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Same Old Same Old

Every day starts the same, same old stuff to get out of bed to.

Same old effort to justify myself to myself, to occupy myself – my time, hands, part of my brain that doesn’t need to be taxed too much. Just ‘do’ it, whatever ‘it’ is, get on with it. Going through the same old pointless motions. Trying to manage the thoughts in my head. Trying to drag out words from the back of my brain, words that never add up to anything, words that no one wants to read. Piling them up inside my computer, words upon sentences upon paragraphs and on and on, words that might last forever out in cyberspace but will never be consigned to ink on paper.

Trying not to think.

But when there is something else to do, something else I need to do, or feel I ‘should’ do, it’s even worse. Then I panic, because I don’t want to be dragged out into the world.

What a sorry specimen I am.

Yesterday I knew to expect a parcel delivery. But I ate breakfast in the garden anyway. And when I came inside there was a note through the door from UPS saying they were sorry they’d missed me, but the parcel is now at Costcutter on Such-and-such street, and if I don’t collect it within ten days it will be returned to the sender. Bugger.

It’s a big heavy parcel, too. So I’ll have to take the car – I had a similar one last year and tried walking with it, and wished I hadn’t. But the car hasn’t moved since I got it back from its MOT right at the start of lockdown, in late March. What if it doesn’t start? Then I’ll have to call the guys from the garage. When can I pick up the parcel? Not till tomorrow (ie, today now). I couldn’t spend 24 hours worrying about whether or not the car would start. So I had to drive it somewhere.

That took effort. But it did start. Which was a relief, because what if it hadn’t, and I had to go through the same conversation with the garage guys that I have every spring about the van (which as far as I know is still immobile. I spoke to them about the MOT a couple of weeks ago, and they confirmed that it doesn’t need to be done now till December, but although there are two sets of keys, and they have one from when I asked them to get it going pre-lockdown, and I have the other, I can’t get into it because they have the only one for the garage.)

But the car started. And I drove it about the back streets for a while, but all the roads are a mess because they’re laying 5g cables everywhere. So today I will have to think of a different route to go and collect my parcel.

And for this I’m getting wound up. I am a wreck.

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One Day

Second poem from yesterday, as mentioned last night on Facebook – written yesterday evening just before I went to bed (I’d had a night cap of Becherovka with my hot chocolate, and was quite merry).

One day I’ll leave this house,
walk to the bus stop,
catch a train to the city,
or anywhere else,
under the sea,
and into the sunrise.

Or go like a snail,
with my home on my back,
to the forest, or the marshes,
or into the sunset.
To friends, and memories, and new beginnings,
talking and laughing and dancing and singing.

But today I am here,
and here is my home.

Linda Rushby 19 June 2020

What follows is a few lines I jotted into my notebook after I got into bed – they’d popped into my head as I was getting ready for bed, and sort of follow on, but are a bit different. It was actually after midnight at the time, so I added today’s date.

While there are:
Books left to read.
Words left to write.
Waves to listen to.
Gulls to fly over me.
Songs left to sing.
Wine left to drink.
Places to return to.
New ones to find.
I am glad to be here.

Linda Rushby 20 June 2020
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Camper Van Woes – (and) an Epic Saga

Yesterday I called the garage because my camper van is due for its MOT on 18th June. They told me I didn’t need to get it done – I said I’d been told the grace period for MOTs stopped at the end of May. He’s going to check and get back to me.

They’ve still got the keys, because I tried to start it in March and couldn’t, so I dropped the keys round for them to look at it. He said yesterday that they’d done that, but they hadn’t told me – not that I could have done anything, because it was in that week when the lockdown started. I normally disconnect the battery when it’s standing over winter, but they put a new one in last autumn and the nut was screwed up too tight for me to turn it.

He’s going to find out about the MOT and call me back today.

I went on the camping club website to find out when the campsites will be opening – I’m assuming July. I checked the two sites I use most often to see if I could book, there was nothing to say I couldn’t, on the booking page it just said ‘click on the calendar’, but I tried that both times and nothing happened – I don’t know if that was because the links weren’t there or just because my wifi is so poor.

What are the campsites going to be like anyway? If I could find somewhere that’s guaranteed to be quiet it would be okay, but I don’t want to go anywhere that’s rammed with people. I haven’t even used my car since it was MOTed in March. I could take the van out for picnics rather than overnight stays, but I’m not sure where. It feels like it might make sense just to leave it in the garage for a while, maybe even SORN it, and get the MOT done when I’m ready to use it again.

I do wonder how I’m going to organise my life when things open up a bit more. It’s a strange world out there. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t make plans at the best of times. Euphoria, existential despair, or what-shall-I-have-for-dinner? (Good question – probably leftover curry and rice.) Zoom tai chi this evening – if the sound works – it didn’t last week, I struggled to follow it, but if that happens again I won’t bother.

Been listening to ‘Tumanbay’ on BBC Sounds, an epic saga set in an imaginary middle-eastern country – 1001 Nights without the magic but with lots of intrigue, spies, deception and violence. Radio 4 is currently broadcasting series 4, but I discovered it in 2017 when series 2 was being broadcast, didn’t think it was my kind of thing at first, but when I went back to series 1 it made more sense and I got hooked. I’ve spent the last two days binge-listening to series1 again, now I’m looking forward to the rest.