Sunday morning walk to clear my party night head. The dog was happy, the day was lovely, the woods smelled of autumn: what? bracken, leaves, dust, berries and a tang of horse manure.
It’s been a long long lull on the building front, but I’ve been noticing sprinklings of sawdust on Grimsdale recently – could it be that things are happening again, up in the woodowrk nerve centre? Watch this space. But dont hold your breath. Like all women partnered with joiners and builders I know better than to expect hasty completion on any project, but this one is getting ridiculous!!
September 25, 2007 at 3:21 pm
Perhaps it is the journey and not the arriving which is important. Perhaps your renovation work is in some way allegorical? We’ve been doing up our house and the search for deeper meaning, in the absence of completion (not to mention the cost!), is becoming ever more pressing. But then, who am I to tell a Zen cook about the values of transcending the suffering that is ‘DIY’?
September 25, 2007 at 8:46 pm
Aaargh!!