Sunday, July 21, 2013
Summer Of Discontent
It occurred to me that I don't seem to rant or "vent" as much as I used to via this outlet. Of course, having constant male companionship doesn't leave my evenings open as much as it used to and the darkened hours when you are alone are a fine time to conjure gripes and tirades. Honestly though, I don't know if it's that Jack has had that much of a calming effect on me or have I reached the conclusion of what the hell does it really matter anymore. The storms and aches of the past few days are about enough to convince me of the latter. Actually, I had felt pretty good until today. We have had somewhat hot but sunny days and I have finally caught up on some pottery orders. But the lightning came again today, jarring the earth and my sore bones along with it. Perhaps there is something to the electromagnetic fields that accompany the downpours. Or perhaps it's just the side effects of a new round of prescriptions that I don't want to take to begin with. Whatever the reason, I have what can best be described as, a crappy attitude. A sore ass, as we used to say on the job sites.
The gardens are enjoying the water and I'm grateful not to have that extra work. Not that I have to worry much about it. Jack tends to take care of the garden growing and I pick up for the harvesting. The chickens make me happy yet and somewhat fill the hole left by Grendal's passing. I make a point of going out at least once a day to sit amongst them on one of the many large rocks in the yard. As soon as I am seated Susie and PeePee usually come running in their awkward, penguin-like trots to be the first one up in my lap. It is physically impossible to watch them and not smile. After they make themselves comfortable they proceed to chatter away while I scratch their backs. Occasionally they will stop and look right at me, as if they are expecting a reply and in those moments I always feel somewhat self-conscious at my obvious lack of understanding. I take a stab at what seems to me to be the same sort of chirupping sounds but as they resettle in their position on my leg and nod off with a shake of the head, I believe they are just resigning themselves to the fact that I will never learn to talk properly.
My good Russian friend came out Friday and brought her class of 4 art students so they could learn a bit about clay work and make a couple of small things for themselves. Sveta is a lot of fun and always insist on bringing food when she visits, and I had plenty from the garden, so we had a nice lunch after class. I'm not sure how much they learned about clay but the kids learned what a good, honest-to-goodness, real tomato is supposed to taste like and that may have been more important anyway.
So, they are calling for more rain in the week ahead and I hope they are wrong for at least part of it. I hope this fog lifts off my head also and lets a little sun shine in. I could use a bit of sunshine.
*Edit: I have temporarily removed the word verification and we'll see how badly I'll be inundated with spam. lol!