February 23, 2016
It’s been a beautiful spring day although it’s still February. I even heard the cuckoo singing accompanied by several other feathered beings which, I’m ashamed to say, I don’t really know what they are named.
I was really happy and I was thinking that, finally, the spring was there, just in touch, when Maria sent me a message in the afternoon to tell me that tomorrow there would be a snow storm. Hope crashed and died. My mental plans of putting the winter clothes away got swept under the rug.
I don’t know if it was her message or not (persuasion has a lot of power, after all) but my cold, which had seemed to go away, came back in force, this time also with fever and real aches in my throat and also with sniffles not only with the lack of voice.
However, there’s the night to contend with and I do hope that by morning I will be much better than I am now. If not, then I am doomed.
I had only a few free hours today when I could decide what to do without being bound by a schedule and I simply enjoyed my spare time in the yard with a cup of coffee and a book.
That doesn’t mean that I was completely alone or that I enjoyed too much peace. Of course, Rex had to be present as always – he’s like March in lent, and he had to chase after all the squirrels that dared to come close to his trees and all the birds that were giving a concert around.
However, this was one of those days when I didn’t care. He barked and ran and made a lot of noise and I simply didn’t pay any attention at all.
It’s not like he’s the only dog in the neighborhood making a racket all the time. There are at least two others that keep people up at all hours of the day. On Sunday, I even saw a neighbor practicing target with them throwing snowballs because she was exasperated.
It seems that I chose correctly. Not paying attention to him made him stop and simply run around without the additional noise.
Being Tuesday and as I’m a bit superstitious and have the feeling that nothing can be solved on a Tuesday, I saved the day for introspection and for laziness. I didn’t do anything important besides my work, of course. My employer doesn’t care for my superstitions. Tuesday is a day of work so I have to work, which intellectually I understand perfectly. Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop me to dream of a world where I can do whatever I want and when I want.
In such a world, I’d certainly do nothing. I’d get lost in my woolgathering or in my books. I would plot the novel that would win the Nobel Prize one day without actually writing it. Everybody around would go hungry because I wouldn’t bother to do any kind of usual chores and the house would be in shambles.
No, the house wouldn’t be in shambles. I am too afraid about rodents and other pests to let it go in shambles, especially after I saw a dead rat on one of the paths of the complex a few days ago. It actually lay there for a few days till someone thought of taking it away.
It is not a very expensive complex but it is not cheap either. I’d have expected a little more attention to such details but sometimes, expecting too much brings too much disappointment so I learnt not to dwell on such things. I simply avoided the area when I walked Rex, after I checked from afar that the area was still contaminated.
I know it is an exaggeration but that’s how the great plague started (if I am not wrong, because right now, I cannot be sure of anything – with the high fever I have, I’m probably able to invent big chunks of history).
I think I’d better try my hand at writing tomorrow. Today, it seems like a futile exercise. I am too restrained to write anything – I wouldn’t like to read God knows what tomorrow. Who knows what thoughts lurk in my brain right now and once put in writing, it is difficult to take it back.
That’s why I never kept a diary, not even when I was too young and impressionable. At least, that was one thing in which I showed wisdom even at a tender age.
And right now I’m thinking: what is this blog if not a sort of diary? Wow, I simply forgot the golden rule: never put anything in writing that you might come to regret later. That’s something I have to think about tomorrow, for sure.
Till then, have a good day, wherever you are.
Born sometime in the past century, living in the 21st century.
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