Thursday, October 31, 2013

The Fairies Didn't Steal Me, Isabelle



Wheeling the bin out to the curb one recent dark night I gazed up at the peaceful, almost full, moon and thought about how small and insignificant our little lives and occupations must seem to the wise old man up there. And the very next thought was ---

 "I wonder if the Blister looked up at this very same moon earlier tonight?"

The Little Blister and I, in August, by the Thames

She might well have tried, but the chances are good to excellent that the weather meter in Ireland was stuck on "piddling rain," as usual, which would mean clouds, which would mean no moon, and since it's getting into Autumn over there, there could, along with piddling rain, be chill-inducing temperatures, unlikely to encourage mooning about in the driveway, gazing up at the sky.

 So, I wondered.

Did she stay inside today, wrapped in blankets against the Celtic chill? Did she beat the Retired One to the cozy chair? And sip hot tea while knocking off a scintillating post about the state of the world, on her laptop? Am I in for a treat when I nip over there later to check?

We had a long natter on the phone last weekend and made a pact to each write something on our blogs by Sunday. We didn't, however, sign it in blood. If she's feeling as distracted and discombobulated as I am, I'll forgive her if she's late. Big of me, I know.

I want to write, I have the time, but nothing comes that doesn't sound like drivel. What gives? Travelling, they say, broadens the mind;  "fills up the well." Can you hear the sloshing? All those new sights and sounds. Maybe they just went very deep and will take a while to swim up to the surface? Fingers crossed!

Meanwhile, since I have nothing inspirational to say, I'll try for some inspirational pictures.

So much for Trixie, of the six inch stilettos, in history, telling us about the evil Sassenachs. Cromwell and his ilk may have been evil, but the English I met were normal and charming. I may be just a teeny bit biased. You'll see why.....Here's exhibit A...What's not to love?


Little grand daughter


And exhibit B ......likewise.


Her big brother --- not-so-little-anymore grandson


The OC was besotted...


Oh Grandpa, what comfy shoulders you've got!


I'm putting the above, which has been languishing in draft form for weeks, out here so you'll know I tried. But it fizzled. My heart wasn't in blogging it seemed for now. All my writing energy, such as it is, is being absorbed by writing and editing for the writing group. And continues to be. Whether anything will come of it is anybody's guess, but I'm getting a lot of editing practice.

Meanwhile, the OC came home for an unprecedented two weeks! It was a shock to the system. I'm not used to company 24/7!  It was all "go" around here for the duration. The TV didn't know what happened to it. It actually got turned on at least once a day! The OC was in high velocity, organizational mode. Lots of hopping to it, clicking of heels and manning the shredder. Yard equipment humming and buzzing. And then, in a blink, he was gone. Tonight he's in Dublin. Verily I say unto you, there is no justice in the world. The man doesn't even like Guinness.

Another reason for quiet on the Mollybawn front is that I've been reading voraciously. The Blister kick-started me when she came to visit us in England and brought me Olive Kitteridge, and I found myself making notes of whole passages. Back home I devoured Light Between Oceans, Sweeping Up Glass, The Art Of Hearing Heartbeats and The Sense of an Ending. This list is for Birdy's benefit! They were all excellent but that last one was riveting. (Thank you Blister---It took me long enough to get around to it sez you!) I usually take more than a week to read a book. Now I'm scarfing them down like a starving woman. I've just started on Alice Munro. If you want to see me you'll have to make an appointment. My secretary is usually chasing lizards around the pool, so be patient. He'll fit you in between his kibble and his catnaps, while the house slowly caves in around us.

The clock is ticking and there are still an awful lot of books to read.

Tomorrow a quilt show! Stand by for pictures. We can breathe life into this old blog yet

There Isabelle.

 Look what you made me do......


7 comments:

Lee said...

Well, I for one am grateful for your post! 'Tis nice to see you, Molly...you did well. :)

Susan Kane said...

Oh, how I have missed you!

Lovely pics of your gr-babies! OC is one lucky man to hold that precious warmth against his shoulder.

Expecting some photos of the quilt show.

Good to see your name.

Relatively Retiring said...

Good to see and read you again, Molly - and those beautiful grandchildren.

Thimbleanna said...

Yay for Isabelle -- I'm so happy she's beating on you. It looks to me like you have a LOT to bang on about ... those adorable grandchildren for starters. Your travel. (Ha! "Verily I say unto you, there is no justice in the world. The man doesn't even like Guinness." made me laugh out loud!) The books. The quilt show. Bring it all on Miss Molly!

Isabelle said...

Go on. Just post drivel like the rest of us.

jkhenson said...

I agree with Isabelle-I just post drivel, now on a weekly, if not daily basis. ;) But I'm working on being a writer like yourself. :) Loved the pictures immensely and have logged your book suggestions! :)

Pauline said...

This makes me feel much less guilty for not posting often anymore either only you say it so much more engagingly than I.

Your grands are lovely. I keep popping in to see if your sister has written anything new. It doesn't matter how few posts either of you write - they're worth waiting for :)