I find it very difficult to state what it is I am defined by
these days. I look around and loved ones seem to have it sorted, granted not all
of them are overly happy in a portion of their life triangle (work, home, life)
but they are reliably them no matter what time of day. The Art man can be found
more often than not blogging/drawing/listening to bizarre music, my Mum preparing
work for her role as a teacher/reading about the latest techie piece or edgy fashion;
my Dad is systematic in his actions rather than specific action. When I was
living at home still I liked the sound of my Dad at work, albeit the muffled
radio from the garage whilst he was tinkering, the Bob Dylan music on a Saturday
morning with ad hoc ‘sirtos’ dance moves or even now the ‘wipe down’ of the
kitchen work surfaces makes me feel everything is well in the world.
The latter practice is something I adopt when feeling
stressed. Needless to say, I’m not sorted- far from it. I have an idea and whoosh
it’s the next best thing and I’m flying with the hope that this new ‘fad’ will
change my life and it’s the thing I’ve been searching for all my life. Just
this weekend whilst The Art Man was on one of his many constitutionals ( Note
to reader, both the art man and I are Welsh and as such, wherever we are we
have to walk to the highest point to survey and get our bearings. In Cheshire
this is more of a challenge but ambitious molehills often suffice) and I
decided to minimalize (again) my possessions. I say mine because I don’t have
either the strength or gin supply to contemplate the Art man’s paraphernalia. So
with the ambition to create organised calm I attempted to don Dad’s organiser
superpowers. The result was far from perfect and I ended up lying on a milieu of
clothes not unlike Alice after she’s tumbled down the rabbit hole unto a pile
of debris. To add insult to injury our adoptive cat, Pickle, sort to either
comfort/patronise me by further by curling up on top of the mountain of clothes
and falling asleep facing away from me.
Heaven for me would be to have wall to wall kitchen cupboards
with their own little boxes (individually labelled of course) with everything
in its place. But maybe I should look at individually labelling me first to
understand why, to use our feline lodger’s name; I get into such a pickle
myself….answers on a postcard and all that.
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