I’m making pitifully slow progress on my house-cleaning but it’s almost done and I hope to have it finished in time to start a daily quick whistle round on Monday. There’s nothing truly to account for my state except to describe it as an attack of the lethargies. The spirit is willing but the flesh is reluctant. So reluctant it’s painful to contemplate.
I have come to enjoy sitting in my chair far too much. And to keeping the house too quiet. Dolly and I seem to snooze and idle our way through the days in a comfortable little reverie, deep in our own thoughts. Except, on review, I don’t seem to be thinking about much of anything at all.
Ah well, idle hands, empty head. Not the best of times for good journal.
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under heavy skies
late season spiders
spin lazy webs
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That’s just how I feel at the moment.
Seems like I remember, long ago, you used to keep a radio tuned to a music station tootling away softly in the background. I adopted the practice. It is a pleasant reminder that time is passing, and helps me to get up and move before my hips seize up.
Well I certainly can relate to laziness. I best check and see, did I leave the sweeper sitting in the dining room?
Get up, John.
Claim one step,
. . . more.
Out your arm,
reach for
door.
Open air
there,
one step more.
Love won’t save you,
love looks for
your one step more.
Get up, John,
though heart feels sore,
there’s your saviour,
one . . .
step . . .
more.
There’s always tomorrow…
Must admit to having my share of the lazy’s these days. There is something so calming about the cooler rainy weather we’ve had this past week. Makes one shut away from the world, with a nice potato soup simmering on the stove, contemplating life’s plans for the upcoming winter months……or not.
Sometimes I sits and thinks.
Sometimes I jus’ sits.
Too bad you couldn’t pop over to the caravan and stay for a while with Graham. I know you’re concerned about Her Majesty, but a one way trip and then a week or so later – another one way trip back? Or would that even be too much for her?
Just thinkin’, John…
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a bit of sitting and not-thinking. It’s like letting the fields lay fallow over the winter. It lets your brain rest, ready to produce fine strong crops when it comes fertile again. Sure, you don’t want it to lay fallow too long, but I say enjoy the quiet contemplative time while you have it. Once Graham gets home, he’ll have you out and about again!
I have been quite lazy myself. I think its the heat here in Southern California. But I must admit I like lazy days.
,,,but at least you returned.
Like many others, I think of you. I don’t know many people who can write a sentence the way you can. Keep on keeping on, John. You have friends and lovers.
Was ig Peg Bracken who said she enjoyed a good, brisk sit?
When I sit too long, I almost need a shot of WD-40 to get my joints moving again.