The two days of this week have been most pleasant weather wise as I have performed my duties in a relaxed way, all the while trying to make sense of what I see and hear as I move around. I do what I have to do and look for reward in the way of food and social engagement, mainly with family but also neighbours, shopkeepers and colleagues of one sort or another, and the odd stranger.
I've picked a fair bit of wild mint from the roadside, this having shot up among the grass in a low lying place following the summer slashing and then the rain. The stench of death was heavy in the air last week in this spot and it was most unpleasant. On Friday I found its source, a large dead deer close to the road in long grass, most probably road kill. Yesterday and today the stench was still strong but it didn't bother me as much now that I knew what it was and where it came from.
I was two hours cutting back trees and shrubs in Marguerita's garden this morning to clear her electricity line 2 metres as she had a notice to do this, she said, from the power people. I do things for her now and again without payment as she's a friend and her husband is eighty this year I think and has advancing Alzeimers. They left for a medical appointment after I got there and I enjoyed the solitude and my work in the quiet rural setting away from traffic noise and distractions. And when I finished it was good to see the wire from the pole in the paddock go to the house through the garden well clear of vegetation.
The nights are cool now, the mornings fresh. Birdsong at dawn is reduced, must be the changing season. A few weeks ago it was a veritable cacophony. It's nice to go to bed with the expectation of another pleasant day tomorrow. I may be restricted to my fish bowl but all the time I look out through the glass seeking insight and reason, with thoughts extending far and to many people. We all have our bubble we live and work in but I love to see and think outside it.
I'm finding it easier to day dream yet remain moderately competent doing what I have to do. Goodo hey! And I'm dreaming a lot at night. Maybe it's the cortisone. Annie in the post office asked me how I was the other day and I said, "Great, I don't know why, but I feel great."
With a grin she said, "It must be the drugs." Perhaps she's right.
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I love that someone in the post office would know enough about you to know you are taking medication. ('Taking drugs' just sounds wrong!) I think I would love your personal carefree fishbowl. Mine is so impersonal and it looks out at an uncaring dog eat dog society. I always notice it more when we return from a holiday and have been experiencing "real" people and country hospitality. Enjoy your fishbowl!
Yes Lesley, there's so much that disappoints. But then there's so much good to lift us and keep the water clean and healthy. (By the way I haven't had a Kate newsletter since no 7)
I don't know why I feel so relaxed about life at the moment. Maybe its the age thing, like coming out of male menopause, but small things can bring me great joy. It won't last, but thank you for your thoughts, I will enjoy it while I can.
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