I enjoyed the whole day. Even washed Alfie pretty well. Did you ever think I would have strength enough to do that ?
I gave the CDs to Steve and Fiona and they will go South on Thursday.
I even weeded the garden a little. Then I drove Alfie to the Meeting and it was a little ripper. Funny and sad with new people. I don’t even remember what was said but I enjoyed it. I was looking in the fridge for vegies for dinner and then I remembered that they were in the garden to be picked. Fish and steamed vegies. Yes – that’s me cooking.
Tonight I am home and adjusting further to living alone.
Understanding comes when we expand ourselves to our fullest capacities and accept ourselves just as we are. Then and only then are we wise.
This morning’s rosy dawn has warmed the sand,
a sea-bird holds the air; its feathers blush
with sky. Cool tones fold into warmth, it lands
where lilac ripples underlie the rush
of gentle surges on the shore. The tide
is out. The beach is hushed, a little boat
lies nodding, bobbing, sleeping on its side.
A filigree of lacey bubbles floats
a moment, then is gone. The sea-bird strikes
down viciously — it knows where molluscs live:
their tiny breaths betray them. Now he spikes
them in his bill. He takes what nature gives.
I gasp for tender things I’ll never tell —
in silence, secrets live inside my shell.
ALFIE AND ME just went for a drive and it was sweet to be back in the driver’s seat. He didn’t overheat and the battery is fully charged. I shall talk to GH soon and get him to look at it. Talk to Col about the door. We will see.
God it would solve a whole lot of problems so it would. Sigh.
So – panicked a few months back and retreated to higher ground. Lets see what I can see from here and what I can do.
My next project is to WAIT. When I feel PANIC and URGENCY – Wait. Wait. Wait.
This is my very, very favourite time of the year. Mid Summer. I am simply not missing out on it.
I answer to nobody and no thing. I am RETIRED and on holidays.
Hour To Hour – Book – Quote
We have been known to think that dishonesty with others was OK as long as it didn’t ‘hurt’ them. We really don’t know what will hurt another or not. Being dishonest with other people deprives them of the information they need to run their own lives.
Honesty is honesty. Let me understand that ‘little’ dishonesties are a disservice to others as well as myself.
Midday and I have just begun my day. I am beginning to think in terms of –
” Were I to die tomorrow, what would I have chosen to do today ?”
That technique has never worked for me much before except maybe at the very start of Recovery in 1987. Now I begin to grasp the meaning of it. And truly, I would potter freely as I am today. So I have skidded another medical appointment. Cleared the day’s calendar. Probably won’t bother going to Town at all. I am expecting a Musician to come and collect the boxes of MIXED BUSINESS and take them down south to Morri, the Drummer in Wollongong.
Mixed Business was Izzy’s last commercial album. That’s him with the red socks and long black hair.
And that is about it. Now I go back to pulling out a weed or two – I am not a gardener by inclination nor inspiration but I do enjoy eating strawberries and tomatoes and other food straight from the garden and I love flowers. I would like a passionfruit vine and a grapevine and a climbing rose.
But for today – cicadas and birds and wind chimes. A book and sleep later. The Kids will be ready to move into their new home next weekend. I don’t know about the rest. The Lad sounds OK and the Girl is camping at Genoa – and as for me – This morning I am happy.