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- Jul 31, 2018
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Today was a good day.
I collected my shopping. I repotted some plants in the yarden.
Then I went for a walk, the usual route around the neighbourhood looking for whatever might turn up.
Scavenging!
I found a square of decking planks held together by noggins, a bagful of blackberries and some spearmint.
After lunch, I dug out an oak sapling from the spare lot behind my house and sawed off the delinquent willow offshoots to open up the plot a little.
The oak got planted in the back field and the willow got chopped into bits and I saved two staves just cuz I like whittling.
I added the blackberries and spearmint to my evening pudding, along with peaches and yoghurt.
After tea, I opened a bottle of wine. I really shouldn't, but fuckit. I then took part in some mildly drunk gardening, trimming a couple of bushes so they can be underplanted with alpines and organising the repotted shrubs on the boundary wall, along with the scavenged decking square used as a stabilising thang to hold things in place in the wind.
Cool cuz.
So...
Today was a good day.
Two neighbours even thanked me for cleaning up the spare land. I was shocked. Shocked that it had been left to become derelict. Shocked that anyone thought it was odd and worthy of thanks to clean it up.
Why do we all let things go to shit?
Well, because life gets in the way. A home, a job, a family...it's too easy to forget. Any number of bad experiences too.
Too easy to just oik all the shit out the back and screw it, because don't we have enough to worry about?
Yes, we do.
But nothing is forgotten.
Nothing is ever forgotten.
All that shit you thought you'd conveniently shunted into provisional discard (that's the archaeological name for the secondary context btw), well, it's still there. It doesn't go away and it sits there and gets built upon.
And that makes for a shakey foundation.
That goes for the stuff out the back of the house and the shit buried in our minds too.
I'm starting from the ground up, after thirty years of neglect and ignorance. I'll most likely fail. Hahaha hahaha! Who care? Brilliant!
Tomorrow, gods willing, I will dig out the weeds on the spare land and prepare it for planting. Too long and too may weeds. Still, maybe something of value can be recovered in such a folorn little place.
A year ago I was dying, abandoned and alone, in physical pain and starving to death. Suicide was my only hope to stop the suffering.
Somehow I survived, I don't know how.
Now I face an uncertain future and I have no great expectations. I expect no cure, no answer, I've given up on answers. I try to accept a life I never thought I could accept.
The world moves on and I move on with it.
Tomorrow is uncertain and a little frightening, but today was a good day.
And I will fucking take that.
I collected my shopping. I repotted some plants in the yarden.
Then I went for a walk, the usual route around the neighbourhood looking for whatever might turn up.
Scavenging!
I found a square of decking planks held together by noggins, a bagful of blackberries and some spearmint.
After lunch, I dug out an oak sapling from the spare lot behind my house and sawed off the delinquent willow offshoots to open up the plot a little.
The oak got planted in the back field and the willow got chopped into bits and I saved two staves just cuz I like whittling.
I added the blackberries and spearmint to my evening pudding, along with peaches and yoghurt.
After tea, I opened a bottle of wine. I really shouldn't, but fuckit. I then took part in some mildly drunk gardening, trimming a couple of bushes so they can be underplanted with alpines and organising the repotted shrubs on the boundary wall, along with the scavenged decking square used as a stabilising thang to hold things in place in the wind.
Cool cuz.
So...
Today was a good day.
Two neighbours even thanked me for cleaning up the spare land. I was shocked. Shocked that it had been left to become derelict. Shocked that anyone thought it was odd and worthy of thanks to clean it up.
Why do we all let things go to shit?
Well, because life gets in the way. A home, a job, a family...it's too easy to forget. Any number of bad experiences too.
Too easy to just oik all the shit out the back and screw it, because don't we have enough to worry about?
Yes, we do.
But nothing is forgotten.
Nothing is ever forgotten.
All that shit you thought you'd conveniently shunted into provisional discard (that's the archaeological name for the secondary context btw), well, it's still there. It doesn't go away and it sits there and gets built upon.
And that makes for a shakey foundation.
That goes for the stuff out the back of the house and the shit buried in our minds too.
I'm starting from the ground up, after thirty years of neglect and ignorance. I'll most likely fail. Hahaha hahaha! Who care? Brilliant!
Tomorrow, gods willing, I will dig out the weeds on the spare land and prepare it for planting. Too long and too may weeds. Still, maybe something of value can be recovered in such a folorn little place.
A year ago I was dying, abandoned and alone, in physical pain and starving to death. Suicide was my only hope to stop the suffering.
Somehow I survived, I don't know how.
Now I face an uncertain future and I have no great expectations. I expect no cure, no answer, I've given up on answers. I try to accept a life I never thought I could accept.
The world moves on and I move on with it.
Tomorrow is uncertain and a little frightening, but today was a good day.
And I will fucking take that.