Love May. Everything bursting out of the ground fast… especially Jay’s peonies (see pic). It’s definitely my favourite month… anywhere in the world. Here… it’s reliably unreliable.. sun yesterday, showers today. Mark (from Sainsbury’s fish counter – huge blue eyes behind huge magnifying spectacles) spent 7 months on crutches and warns about crutching in the wet… lethal. And that’s the point… imagine if I’d snapped my tendon in September/October….instead I can ‘wander’ about entertaining people (like the workman who laughingly shouted out ‘Oi you! Hop it!’…. before offering me a lift to the butchers)….
The Sainsbury’s staff are fab… but very concerned about my shopping methods in my ‘condition’ … offering to have a member of staff go along with me, or push me in a wheelchair. But I cannot tell you how good I feel when I do something I shouldn’t be doing…like crutching up to the front for communion instead of having it brought to me in the pew….or when I achieve anything I shouldn’t strictly be able to achieve…in fact, truth is, I feel good when I achieve anything… and certainly when I make ‘something’ out of ‘nothing’ …..like with those street finds. What I can’t fully fathom is why I don’t feel the same when I achieve the end of a ‘to do’ list …. any explanations anyone? Not fun, I guess.
An old wire bicycle basket is my next repair task… it was slightly rusting and covered in a disintegrating pvc coating (see pic), which I’ve now scraped off …. not really sure what to do with it…. but I like the idea of giving a fundamentally sound and useful throwaway a new lease of life.