A metaphorical question (I didn't make a mistake. . I didn't mean rhetorical)
Today my spirit has left me.
I’ve had enough of this lounging around stuff, the one addiction that I failed to mention, actually of course there are more, that also aren’t being accommodated, but the one that I need to mention here, the one that is causing me untold grief today is the addiction that I have to moving!!!
I find it almost impossible to stay in one place not doing anything for more than about an hour. This fact was why my friends and those close to me, family, find it amazing that I can sit for hours on end on the computer either working or feeding my virtual addiction. The reason that I have for this ability to sit then and at no other time, in my house, because I can sit in others’ is because at the time when I am sitting in my study on my main computer I am metaphorically blinkered. Well this is the usual state of affairs any
way. Why aren’t my blinkers working today??
Now that I am not supposed to be moving around and doing things the mess that is my existence has reared its head and bitten me, huge monstrous shark size bites. When I glance, don’t even have to purposefully look blessed as I am with excellent peripheral vision, I see mess in every direction as far as the eyes can scan. (Yes like every good teacher I even have eyes in the back of my head, very useful).
My spirit today is as dull as the weather. On a positive note, and yes all hope isn’t completely lost because there is one, massive positive accomplishment. I have climbed the very last flight of stairs to the summit of my mountain environmental mountain, otherwise known as the laundry room. This expedition was achieved all on my own. Without assistance I managed to put my washing into the machine, take clothes out of said machine and transfer to the dryer then down once again to base camp. In truth I didn’t make it that far because stopped off to write this blog to you.
The other day, when I posted a note on facebook saying that I was now permitted to stand, or go outside for twenty minutes a friend of mine came and bless her heart, because her actions meant so very much to me, arrived at my door, whisked me away to her house, fed me good coffee, scones and chocolate cake and then bought me home again when my need for the toilet was too great to stay longer. Her stairs are m
uch steeper than mine and she wasn’t sure that I would make the journey easily, either that or there was a possibility that I could have invalidated her insurance!!
Digressing but read on because trying to make a valid point. . . . When we were in the car the radio was on. Someone was talking about some research project that they were doing, we felt probably as part of their Doctorate; well the hypothesis in question was Do snails home? Because I imagine that you are thinking that the possibility that I am not serious is high I have added the web address so that if you have a mind you can undertake some research of your own. (http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/features/so-you-want-to-be-a-scientist/experiments/homing-snails/mentor/)
I think this a charming piece of research. I have a lot of time for snails, do wish though that you could put some plant into the garden that would attract snails like no other (like cat nip) they would be so very busy gorging on their particular snail supper that the plants which you were cultivating so lovingly would go untouched. I don’t have the same affection for slugs though I do have to say, I am aware that they are just naked snails and possibly as this is the case are in urgent need of our sympathy but sorry they don’t hold the charm that snails do for me I am afraid.
The idea behind the research is to gather up some ordinary garden snails, paint them in your chosen colour, exchange them with a nearby neighbour and then sit and wait.
Will your snails come home?
How long will it take for your snails to come home?
Will you be happy to see them after they have made the challenging journey necessary to return?
My virtual life isn’t helping me today, isn’t captivating me in a way that it generally does. I have even installed one of the latest factories, for producing tea, on my farm. This hasn’t worked. Solving the problem with my cafe (my waiters took their name literally and refused to serve any customers since yesterday) hasn’t made me feel better.
I feel in the frame of mind to do something emotionally crazy. Message or text a snail that I don’t know very well, or worse contact one that I know well but who is definitely a snail in ‘slug’s clothing!
This is exactly what happened that Saturday morning not so very long ago when I went on a fool’s errand. I realise that I am probably going to have to discuss this madness in more detail but not ready to do that now. Today I wanted to write a blog with fewer words more images, which will be easily achieved because to date neither of my posts have any. The images that I intend to produce will give me something to do anyway!
At this time because walking around is so painful and slow I am extremely venerable, not just for obvious reasons. It would never be a good idea to invite unfamiliar snails into your home, even with your own shell complete with mobile phone tucked neatly out of site because let’s face it moving at a pace fit for a snail would not prevent this snail from getting herself into trouble.
The alternative then is to try and encourage your familiar snail to come home, paint it beautifully, let it know that you care, set it free and then wait. . . . . . . . . . . . .
I should love to send my favourite snail a message encouraging him to make the journey, put little snail signposts pointing out the route of least resistance but that would add a variable, skew the research and that simply wouldn’t do.
Now I simply must be off it's been hours since I sat down to write, time taken to produce, in my humble opinion, very mediocre artwork to accompany this post. My 20 minutes has overrun by hours. . . . BUT one good thing has come of this I haven't as yet even picked up my mobile phone!!
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