I had a little rebellion today.
It was a routine thing, up, coffee and computer, ablutions, off to Sainsbury’s for what is to become our weekly shop (saving petrol & wear & tear) and home again.
‘Home again’ did it. I got to thinking how very circular and shut in this routine is making me feel. What with that and the cold (still with me, but much reduced) the homeward journey was quiet and thoughtful.
“Where are we going?” Graham asked.
“Home, of course.”
“No we’re not. We’re going to Carmarthen.”
“Oh, soddit. When did I take the wrong turning.”
“Don’t know. Wasn’t watching. Not to worry, we can take the next turning and come back.”
Which is what we did. Silence fell again for a little while until he asked: ”So, what’s up, doc?”
By the time we got home, perhaps twenty minutes later, we’d sorted it out. We’re going to aim for a weekly day off duty, out on a little trip if possible, but a break in the routine, giving me something new to anticipate.
That’ll make me feel a lot better, and get the juices running. We’ve promised to start next week. Monday shopping. Tuesday waiting in for the piano buyer to call and take the little darling away. Wednesday, out somewhere.
“I’ll make up a packed lunch and a big flask of coffee,” I said. ”And pack the folding table and chairs so’s we can sit on top of a convenient roadside heap of gravel.”
“It’s a date. Except for the gravel.”
“Oh, alright. I’ll give you the gravel.”
As we pulled onto the driveway we noticed we were having visitors:
Exotic visitors
“Not that I’ve been complaining, of course,” I said. ”A routine life that has peacocks in it isn’t all that bad.”
“You weren’t complaining. A rut is a rut, even with peacocks.”
“That’s all right, then. I shall still give you the gravel.”
I look forward to a confrontation between two peacocks and a mega-cat. That would be quite a stand-off.
What beautiful birds. Amazing how unafraid they are.
I was going to ask if Dolly had introduced herself to the peacocks yet !
When we opened the door, Dolly was all huffed up and angry. Could be anything, but the most likely explanation is that she was defending her castle against passing large gaudy birds!
Given what I imagine such large gaudy birds might leave behind, Dolly may have just cause for defending the homestead.
an outing! Just what is needed. I think my son is taking me on a wander tomorrow. I am really looking forward to it.
It looks like the birds are polite and leave no calling cards either.
Has Dolly seen them?
I agree – you both need some random things to do. An outing, a picnic lunch, taking a ride, stopping at small shops or wandering a flea market. Just the ticket for the winter blues.
Give Dolly our regards – she shouldn’t have to tolerate such things!
Maybe Dolly needs a change in her routine to get the juices running, too. If so, the peafowl are simply obliging her.
It’s a good idea to get out and explore the countryside. Who knows what pleasant adventures may be awaiting the open-hearted traveller?
Hugs from the little mountain in Corea,
~ Sil
Lovely thought. A day out. Maybe that’s why I am cranky. No more day off here. It’s time to move it to Sunday and find new day off together things to do here. Thank you for poking me.
Yes, little outings here and there to break up the routine — definitely a good idea. A walk on a beach, a trip to a museum or art gallery, lunch or dinner out, a picnic (with or without gravel **grin**), just a few of the ways to spice up the quotidian.
A day out is just the ticket. I’m older than you, oldgreypoet, and my “day out” is to be Alaska for 2 months! Perhaps that’s getting a bit extreme.
My daughter, who is now a Brit, tells me that her fellow Brits go to car parks for picnics. Is it true?
Thank you for sharing the peacocks. I hope there are no foxes about.