Does time splinter into different universes? While I sit here waiting for my hubby, who insisted he wanted to walk home in the rain after I dropped him off a couple of hours ago for an appointment, I wonder, where has he got to? Is he OK. Which way is he walking home. Might he get lost? He has problems following directions. But if he knows the way (and he walked back last week) then he should be OK.
But he mooches, he likes looking at things, he doesn’t stride out anymore. He’s not young. I want to go and look for him but the traffic outside is at a standstill. So I’m sitting waiting, worrying, fretting, he’s a grown man. I know he will be OK.. I guess. But time fractures, things happen….
Ten minutes later.. He’s back!
I like helping people. But that can cause problems. I’ve offered to give a friend a lift tonight, but I also give someone else a regular lift. The logistics are giving a lift, doing something at the venue, then picking the other person up and taking her to the venue. Then giving both a lift home…. Phew!
As my hubby says, sometimes I’m too helpful! I hope it all works out OK….
Has anyone else been in a similar dilemma?
￼Norman my white nosed reindeer….
Norman is hoping to be a stand in Reindeer at Christmas. He’s wants to be an understudy for Santa’s team.
He says that he’s waited five hundred years for the chance and his nose has turned white with age. He’s wearing his favourite stripey woolley jumper and has borrowed a set of Santa’s braces to keep his trousers up. He feels the cold at the North Pole because of his age.
Norman almost went out in 1960 when Dasher had a pulled hamstring from dashing and crashing about, but he missed out when a reindeer called Snowy took Dashers’ place.
Norman says his sense of direction can let him down. He once flew to the South Pole by mistake but did make friends with the King Penguins down there. He now takes a blow up globe and a compass with him so that he can find his way around the world.
Norman has a month to prove himself so he can go on this year’s Christmas run.
I live in the UK and the clocks are due to go back at two am tomorrow night, that means :
Advantage… Extra hour in bed
Disadvantage….. The sun sets an hour earlier. The winter blues set in. I hate it when the sun sets before 5pm. It takes ages for it to set later than that in the winter. It’s so depressing. Why? Because the Earth is tipped by about 23? degrees. That means in the winter the sun rises further south east, curves in an arc further south than in summer and sets further south west. The hours it is visible in the sky are less. (in the summer around here the sun can set about 11pm and rise about 3am!).
Cold and dark, shivering, chilly. Even now you can feel the year dwindling.
And… WORDPRESS changes from one day to the next at midnight. Not 1am as it does in the summer. That means I have an hour less time in the evening to post before the clock ticks into the next day….
Painted several years ago, my painting of Maiden Castle Hill Fort imagined a woman dancing in the landscape, and also her bones as if they were found in the land.
The idea was inspired by visiting Maiden Castle in the 1990s,thinking about it being a hill Fort and part of the Celtic world.
It is located in Dorset near Dorchester. If I remember correctly it is reached by a small road, then you walk up through the ditches and mounds that lead up to the top of the hill Fort.
I think I got the idea from watching archaeology programmes on TV. I imagined the woman being aware of the changing seasons and how time passes. The little skull below her is a rabbit skull we found on a walk.
It’s a bit weird, but I wanted to include a figure in the dramatic landscape.
Sometimes I want to go home.
Not this house, home,
But the one I grew up in.
The family home and hearth.
The place I knew so well
It’s nooks and crannys
The garden and the tree I climbed.
The old swing and the rockery.
Doors I shut forty years ago
Creak open in my mind.
I wish I could shut my eyes and go.
See our old pets, the roses by the back door.
Dad’s motorbike, mom’s hair in rollers.
Little memories make me homesick.
I would drive there now at 2am
But a new family live there.
I feel lost.
Suddenly, snow is on his head,
frost is in his hair.
Life is here still, strong and steady
but time has sprinkled white, dead hair into the brown.
Salt and pepper, they say.
Distinguished temples silvered by age.
No wish for dyes to cover it,
no need to hide it.
Only a realisation that winter is on its way.