What I had envisioned for our future was the making of dandelion wine on the birthday of our younger son, and drinking the first bottle on Christmas Day, along with the new potatoes I would have grown myself, following Pete the Goat’s instructions (line a used car tyre with ripped up newspaper or straw to insulate; when the stalks of the potato plants show above the soil, add another lined car tyre and more soil; if started in August-September, by Christmas you have a stack of four or five tyres and a helping of new potatoes in each one).
What I had envisioned was my children growing up in the bedroom that had a view with a strangely high horizon, over the hill behind Tom and Eira’s house. I noticed the high horizon one beautiful evening – spring, our first spring in the house and last one together – of pink clouds and the near-fluorescent green of the Welsh countryside.
But with coffee cups hitting doorframes at my eye level, and plates with fried egg having a more accurate aim – I never could wear that knitted thing again, I washed it but for me it wouldn’t come clean – all envisionings were off.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
I am not likely to want to comment on this
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I can see why you might feel reluctant to comment further on this, Anna, and I can imagine you suffering a certain amount of anguish in deciding whether to post this or not - so I'm not expecting you to comment on the subject matter or even to reply, okay?
But this fact needn't stop me from saying hello and I hear you, you're brave and magnificent. And right now, glorious Finlander, you should feel very loved.
Only good things to you, Anna. You may have somehow been led to believe you didn't deserve them. You do.
TPE x
TPE McPoni, glorious Scotlander - thank you.
Right now, you should feel very loved too.
Thank you.
xx
Hello from me too. If anyone tries to make you believe you don't deserve good things, tell them that you have already heard the truth from Mr. TPE and that he rocks etc., and so do you.
But, but - if you are a poet by nature there is always a but, dear Finlander, as you must know (well, you do now) - what is this cryptic post where you state categorically, so that there can be no doubt, that you hear me, after which comments are disabled? If you are trying to emulate the eccentricities of a certain Englishman, please bear in mind he only did this after hundreds of comments had been hurled in his direction.
I am tapping my fingers, waiting for an explanation.
x
Delusions of grandiosity? Moi?
Dearest Signs - hello to you too, and thank you.
Unfortunately, this site has currently only love to offer, no explanations (on emulating the eccentricities of Englishmen, or anything else). Apologies...but do have some loving. No, really, I insist.
xx
Sounds good - ta very much, I accept.
xx
Is this the same knitted thing that, potentially, clothes your phone?
If it is, I wanna see the photies.
Sorry Merkin - no explanations on offer. Have some love instead.
x
(Signs - good, excellent, that's what I wanted to hear. x )
I am so with you AnnaMr............
love to you xx
Anna,
I'm sending you a massive package of But Why? hugs and thanks - for you and for this really powerful post.
But xx
...Are there any moose in this room?
Lavenderblue - thank you, girl. Appreciate it. Love to you too.
xx
But - I'm sending you thanks (for the hugs and the compliment) and a you're welcome, albeit a slightly confused one (for the thanks) and a bunch of love (for good measure).
No moose, Dr Why, no moose loose here. Honest...just analytically looking at some subject matter.
xx
Anna MR, Aside from the deep sadness in this post, this is lovely writing - the coffee cups made me gasp, reminded me of the tea cups aimed at my mother's head by a different man in a different time. But the same kind of violence.
Hugs to you, beloved Finlander
x
NMJ, beloved Scotlander - thank you; for the hugs, the compliment, the deep understanding.
Love to you, friend and blogpal.
xx
That was raw. Really raw. That just pierced right through me. Dorky hugs.
Dork, dear heart - thank you.
Love coming your way...
xx
I think it's great ("lovely" is the word, but I never use it) how you saved the wistful beauty -- the potato tires, the "pink clouds and the near-fluorescent green" -- from the wreck.
Dear Kurt - I have no problems with using the "L word", and therefore I can say thank you for your lovely comment.
And of course - love to you from the Northern Lands.
xx
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