Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Well, today is one of the dreariest days we've had this winter...
Cold... dark... wet...
Sitting here listening to the pounding of heavy raindrops on the corrugated iron roof.
It's kind of day which makes me long for a wood burning fire...
And makes me miss my mum.
On a day like today, she'd have a roaring fire going. She'd assume her position, stretched out like a cat on the mat (which always amused me, since she could barely tolerate cats) Soaking in every possible wave of radiated heat. Sometimes she'd lie there for hours at a time. Even when she couldn't get up or down without assistance. It was her favourite place to be. And I would lie beside her. It still feels all wrong to walk into that house, and not see her there.
We don't have a wood fire here.
Instead I've opted for the simmering pot of G.P.S. on the stove all afternoon. In case you're wondering, that would be Garlicky Potato Soup. For some reason, my family are obsessed with acronyms - and like to have our own little codes for everything. It's been that way for more years than I care to remember, and not likely to change any time soon.
But I'm getting off-track again.
The delicious aroma of slow cook onions and garlic is filtering through the house. The windows are getting a little steamy, and I'm terribly tempted to draaw a smiley face on the glass with my fingertip.
But I resist.
Since I'll be the one who has to clean it up...
I'm feeling in a bit of a limbo at the moment. Don't really know what to do with myself. I have 100s of projects in progress (no exaggeration, unfortunately) and yet I'm wanting to start something new.
And I can't decide whether to indulge myself or not.
What to do?