Tuesday. There’s a deal of significance in a Tuesday when you’re on a countdown to some future event. Even though the bulk of the week is still to come, Tuesday seems somehow to break the back of it. I’m always reluctant to wish time away and yet just now I’m counting the days.
Each time we speak, and that’s three times a day, Graham seems to have some new plan or target for things to be done when he returns. The replacement of carpets with good, clean cork flooring. The design and construction of a fireplace for the living room. The conversion of the back bedroom, to include the installation of a large patio door, so that we may have a joint ‘hobby’ room and so that my present study may be joined to the kitchen to make a vast open-plan cooking and daytime living area. And so on, and on. I could get quite breathless at the prospect.
And, as if on the side, he plans great things for our back garden, to include the painting of the masonry walls of the house. I could get more than breathless at that one.
For the past three months I’ve been content with targets of no ambition at all. Just getting through the day, fending off boredom and depression. I’ve succeeded reasonably well, even if I have felt I was merely skating on the boundaries. And soon now, before another Tuesday is upon us, it’ll be over.
Roll on.
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down the valley
pale in the autumn sun
a dog barks, lonely in the morning
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Around here you wouldn’t hear ‘a’ dog but several.
It might be a good idea indeed to rest some more before your life turns into a whirlwind!
But it’s great, John, it’s simply great to have someone with Graham’s energies around!!
You leave me ‘me’ breathless thinking about all the things Graham is going to do! Gosh – and I thought ‘I’ was busy…
Also feeling a little guilty about the dust that’s settled in here around me in my little corner of this room. TYVM
Next week this time, you’ll both be sitting there at your kitchen table – drinking tea and noshing on some wonderful fry-up that you’ve made, John!
“I’m always reluctant to wish time away and yet just now I’m counting the days.”
I understand what you mean about not wanting to wish time away, but I think your situation right now is one of the exceptions to that. You and Graham have been apart too long and it is only right and fitting that you should be eager for his return.
Yes, depression stalked you, but you won. The prospect of all these projects is positively dizying. Are all the trannies gone? He’s going to be a free man shortly.
So your job this week is to go around and take all the “before” pictures, right?
I’m so happy for you and Dolly, your waiting time is almost over. Will you drive down to get Graham, or does he have a way to get home himself?
I can hardly wait for Graham to come home, too. He’s such a dynamo! But, I’ll bet he will need a short break to recover from running “his bar.” Knowing him, that break will last about 15 minutes.
Once he catchs sight of the underbrush and sweeping branchs overhanging the garden, he’ll grab his machete and head for the ‘jungle.’
Lots of Love to you, and skritches for Dolly,
~ Sil
Just a word of caution, John, regarding removing all carpeting and sound softening materials from your floors. Don’t know if the cork floors have any sound absorbing qualities (‘m pretty sure they do!) but I’m also pretty sure you don’t want the telly or your CD player sounds bouncing around too much, either.
Two matters arising. Photos? I’ll try. Am I driving down to pick up Graham? Time will tell