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.
They had squid and mango tonight. I had tears and wine. Good for me I resisted mixing anything else in it.