Finally, some rhythm to the month, just as it draws to a close. But it doesn’t matter. For the year has finally begun. Today then: a new cabinet in the bathroom to be made useful. Copper wire baskets just waiting to be filled. The things I found in the old one: more hair bobbles than any one woman could possible need and a penchant for fake tan, I clearly never indulge: my skin so pale it it almost milky. A constantly revolving parade of shower curtains I cannot get on with. This one too dark, the next too plasticky, oh and this one, oddly smelly. An ambush of chemical fragrance everytime we swish it along the rail.
These things are sent to try us. Though of
(Though, as my cheeky child frequently reminds me, he has not yet been “born” but was in fact “ceasaered” and thus I cannot claim solidarity with those women who really suffered, as apparently I only did half a job! A refrain he has stuck by since he was six and shows no signs of abandoning in favor of gratitude to the Mama who brought him into this world!
Now, two hard-boiled eggs and a cup of
I think I can taste Spring today. Though I love her when she arrives, some of me
I am tired of the internet lately (Gosh. Is one, thus, tired of life?). I am tired of the sniping, the silly arguments and the petty jealousies, the backstabbing, content-stealing, casual racism and the fake spins on real truths. It is why I am, like so many of the long-established bloggers I know, focusing everything I have got on nurturing my own tiny community, not chasing numbers on a Facebook page but offering real value, a safe space free from drama, and something that is more than a bandwagon, but is in fact a way of life.
A way of life I practice in order to share. A way of life that is more than just a zeitgeist word.
Now though, the child I didn’t birth has arrived home, hungrier than ever. A dash to feed him, before drum lessons and a cinema date I have long promised him, now my head has been
This then. Life itself. Stinky shower curtains and all.