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Marking Time
Almost as soon as I'd posted my previous post, announcing my forthcoming trip to Japan, my lodger Rei came down with COVID. She was quite poorly for a few days, but was so prompt and thorough in her self-isolation that I was spared. (I have a strong mental image of her opening her door a crack to accept the soy iced latte I had brought at her request, dishevelled hair hanging down in front of her face like Sadako from The Ring.) Now, of course, from a purely selfish point of view, she has become 'safer' to live with in that she's unlikely to be infected again in the 17 days before I set sail into the air.
Yesterday I had a nice day out with my daughter and her boyfriend in Glastonbury, where - despite living in Bristol for at least 5 years - he had somehow never been. It was a very pleasant day, and although nothing out of the ordinary happened in one sense, in another it was the kind of memory - of time spent happily with loved ones - that I want to store in my mind against the time when I'm sick or housebound, to be able to take out and inspect. It seems wise to create a nest of these glossy little eggs, because that time will come.
I used never to share pictures of my children here, because they were minors and all, but I guess we're a bit beyond that now, so here we are at Chalice Well Garden, and on the Tor:
Pride of place must go, naturally, to the tea cosy that I bought my daughter, at a shop dedicated to the saint-cum-goddess Bridget. It was handmade by the owner.
"Shall I be Mother?
As per the post title, this is all happening during marking season, which is taking up most of my waking hours besides these odd breaks; but I also have a sense of marking time the other way, trying not to get ill, have accidents, or open myself up to other obstructions that might conceivably stand between me and Japan Airlines.
Yesterday I had a nice day out with my daughter and her boyfriend in Glastonbury, where - despite living in Bristol for at least 5 years - he had somehow never been. It was a very pleasant day, and although nothing out of the ordinary happened in one sense, in another it was the kind of memory - of time spent happily with loved ones - that I want to store in my mind against the time when I'm sick or housebound, to be able to take out and inspect. It seems wise to create a nest of these glossy little eggs, because that time will come.
I used never to share pictures of my children here, because they were minors and all, but I guess we're a bit beyond that now, so here we are at Chalice Well Garden, and on the Tor:
Pride of place must go, naturally, to the tea cosy that I bought my daughter, at a shop dedicated to the saint-cum-goddess Bridget. It was handmade by the owner.
"Shall I be Mother?
As per the post title, this is all happening during marking season, which is taking up most of my waking hours besides these odd breaks; but I also have a sense of marking time the other way, trying not to get ill, have accidents, or open myself up to other obstructions that might conceivably stand between me and Japan Airlines.