Sunday, 18 September 2016
Eye Watch You
Been quiet here recently, I ignore the news mostly as it is the usual ongoing stuff, the weather and being a fat slob has kept me indoors for the most part and nothing has happened except the stormy rain. This Collared Dove, or bloody nuisance as it is called when calling for his mate outside my window early in the day, posed happily for me until he actually saw me behind the filthy back window. He is about the only bird I see these days all the others have scarpered including the noisy Starlings who no longer squawk around the hanging feeders. Maybe it is something I said?
The wind and rain battering the window forced me to do those things left undone for so long, cupboard cleaning, rubbish dumping and long lost object finding. It is amazing what lies in cardboard boxes at the bottom of cupboards and I have just uncovered some slides from years ago of happy times and a black cat not necessarily connected. Now all I need is one of those devices to transfer the pics to digital so I can see them properly.
Sadly I also have two heavy boxes of photos dumped aside long ago that now must be gone through. Some will be quite good but I expect I will have to be 'Donald Trump tough' and dump the ones that need not be kept. The dust I will return to where I found it and remove it next time...
The lentil soup was another requirement that will be needed to keep me alive as I continue my calorie controlled diet. I lost 4 pounds since yesterday by not eating and humping things which no doubt will return today, however the soup, which is too salty, will keep me going for lunchtimes.
The 'season of mists and mellow fruitfulness' comes at a price. The price is a darkening sky, shorter days, colder temperatures and golden leaves falling from trees. That last one is a bugbear for some around here today. The rain and wind have loosened the leaves from countless trees and garden paths, streets and back alleyways bust be chock a block with these things today.
In days of yore one of our tasks was to clean up such leaves, daily we would sweep as far as possible knowing that tomorrow we would have to do this all over again, and again, and again until no leaves were left. This was not a job we enjoyed as there were daily tasks to accomplish at the same time. We never complained or grumbled, no we didn't, we just got on with it and looked forward to next year.
Round here one man not far from me insists on burning all fallen leaves and this delightful aroma reminds me of my Uncle George who did similar many moons ago. Uncle George had a small fire and the smoke did not come inside, my local man enables his smoke to travel a great distance from the far side of the park and to establish a home in my room. This delightful reminiscence will not be looked on as favourably as Uncle Georges is.
Once the weather ended its downpours I made it to the late night shopping and obtained no bread that satisfies. The best stuff had gone and I had to make do with 'heat it yourself' loaves. Greedy locals had bought all the decent stuff and left me hungry, or as hungry as anyone 16 stone could be.
At least I got a night shot of others failing to get the bread they wished. How much better it is to shop when the masses have gone home, how easy it is, how quiet, how bare the shelves!