchen chair
I feed the twins but Weaver has already peed on my fox cushion in what I can only assume as frustration temper.
I wash it but use up all the washing up tabs
Fuck and there’s no milk either
I make a coffee and sit looking at my spotty Ikea plate and jug of plastic tulips.
Mary farts in her sleep
And I wish I was in a sunny cafe in Madrid’s Atotcha
An old lady’s voice. It’s not Pat or Mrs Trellis but another villager I know
She pointed at my recycling and I prepared myself for some sort of neighbourly complaint.
“ look at these beauties braving the elements “ she crooned, pointing to a bit of lane buffering my wall
There, hiding away amongst the weeds were several delicate viola plants
I had not noticed that the kitchen clock had not been moved back on Saturday . It’s only 4 pm
A violas are metaphor for getting on with the mundane and the ordinary.
Ah, John, it's not "nothing". It's all the stuff of life, mundane, loving care of friends, pee requiring extra cleaning, Roger keeping watch, and the start of a new grocery list: milk.
ReplyDeleteIt's raining here and am about to sew a border on a doll quilt. Peace be with you!
Hugs!
Another post that reminds me of your writing on previous posts. You have the ability to paint a picture with your words xx
ReplyDeleteNot nothing, just life! Those little violas are a sign that even among the boring, mundane, aggravating and just general sh*t of life, there is beauty. xx
ReplyDeleteThis stuff is the material of life! Always valuable.
ReplyDeleteI love posts like this, tho you sound frazzled and grouchy--hungry? Your nurse schedule must make meal prep and home care difficult at times, esp working nights.
ReplyDeleteAre you still new car shopping? Before winter snows and storms come? Loading logs from Bluebell made me think of this.
The IKEA plate is lovely. The violas are so sweet. Good sleep, tomorrow is a new day, Therapist John Hat on, etc.
love
lizzy
Weaver was sending you a bitchy little complaint notice alright. "Feed me" means "Feed me NOW!"
ReplyDeleteViolas are brave little reminders that we will survive the crap or mundane days. They always brighten my day. Hope tomorrow is a better one for you.
ReplyDeleteYour writing reminded me of something….were you not to get the cottage fitted with heat instead of relying on the fireplace? Or am I making this up? Just thought of it since I’m sitting here in New Jersey thinking it’s damp and I need to think about putting my heat on…..though because of the expense I try to delay as long as I can!
ReplyDeleteNot nothing. The day to day events of life. Mundane is underrated.
ReplyDeleteI hope you managed to get some milk. Xx
Some days go smother than others.
ReplyDeleteIt seems you've had a one-off day.
Tomorrow is certain to be better!
Sounds like one of those typical scratchy days when there is never enough time to think and the unexpected keeps happening despite all your best efforts. Welcome to my world! It's good to share.
ReplyDeleteWeaver certainly has attitude.Shit it’s only almost four pm and already almost dusk.
ReplyDeleteWeaver may be suffering with cystitis
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