Distractions
A first world problem: my postal delivery is late. According to the online tracker, the parcel left the neighbourhood sort centre shortly after lunch, but as of my latest trip, still no joy.
I know; tomorrow. It’s just that I’m bored, and the idea of changing a bicycle tire seemed like fun. After all, I’m not stuck by the side of the road in a driving rain. I can do this inside, with the right tools, and no pressure (other than that furnished by the pump). Tomorrow.
I’m here on a quiet evening, with lots of mundane chores to occupy the passing hours. Kitchen. Laundry. Getting the garbage to the curb in time for the truck pass (tomorrow).
I did manage to squeeze in a video chat with son #3 (the first since he headed off to his new/old life at the beginning of the summer). We’ve chatted, and I think I did a real telephone call, but the idea of clicking on the camera link and seeing what happened next had, until now, escaped me. Happily, he looks the same (albeit no richer than before… this was supposed to be about “greener pastures”). I’m convinced that Island green trumps that of the big city, and hope that he’ll yearn for the sight of the sea, soon. Hey, there’s work around here, too. Perhaps not intellectually challenging, but there’s a steady paycheque if that’s what “winds your clock”. Remember, the sight of the sea. The stretch of a freshly ploughed pasture.
Maybe I need a bowl of ice cream.
