literally s*#@ day plus a poem
I had a 💩 day today, literally. On the way to church this morning I opened our foul drain chamber, and it was full of what I hesitate to re-imagine. Cue an afternoon spent—instead of the planned family walk—learning how to rod a drain and scoop out … things … by hand. I did succeed, with my wife’s generous help, despite a very close-run few minutes with the plunger stuck.
As you can imagine (don’t), the prospect of such an afternoon played on my mind through church. I couldn’t engage, so I went to the foyer and just wrote in my notebook. I was trying to regulate (clearly I was in Sympathetic Mode!) by mentally going to one of my happiest places. Instead I wrote a poem about it:
I step into silence
Surrounded by evergreen and fern
Needles soften the noise
City sounds and fears cut off
With summer smells I reclothe memory
I can be, for a while
I am clearly not a poet: but hey, I am posting for myself really.
I’ve been ill this Christmas, so haven’t been living my daily and weekly routines. I’ll probably do a combined w52 & w01 post in the next week or so. I am also trying to fit in quite a bit at the moment: Life in the UK revision, family time, DIY, a day trip, prep for a crazy busy week back at work w/c 5th, and trying to recover from my virus. I had grand plans for a month review and some time for personal fun but I think something is going to have to give 😭.