SnapShot.

MONDAY. Today is the day it begins. Sniffly nose and a chorus of funeral bells from the church next door. Clothes reeking of offensive conditioner already neatly stacked on the ironing board. It is Monday after all. Poetry. Yes poetry. To make sense of things. Potato farls and normandy butter. "Struggle (now) by  little and little against idleness". Remember mushrooms. And toilet paper and strawberries (for a little pirates lunch) and maybe another pint of milk.  Tell yourself bleach isn't the only answer to the stain on the carpet. Skin on milky coffee. Acidy bite of morning hunger.

Today is the day it ends. No more so. Stack books you intend to read on your bedside table. Make promises. Find the lost car (the one with eyes) and leave it where he will find it. Write things down. Obsessively pouring that heart (and a five year plan) onto linen paper. Feet snuggly in stripy socks. Missing the one before the last one badly. Still.  Eggs in a bowl, stained the colour of water.   Laughing out loud at a man on the radio. An accent so thick, so familiar, it is foriegn.  Bitter taste of yesterdays argument.

Today is the day.  Buy sunflowers when you pick him up. Ring the car tax people. SHOUT AT THEM. Read, read, read. When all is said and done, read. Down on your hands and knees fishing out lego. Making his bed. Face for a moment in his dancing rabbits pillow.  Make mackerel pate for lunch. SERVE WITH WATERCRESS. Consume with lust. ( But don't let it destroy you). Euculyptus on an old womans handkerchief.   "Here is a soul, accepting nothing". It is Monday after all. A September Monday so there is no better. Hiss of the iron steaming in the kitchen.

Laugh now. Make lists, plans. Try and MAKE sense.

It is Monday after all.

Comments

[Grace]

I just love when you do these rambling, topsy-turvy, filled-to-the-brim-with-lovely-things, sort of posts.

[Counting Your Blessings]

There once was a line from a movie...She says to him, "Do you have any idea how it feels to love someone so much, who looks so much like someone you want to hate?". Thankfully Tuesdays follow Mondays in a regular way that we can count on. About Finn & the torch...I just read this quote this morning, "...being every age you've been at the same time..." I say, dance with him next time! Our views of God seem to be so natural in our innocent youth but we become jaded and separate ourselves from God because "believing" is somehow not mature. Perhaps more moments dancing in the torch light is just what is needed. =) Blessings... Polly

[foizzy]

this made Me chuckle for some reason. your little boy looks absolutely darling.
I hope you have a marvelous week.foizzy xxx

[Fi]

Thankyou Alison. I lurk around here making my own five year plans of housewifery and writing, when in reality I am a stressed lawyer who hates Monday mornings and office life. I love your site and the vicarious comfort it brings.

[Barbara]

Thank you! You are truly a bright light. This read has set an even more wonderful tone for my day - which already was hard to beat!! Again thanks AND blessings too.
Barbara