Sweeping Clean the Corners

Granny’s Porch, where she and I shelled peas, sitting on wooden kitchen chairs, after picking them from the garden down the road. How sweet the peas tasted; I still love peas.
Grannysporch

Sleep has been catching up with me; last night’s deep, sound sleep was very welcome.

Life is very quiet at the moment. So quiet that the passing of the road grater is a big event! It certainly is a noisy event. The weekend approaches, and by the end of today the SUVs will be teeming along the roads at breakneck speed, heading for their “wilderness” sanctuaries. The relentless hum of motors will fill the backspaces of sound, as the big boats dart hither and thither across the waterways, going nowhere in particular.

There is no current interest from buyers, in our country house (the conditional offer fell through). There is no news from the township, about an access permit for the camp. Those are the big ticket items on time and money, in our lives at the moment, and both seem dormant. They will both require a continued investment in my least favourite activity… waiting.

Mist is celebrating life by sleeping away most of the day, and much of the night. Her favourite times of the day are first thing in the morning, just after we awaken, and last thing in the evening, as we sit on the sofa chatting before sleep claims us all. She sits quietly every morning, waiting for her milk bowl to be filled, the blinds to be opened, the food dish to be topped up, and all the water bowls to be filled. In the evening she sits between Attila and I on the sofa. She turns her head toward Attila, expecting and receiving an affectionate pet, then she turns her head toward me, expecting and receiving three little whistle blows near her ears, three little puffs of air and a hint of sound for her deaf ears. Her purring becomes deeper and louder as the she turns from one of us to the other, over and over, until she curls up in that warm space between us, and sleeps, still purring.

So the days pass. Attila works, long hours, hard hours. I clean, work on my digital projects, research possibilities on the internet, cook, get through the long inactive hours with a minimum of discomfort.

This morning the music of Hildegard von Bingen fills the empty space left when the road grater has slowly moved on to smooth the surfaces of other byways.

I has been raining now for several days. Today the humidity is a miserable 90%. We thought the mosquitoes were wicked bad last Sunday at the camp, but Attila says they are worse now. I watch from behind the blessed screens that allow the fresh air in, and keep the minuscule marauders out.

I am thinking about lists this morning. I need lists to keep my interest in the physical world going. It would be effortless for me to drift away, in my thoughts, visiting my internal worlds that are so rich, so enticing. I do enjoy the physical plane, but it cannot hold my interest for very long. If I have a list of things to do, then I can tie my balloon to it, check off the items as they are accomplished, and still flutter in the breeze of lateral thinking. It has always been this way. I am more aware that it is not like this for everyone, now that I am older.

With all this time alone, there are moments when discouragement creeps into the way of the world. Progress has been made of course, over the years, as despair seems to have been permanently routed. Having made it into my senior years, I feel that in doing so I have accomplished much, making despair redundant in my life. Discouragement though, keeps accumulating, unseen in unused corners of my mind, until suddenly it seems to overtake the known world. It needs constant, regular housekeeping, does discouragement. Like the doing of dishes, the making of beds, and the brushing of teeth, the sweeping out of discouragement needs doing on a regular basis. All is clear for the moment!

Worldly Distractions

Weather

15°C
Date: 10:43 AM EDT Friday 13 June 2014
Condition: Cloudy
Pressure: 100.8 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 15.1°C
Dewpoint: 13.6°C
Humidity: 90%
Wind: W 8 km/h

Quote

“If I find 10,000 ways something won’t work, I haven’t failed. I am not discouraged, because every wrong attempt discarded is another step forward.”
Thomas A. Edison (1847 – 1931)

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7 Responses to Sweeping Clean the Corners

  1. Bex says:

    Now I may have missed something, but I thought you had an offer on the house??? What happened to that?

    xxxx

  2. Maggie says:

    Bex, the buyer could not qualify for financing, and so the deal fell through. He was more disappointed than we were, apparently he loves this house.

    Personally, i think this house is perfect for him, and perhaps the universe will conspire to assist him in purchasing the house at some future date. Funny old world!

  3. Maggie says:

    I just looked back at my entries, and could it be… I haven’t mentioned that the conditional offer to purchase the house fell apart… goodness! It did seem too good to be true, such a great offer right away, so soon after we put the house on the market. But one never knows with these things. The pool of buyers has shrunk with new restrictions on mortgages, at the banks. But still, no matter how it is analyzed, when the universe leads the right person to this house, the sale will take place.

    We just have to wait… and might even have to try again next summer… or the next…

  4. Bex says:

    I’ve just re-re-watched “Miss Potter” (yes for the 3rd time) and the scene when Beatrix walks down the path to Hill Top Farm with Mr. Heelis to view the property for sale, every time I have a sudden catch in my breath/throat and tears well up in my eyes, when she says “it perrrrr-fect!” – and it was. I do hope your home gets sold to just the perfect person(s)… it’s funny how the Universe works that way.

  5. Maggie says:

    Thanks Bex, the perfect person has yet to discover their dream! We are keeping it in good working order, this house, while it waits its new resident to discover it.

    I have watched “Miss Potter” several times as well, what a lovely film it is!

  6. TopsyTurvy says:

    I’m sorry that discouragement is visiting you, Maggie. I’ve had my times with that too, though they’ve lessened greatly now that stepdaughter doesn’t live with us anymore. We don’t have much money while waiting for bonus season to begin with DH’s pay but I’m making my lists, too. Lists of items I want to get for our house. Lists of things I want to do to the house. Thank goodness the dreams are not so far from possibly beginning some of these challenges, so I haven’t had reason to be discouraged over them.

    Hope you and Attila have a lovely weekend together and that you have a chance for some face-to-face time with some of the more benevolent locals.

  7. Maggie says:

    Hope that you have a great weekend TopsyTurvy. I think you have it right, it is good to dream about what is possible!