THE WINDS WITH WONDER WHIST
Wolf winds howl and swirl around the house all night. I wake constantly to the susurrus of the trees whipping restlessly to and fro. In the late morning the winds are still high and they howl in the ventilation shafts. Once in a while the house seems to shudder. I lie in bed and watch crows struggle to fly into the wind. Aerial acrobatics are dashing but futile and they grab for a passing branch to rest a moment before daring flight once more. A magpie skiphops across the yard, blown backwards one step for every three forward until he finally darts low on the wing and disappears into the dancing trees.
All day the winds blow. In the early afternoon the frenzied air pauses awhile and the sky shreds the clouds aside to let the sun peek through. Hooligan breezes fling themselves merrily around every corner and every stray leaf is caught up and hurled further. The ditch around the house gurgles in high glee, a forgotten beach ball bobbing and turning on the surface of the stream.
Inside, the kids have played all day, strewing lego from one end of the house to the other. I've made progress on various projects; recording music, editing chapters and slogging through my most-hated chore: ironing tablecloths. 2 days of downtime was a perfect tonic for my busy self and my bones feel stretched and relaxed. I have one more movie to watch. Yesterday was The English Patient which I'd never seen. Lovely and terrible and with so many scenes replaying on the mental cinema of my brain, I feel saturated.
Random thoughts (aren't they all?)
All day the winds blow. In the early afternoon the frenzied air pauses awhile and the sky shreds the clouds aside to let the sun peek through. Hooligan breezes fling themselves merrily around every corner and every stray leaf is caught up and hurled further. The ditch around the house gurgles in high glee, a forgotten beach ball bobbing and turning on the surface of the stream.
Inside, the kids have played all day, strewing lego from one end of the house to the other. I've made progress on various projects; recording music, editing chapters and slogging through my most-hated chore: ironing tablecloths. 2 days of downtime was a perfect tonic for my busy self and my bones feel stretched and relaxed. I have one more movie to watch. Yesterday was The English Patient which I'd never seen. Lovely and terrible and with so many scenes replaying on the mental cinema of my brain, I feel saturated.
Random thoughts (aren't they all?)
- At the rate it is taking me to transfer music from the old cassettes to the PC, edit the music, burn the CDs and design and print labels for them, the music project won't be finished until 2009, if then
- Kristin Scott Thomas is so beautiful
- I'm afraid to put bill payments into the bank online because I don't want to see what our balance is(n't)
- The skin medicine really seems to be working. I can already see and feel a huge difference.
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