And then the garden. I know, sort of, what I am doing, and certainly why I am doing it, but I seem to be the only one in the village! Maybe in the spring when and if the bulbs all come up, and the wild flower seeds grow it will be something special. It does not matter really as long as the insects like it!
I often thought of myself without any artistic talent, if I draw a cow I have to put a label on it. However I now believe that it is not talent I am missing, but skill. I have lots of ideas, I just lack the skill to turn them into anything useful. It is a bit like my cooking – sometimes it can be great but it never looks that good! However the 1/4 pizza I took to the shop today lasted about 4 minutes! And that was without onion and olives (Kate has weird food dislikes, and after several months I I thought I ought to make an effort.
See, this is another weird thing. I am one of many old codgers in the village, many single like me. Do they take portions of their cooking to the shop? Do they get up at 6am every day to sort the papers out for a cup or three of tea? I don’t know why I do it? I am pissed off at waking a 5.20am. But it is nice to do something nice. Some days it can be real busy and I know that my contribution has been worthwhile, most of the time I make no difference. Weird.
When I was 19 on holiday in Israel (I saw a picture of a tank with a flower in its barrel – honestly that it why I went there), I lent half my money to a guy who I met the day before, but got robbed in the night sleeping on the beach. He paid me back about 6 months later – no idea of his name.
My teenage years are bit of a mystery – I remember only odd bits, and I was not a stoner! memories sketchy. Oh how I wish …… But it was never to be. Naive, innocent, lovely.