ASYNCHRONOUS PROCESS

There must be Hippo's

I know how fortunate I am to have a building to call my home.  That the building in question is stone built end of terrace cottage built in 1840 means that there are 'issues' but mainly because of modern day builders cutting corners whilst wearing a large stetson - being called a cowboy in these parts is no compliment nor romantic especially when a cottage finds it's gable end - chimneys wall compromised and becoming slowly but surely a very good impression of a sponge.

At the moment I am just having to watch the debacle given the difficulty of getting someone to consider the work needed and providing me with a estimate of cost that is based on an honest assessment and promise of honest work plus there is the huge matter of having the money to pay for the work, which I can guess will run in to thousands rather than hundreds of pounds. I am exploring all possibilities some of which will be alternative to say the least but it is my home so make do and mend are watch words when I approach anything.

There are many ideas percolating some so daft they are only there to make me smile others to push boundaries and come up with a solution that is both possible and affordable - not going for much then:0)

Glimpsing wonder

Activity in the cottage in the morning is always centred around cleaning, feeding and being:0) Oft times the three are combined in simple tasks which can become moments of wonder such was the case this morning when as I was busily trying to get myself in some sort of order ready for another climb in to the car and a journey towards a hospital some hundreds of miles driving away because one life has once again found itself crashing and careering into loss and lack and I am required to be interpretor and advocate so this life can maintain some sense of them self midst the obvious losing of that sense.

I am tired, no I am exhausted and pace is slow but determined so the bowl of fruit porridge had been enjoyed even more than normal as each mouthful was a real consideration in how I was to lift the spoon and chew the spoonful so that in the very effort and slowness the richness of the concoction burst into my mouth and really felt as if it was filling me up with its glow and abundance.

We three had all breakfasted early and I was actually doing the washing up instead of throwing dishes in the bowl to soak as I ran out of the house to race to pick up the pieces of the latest 'adveture of THE man'. Today is kind of a planned exit, well as from 9pm last night.

I love my home and the kitchen is one of my favourite rooms not just because soup and bread and cake and laughter are all cooked up in there but because oif this -

The view I see from my position at the sink.

Stars in the morning

A cold clear night here last night and a chill morning meant that when the sun began to make its presence in the valley there was much glistening and zinging to breath in. This leaf just seemed to be filled with dancing stars which was delight to see and feel.

This is it close up as I 'saw' it -

The other star of the bright morning is a new friend who I am slowly getting to know and they me. We have a conversation each morning as they wait patiently for me to appear in the garden and are always first to look me in the eye.

Limits and weaknesses

Finding my self tugging, dragging and even sometimes lifting sacks of logs in my continued setting my home back in to some state I recognise as home made me laugh today.

I laughed at the daft woman who a few days before decided to buy ten sacks of logs because she had the money in her purse, after selling one thing she could do without and one thing someone else decided they would like, not really considering how they would fit in her car with the boot already occupied with two dogs and their crate.

The passenger seat front was occupied with bag and other packages from her visit over the mountains to THE man and the back passenger seat is always half occupied, with cool box - in case of finding fish freshly picked vegetables flowers etc on any trip, plastic collapsible boxes to carry non perishables be that fallen branches or pebbles from a beach, waterproofs, eating utensils and emergency cooker and rations etc for the times I get stuck in the middle of nowhere or just decide staying over to watch moonrise and sun set should be the moments preoccupation, as there is never any room in the boot:0)