Or maybe two days. Each much the same as the other.
Awake at 6.30. Fed cats, took coffee back to bed and became trapped in the pages of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.
Walked on the beach, slowly, thinking, watching a seal child in the sea, dogs on the beach. Home for breakfast. Too much time trawling twitter then painting otters for the Lost Words.
Blog a bit, about a typical working day. More tea, while paint dries.
Later walk the restless dogs, looking all the while at poles and wires, a new obsession.
Then drink tea with a friend, make fire, eat supper, made for me by the patient Robin, and watch Everything is Illuminated.
The next day, wake to find no one told the animals the hour was going back, walk dogs and find lost words everywhere, dandelions, wren, bramble, and a whole crowd of starlings….
and later more, chattering like interference on a radio, crowding a field…
and two chough loud on a rock,
a small death in a hollow of grass….
home, blog while tea cools, then paint…
and while waiting for paint to dry, shop for food for supper…
and later, while waiting for paint to dry do first steps in yoga from video made by daughter child.
For the rest of the evening I will sit by the fire and read. This is what my working life is like. I need to make time in the evening to paint.
Thanks, daughter child, for the yoga.