Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Working, simple pleasures and coming home.

1. My mother comes and plays with Alec for a few hours -- I sit and write. I feel like myself again. Once she leaves, though, I'm glad to be a mother again, though.

2. He's easily pleased, that Alec. A paper bag keeps him occupied while we get lunch. You can shake it, and wave it, and when you squeeze it, there's a scrunchy noise. Then you can drop it on the floor, and people will come and give it back to you.

3. I wonder where they've got to? And then I hear the gate clang.

Heavy weather, play and grace.

1. The cosy sound of bad weather thrashing and beating the walls. 2. I've got time and space and bandwidth to play with the layout of my...