We
have perfect blue sky mornings and there is no wind, only calm on the
corner where we walk to and collect the mail each day if we remember.
Lambs are about to crowd the verdant and fecund paddocks while my own wee lambs are screaming their heads off as we are heading out this morning.
Lambs are about to crowd the verdant and fecund paddocks while my own wee lambs are screaming their heads off as we are heading out this morning.
So spring is here. But remembering yesterday afternoon is taking the spring right out of my step. I am driving to deposit more possessions in the
storage unit to make more room in our little house.
The storage unit is a converted and decommissioned anglican church and sits on our land a kilometre away. As I walk in I discover that all of my photo albums covers are being nibbled by mice.
All of my albums are put together with savings, care, meticulousness and all responsible for charting my journey through life in pictures pre twins.
The storage unit is a converted and decommissioned anglican church and sits on our land a kilometre away. As I walk in I discover that all of my photo albums covers are being nibbled by mice.
All of my albums are put together with savings, care, meticulousness and all responsible for charting my journey through life in pictures pre twins.
As I go through all the banana boxes storing my possessions, I see the damage and hit the wall as though I remember each photo the way it is being taken and later, the time and dollars set aside especially to develop and glue the precious photos into the album. I am now at a loss as to how my memories can be perfectly restored in these albums for later years without cumbersome chore of buying more and transferring the pictures anew. I am mortified
The desecration of my memories by innocent field mice comes as a huge let down and unleashes a deluge of tears and frustration about everything. But, I stop myself coming down on myself too hard for storing them in open boxes in the first place! And I remember too that my emotions are compounded mainly by a lack of sleep and need to go easy on myself.
The desecration of my memories by innocent field mice comes as a huge let down and unleashes a deluge of tears and frustration about everything. But, I stop myself coming down on myself too hard for storing them in open boxes in the first place! And I remember too that my emotions are compounded mainly by a lack of sleep and need to go easy on myself.
I take the box stashed with albums home resolve taht its
happened and retreat tired to the bedroom.
Our five year old comes in stands in the frame of the door of our bedroom and looks at me quizzically at where I sit as I fire an emotional email off to my mother. I say to her the mice have eaten my photo albums!
Our five year old responds to my plight by asking if the mice like cheese. I respond yes. And she says we need to put cheese in traps and catch the ice. The next morning still pondering over my plight she suggests peanut butter. So practical. I get up and get the bait from the pantry and strew it around the storage. I feel proud for letting this ‘huge” thing not consume the little stored sleep adn energy I have
My mother responds I need to drive to her house which sits currently empty and have a break!
Our five year old comes in stands in the frame of the door of our bedroom and looks at me quizzically at where I sit as I fire an emotional email off to my mother. I say to her the mice have eaten my photo albums!
Our five year old responds to my plight by asking if the mice like cheese. I respond yes. And she says we need to put cheese in traps and catch the ice. The next morning still pondering over my plight she suggests peanut butter. So practical. I get up and get the bait from the pantry and strew it around the storage. I feel proud for letting this ‘huge” thing not consume the little stored sleep adn energy I have
My mother responds I need to drive to her house which sits currently empty and have a break!
This morning around 2AM I google how to repair damaged
books and found some clver adn aesthetic ways to repair my albums. As with the usual turn of events it takes a bit of time but after
a while my brain catches up with my emotions. And then around 10AM this morning I decide I am making
sauerkraut to take the sauer out of my kraut and stay put on the farm.
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