There can be no denying it any longer; the year has indeed started regardless of my readiness or lack thereof. Still with head-in-clouds as my preferred state of January being, I have managed to do little this first week save for reading, eating, lolling and sleeping. Needless to say, it has agreed immensely with both my mind and body, and my imagination is jumping hurdles and performing tremendous acrobatic leaps. Free of constraint, invention and ideas soar.
At present, my favourite routine, upon waking, is to stay in bed and read and ponder. Window open, coffee plunger and coffee mug resting atop makeshift table of yesterday’s news, cats snoozing post breakfast, and the house quiet, all as it should be. This new and more relaxed routine Olive and Omar have accepted with alacrity. Olive favours a spot near to the window enabling her to receive news of the outside world and Omar a spot near to my knees or armpit, depending upon my position.
Reading and working in bed, surrounded by pillows, rugs, and clad in an outfit I am happy few can see (horizontal stripes frequently meet with vertical and much colour) there is little better. It is cosy. It is summer. It is somewhat lazy, I wager, and it is addictive, completely. I’ve made no New Year resolutions, I rarely do, but perhaps it would be nice to continue this pattern for as long as I can. Waking, rising briefly and promptly returning back to bed with book, paper, notebook or macbook tucked under wing.
A very small part of the year is spent by choice; scarcely any thing is done when it is intended, or obtained when it is desired. Life is continually ravaged by invaders; one steals away an hour, and another a day; one conceals the robbery by hurrying us into business, another by lulling us with amusement; the depredation is continued through a thousand vicissitudes of tumult and tranquillity till, having lost all, we can lose no more.
Samuel Johnson, The Idler #14 (July 15, 1758)
{Olive. In her spot... and then the lady she vanishes.}
(Post New Year’s Eve laneway celebrations, I have found several modern day artefacts in my backgarden. To date, discovered whilst watering the garden with grey water from shower, I have found one blue lighter, two corks, one rogue cigarette butt, and one rubber cricket ball. The objects themselves are not odd nor are they surprising; what is surprising is the fact that they managed to sail through the air and make their way through the green jungle canopy. Possums must have been called to assist. Perhaps these remnants belong to said possums… hmm, another little quiet mystery.)