Busy. All kinds of bits of paperwork, tidying up the house, crossing off to-do list, rummaging in papers, applying for jobs and updating contact details for agencies. A bit of gardening – didn’t seem like much but already half the green bin is full, and I haven’t even cut the lawn.
Went to Bunnings to get some gardening basics: a hedge trimmer, a new barbecue cover, a trowel, a rake. My heart dragging along the tarmac behind me. Fallen jacaranda in lilac bleeds all across rained roads. Computer’s hum in the study but the net connection almost non-functional, making every web-move torture. Kept on at the List, wastepaper bin filling up with jettisoned projects. Found my dance-schedule – Monday night is Latin, probably cha-cha. Why not, for 7pm. Drove out into the dusking rain. ‘Danced’. Couldn’t forget for one second. Came back, feet exasperated. Backbone rebellious.
So saddening, you know how to put your feelings into poetry; in so many words yet enough to count for a novel. THe jacarandas; which I see not here but remember well in June in LA; they do make such a picture against cloudy skies and rain, let alone a bleeding heart. It must be a lot tougher with Lara not around, no laughter and silly games, Ive never been through more than one night without them but could hardly wait for the morning.
ReplyDeleteIts a pity about the net; is there something one can do about that? Is it under a contract of some sort, or could you get a wifi router or something that would make it better? THey are not too expensive. Wishing to hear you, the time difference is yet again exasperating...
Thanks, Pie. I'm on a USB at the moment - that's the problem. No reception. Should get broadband on Wednesday or so, but who knows.
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