Thursday, June 3, 2010

Air Conditioned Comfort

My dreams of becoming a writer of something worthwhile have, since the UK2010 trip, crashed and burned, with scorched wings trembling on a gritty ground. I have all the physical tools - now and iPad among them - but they all lie dormant save this one currently being used. This dream death has left me a little breathless, with the wind whooshed out of me.

But, you see, it may be a good thing - it may be like growing up. It may seem a yawning hopelessness now, but this loss may lead to some grounding in the present that has been lacking in my psyche. Approaching the workplace with some seriousness now, I am thinking about my job as more important than I have done. There was within a feeling of "just passing through", and now I see that my innate mother-given respect for any task in front of me has stood by me well. This attitude was drilled in me and I am glad of it.

On a domestic note, my spouse has laudably ripped the rug out from under all the living and dining room furniture (well, he did move it all first), exposing quite a nice dark hardwood floor. The rug had been there, we estimate, about 40 years. It appeared so anyway. This deed will completely change how we interact with our living room space in a good way. Also, the air conditioner in my office is up and humming. Let summer come in!

Enough about me. I am reading Robert Hutchinson's "House of Treason" and find it very informative regarding the ill-fated Tudor House of Howard, which brought two queens to be beheaded along with a cast of several men who sojourned in the Tower. Hopefully I will bring together some thoughts about these folks soon.

2 comments:

Su_H said...

Woah! Where did that come from? I never knew the UK could have such an effect a writer's ambition! What happened? :-)

Judy said...

Sorry, Su, I was awash in self pity and almost didn't post this - I have calmed down now and things look a little brighter. My trip to the UK was wonderful, but I felt it only was a taste of what there is to see. I won't be able to take a similar trip for some time.

I wanted to see a few battlefields, but was too sick for a longish day trip. But York itself has so much to offer that I didn't feel cheated. I just had different adventures than I had anticipated. You folks have a beautiful country...