Saturday, 15 October 2016
Autumn energy in the New Age
These past couple of weeks I've been seized by a frenzy of autumn energy. Nothing has been safe. I've ripped through the allotment like a dose of salts. The garden is all ready for winter. The lawn has been reseeded after all those months of football, golf, tennis, cricket, rugby and everything else. People have been told not to go on it until April. I'm not sure they're taking me seriously.
Rooms have been tidied, shelves and bookcases decluttered. I'm on the home straight of two quilts that have been on the go for ever. Knitting has begun again. I need a blanket, fingerless mitts, leg warmers, a cardigan and a poncho. I am trying to be restrained and remember my limits, but on a chilly evening it's easy to get carried away. Ravelry is a wonderful place is it not?
I'm wondering if all this activity is prevarication. Oh, of course it is. I am avoiding the writing course. Not sure why. Fear of failure most likely. But tidy rooms give me a huge happy feeling of satisfaction. The children will tell you, I do so love to have things Neatly Put Away. Neatly! They will thank me one day when they grow up to be neat people themselves.
I found a light sabre on the top of a very tall bookcase during one of my tidying stints. In a careless moment I popped it into the toy box. You have no idea how thrilled the littlest boy was to discover it this evening. The reason why it was on the top of a very tall bookcase came screaming back to me.
We had a nice conversation as he got ready for bed. Something about the Stone Age, I wasn't really following at that point to be honest, you know how it is. He commented that we're now in the Modern Age, then asked me what the New Age was. This caught me out a little. Is there a New Age? Should I know about it? I said, "Perhaps you're thinking of New Age people, a bit like hippies." "What are hippies?" I gave a rough, late-in-the-day, vague definition. "People who care about the planet and don't like chemicals." I couldn't string together any more than that at the time. Really, where to start? He yelled out with glee, "That's us! Dad, we're hippies!" If anyone needs me I'll be casting on a poncho.