This is the first day of the last full month of my home alone period.
I have two projects in mind for September:
- A complete and full-scale clean and scrub throughout the house, to be completed as early as possible so that I can settle into a daily maintenance routine.
- A haiku a day, with a new September photograph to complete a calendar page. I generally scribble a couple of haiku in my notebook every day, so it’s no great chore to work one up for public consumption before the end of each day. I have a hankering, if September is successful, to go on to produce a calendar page each month until August next year, to be built into a new chapbook on the writings website. A year’s a long time, though, and I’m not going to inflate the hankering to a full-blown resolution.
If I come out of September with both projects successfully completed it’s likely my self-confidence will be restored.
I shall of course cheat on both projects if need arises.
Yesterday was not a good day. I had a bacon sandwich for my lunch which, unusually for me, clogged my system almost immediately, leaving me bloated and lethargic. Perhaps I ought to have taken a full glass of Andrew’s Liver Salts and gone to bed, and I did try. No sooner had I put my head on my pillow than my thoughts started whirling and I was obliged to get up and wander about the house moaning and groaning.
By mid-evening, it passed, and I gave my system a boost with a decent bit of steak and a huge mess of fried tomatoes. Sometime today the whole thing will shift and I’ll be back to normal.
Until then, however, sitting in an unexpected flood of late summer sunshine, I’m inclined to continue practicing the art of polyphonic groaning.
A patch of blue sky
open window
fresh air blows
the smell of fried tomato
