Today did not start well. A pile of cat poo in my carpeted hall and then another in my bath. Rummy's way of telling me he wasn't happy with the state of the kitty litter. Bad enough, but his tummy is also acting up.
There are somethings I can deal with before coffee (admittedly it's a very short list) there are somethings which are a bit much. This came under the heading "I need vodka".
I made the decision holding a clean pair of socks.
I put on my Big Girl Pants.
Zoe reminded me that yes, while I am doing well, I am still fragile. I had some bad news over the weekend. My brother and his family won't be coming this week. All our plans disappeared in a four line message. I haven't seen him in five years. The five years since my dad died. Oh yes, and then there was Father's Day.
When the going gets tough, the trick is not to join in the World as it pummels you with a big stick. I asked myself "what would make me feel better?" Surprisingly, the answer was a tidier home. I hoovered, emptied the bins and thought about what I would write now.
In a moment, I'm going to scrounge a cup of tea. After that, there's a chilli to be made and chicken fajitas. No, I have no idea why Mexican food is so often on our menu these days. It's tasty, easy to prepare and has a lovely little kick.
I'm writing poetry. I always come back to poetry as the foundation for my writing. I'm looking for a workshop or a writing course to support me as I do so. I'm blessed with the ever-patient support of Julia, but I am also aware she has her own stuff to do. A hand was offered when I went to Cafe Writers earlier this month, I shall accept. It's been eight years since I sat in a room filled with other writers and poets and critiqued work. I've forgotten too much. I haven't forgotten my yearning for words though.
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Maybe an escapist action movie would help: Mad Max Fury Road or Jurassic World?
ReplyDeleteI think I'm going to do some adventuring round Skyrim in a bit. Jurassic World requires me to leave the house and I'm not prepared to do that today. xx
DeleteSorry to hear you've had a sad time, I hope writing helps you sort through your feelings. You're very brave going to another writing group - although I found it a bit of an adrenalin rush all those year ago. I'm sure it will come back to you.
ReplyDeleteThanks darling. I keep my writing and my therapy separate. Stops me wallowing.
DeleteI don't think I'm very brave at all. I need this so much. I can't find the words to say how much I need this...
That was rotten news.
ReplyDeleteCleaning always makes me feel better too.... it's nearly as good as a pamper fest. Hugs to you.
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I realise that an untidy house is even more crazy-making, hence the cleaning. I hate doing housework. If I could have a cleaner again, I would. Without even thinking about it.
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Aw. Massive hugs, Roses. So sorry about your bad news. And Rummy's tummy issues. If you still feel the need to tidy up, I know a little house in Central Canadia that could use it! :-) Feel better soon, darling. xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteHah! I can barely bring myself to clean my house, someone else's is just beyond me. But nice try.
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*hugs* here's to you, sweetpea. i have no other words, just know you're not alone. i'm here, we're here, and as someone once said ... i wish you well. oxoxoxo
ReplyDeleteMassive hugs to you too. They are gratefully received.
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Oog. It'd be cat poo before coffee in my case!
ReplyDeleteI hope you're feeling better (and Rummy, too) and that today wasn't another Big Girl Pants Day? I find house cleaning to be a great way of de-stressing and feeling better about things, too.
I know it's vile, but I had to have the coffee first. I just couldn't do it before. Ugh.
DeleteHe's been out and about these last few days and there have been no repeats, so here's hoping.
Things got immediately better with tea, good company and some arty activities. The cleaning paved the way.
Blueline poetry is pretty good.. a poem a day.
ReplyDeleteHave been lurking and reading for long-- you're quite an inspiration.
Was here via mago's to start with.
Welcome austere.
DeleteI'll have a look. Thanks for the tip.
Naw, this shit is not worth a vodka in the morning, "and the day is your friend" is a rotten promise after all, believe me.
ReplyDeleteNow and then I feel the need to clean & clear my rooms, next week I'll be ready for this, balcony included. It's a bit like re-conquering my space.