Monday, 27 May 2013
For once, a couple of bright sunny (if not overly warm) days, this weekend has seemed endless to me.
Sang (choir requested), at a wedding on Saturday afternoon, so that was part of Saturday taken care of.
Sunday morning Trinity Sunday, (visiting clergy of course), so that was part of Sunday taken care of.
Some household chores, some paper-work, some (not much) gardening, and still more than half of Monday to go.
Most of my neighbours are away, or sunbathing out of the wind in the unusual gift of a third sunny day, and me, I'm bored.
I know I could probably tidy my scruffy self up and get a bus, (if there are any), into town and shop. No thanks.
I could get properly scarecrow-clad and have a serious go at the garden - thinks - no thanks.
I could go and watch another load of sport-laden TV NO NO thanks. (though I will watch the cricket for an hour this evening).
When and why did my world shrink?
How did I let myself get so totally alone?
What am I to do about it?
Not unhappy. Not really lonely. Not even very concerned.
Time never used to go so very slowly, was never this elastic when I had too little of it, but now it is endless.
There is real time. There is British Summer Time, and there is Ray Time.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 3:54:00 pm