I forgive you for puncturing my tyres.
These two works by Louise Bourgeois are right in tune with my feelings these days.
I listened to a great episode of BBC 6 music’s Sound and Vision with Steve McQueen the film director.
Smug feelings on my way to and from classes. Yes! This is really what my commute looks like! (It hasn’t rained yet – ask me how smug I feel when it’s snowing sideways.)
The New Life Episode 2
Son at 07:30 this Monday morning (we moved on Friday, his Dad helped him unpack his clothes on Friday evening, school starts in 40 minutes) : Mum! Where are my underpants?!
Me: go and have your breakfast, I’ll look for them.
Son at 07:52 (still no pants, school starts in 18 minutes) : I think these are OK, I’ve only worn them 3 days.
Me (in the garage, fruitlessly searching the 3000th cardboard box) : éè%%%**-è’-(è&èè-‘è(è&*ù$^llp!!!!!!!!!!
Son at 07:55 : It’s probably OK to go to school without pants, right?
There will be no more apologising for having chosen to live in suburbia.
Last night, just before midnight, cycling along a lane on my way to pick up the oldest from a birthday party, I saw, not one, but two barn owls hunting along the hedges.
They swooped ahead of me, crossing from side to side. I was thrilled to see those ghostly faces.