Seeing my world on a daily basis
Here I am, seated before the keyboard, hoping for fifteen minutes of inspiration. The walk with the dog, under a light drizzle, brought little. Other than, and just because it caught my attention, almost all of the temporary garage units in the neighbourhood have been hidden away for another couple of seasons. I think there might be a bylaw to push homeowners into activity.
The dog had fewer folds to explore, so we gained a few minutes on the clock. Just under twenty-five minutes for a measured two kilometers. I decided that if I was going to have a routine, it would have to be routine. No “new exciting adventure” each evening, or I’d forget my daily life in the frenzy of activity. We go out, and south to the border, and then west to the border, and then north… you must have an idea of where I go, from that. No maps required; the dog knows where he wants to be (back on a comfortable couch).
I taxied son #3 to another part of the city, early this morning. He had some sort of make-work project lined up. Must have required some effort, given that he fell asleep in the transit bus coming back, and required another dose of parent taxi to attend supper. He may go back tomorrow.
Our historical visit to Hastings, via Foyle’s War, will soon end. Running out of episodes on Netflix. There’ll be something equally distracting to replace the war effort. We’ve been under arms for a decade, here, but the disruption takes on a lower cadence.
