Oh my goodness – it’s Saturday!
Lying in bed at eight o’clock this morning, the thought crashed into – or out of – my brain. Oh my goodness, it’s Saturday. I’ve got to do my blog.
It’s one of those inexplicable things that, suddenly, this thing I do each week seemed so suddenly so unlikeable, so onerous, so very much NOT what I wanted to do. Not now, not ever, not ever again.
Yet here I am, now sitting at my desk and feeling absolutely comfortable with the thought of actually getting this blog written. For of course, one of the odd things about life is that, as soon as you start to accept what you’ve got to do and start to think about it, ideas do start coming into your head.
Sometimes, of course, the ideas are too many. Thus, already in the few minutes since I remembered that it’s Saturday morning and sat down at my desk to write this blog, I’ve thought about the room in the hospital where I go for a blood at the start of any visit. But it’s not so much the room that buzzes into my mind as the woman who works there and the fact that, seconds after my arrival, we’ll be chatting away as if we’d known each other for ever. How does that happen?
Plus I’ve thought about the ironing that needs to be done and the friend that is coming for coffee.
Life and minds and memories are very strange. Already this morning I’ve also thought about Clapham Common and the fact that in the Victorian area when the park was created, small hills there were flattened so that young ladies would feel safe. No unexpected man suddenly leaping up from behind a hillock! Now why did that come back to mind?
Plus I’ve thought about the wonderful birdsong I’m hearing in my garden each day. Early morning. Early evening. How can birds produce such melodious sound? And how on earth can they keep going so long?
And by now, still in my dressing gown, of course, I’m writing this strange array of thoughts that must compose my blog this week. For perhaps it’s important from time to time not to have an over-riding theme nor very little sense of purpose except to get the job done. For there are many things we people do which are simply a matter of routine. At the very least, they keep us on the mark.
So there we are. I see the sun is out. As I said, an old and dear friend is due to be coming this morning for coffee. So between now and then, I must have my shower and dress. I shall do so in the hope that you will forgive my morning’s maunder and accept that, probably for all of us, mind does sometimes flounder. Maybe it’s an essential fact of living!
PS: At the top, our first bluebells. At the bottom me and a fiendishly difficult jig saw just completed.
April 16th, 2022 at 6:47 pm
Mary, please no apology for your “morning’s maunder”! I think we all need to let our minds maunder and, as you say, it is an essential part of living. Thank you so much for sharing yours this morning – appreciated all the more because I know how hard the journey from bed to desk (or whatever) can be sometimes! I hope the day has unfolded into a good one for you.
With love and all best wishes,
Annalee
April 20th, 2022 at 2:26 pm
Loved this blog, Mary, thanks. Your first few paragraphs made me remember the words of Lao Tzu:
“A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.” Kxx