As the rain continues to fall, interspersed with the odd few hours of sunshine, indoor tasks become the focus of my attention. The puppets are now complete:
Meet Abe and Estee – now headed off to join the ‘Open the Book’ team.
And now I return to the Big Tidy Up – you know, the one which starts with enthusiasm, drags to an end in exhaustion and then begins all over again when another busy week’s worth of clutter is dragging you down. Glug, glug, glug.
So, the ‘to do’ list is born and lurks in the kitchen. Even putting something on the list which I have already done, so that I can tick it and feel good, is not convincing me that I am making progress – and now the sun is trying to pierce the gloom of overdue-for-cleaning windows.
Hey ho, never mind, it will soon be raining again!
The other day, choked with a weariness born of household chores, I sought fresh air and a brisk walk around the village, just as dusk was nearly upon us and folk had turned on lights but not yet closed their curtains. This peep into other lives revealed similar domestic toil – the ‘light duties’ of tidying drawers, sorting through the heap of paper in the kitchen, cleaning round the sink, finding homes for the minute detritus of 21st century life. Solidarity created a sense of a shared task – alone in the kitchen and yet one of an army of busy ants, bringing order to chaos.
Then, a low sun caught the catkin branch near the road and the catkins seemed to dance with the simple joy of living. A nearby bank filled with snowdrops quietly inderlined the theme of hidden, service.
(I hope no-one overheard me – it came out louder than expected in the hollow evening air.)
Time for tea and toast and a new page on the ‘to do’ list. No false entries today – pure reality will do,