My nose feels like an ice brick
My fingers seem to creak
My toes could freeze a lunatic
It’s feeling a mite bit cold here
The heat just seems to leak
Straight out through the timber floorboards
To the breeze blowing beneath
My house is built for summer
Large windows open wide
And the crawl space under the floorboards
Is big enough in which to hide
The walls are made of timber
Thin skinned and clad throughout
So on a cold and breezy winter’s night
It’s time to just plain shiver
I’m feeling a mite bit cold here
In this 12 degree C weather 🙂
I’ve started back at uni
A masters to complete
I could be rather busy
Course deadlines now to meet
This means I won’t be writing
Quite as much as up to now.
I confess the days are all as one
And I no longer know what day I am on.
I have been not quite so as good
Imbiling in some anti-imflamatory red wine.
A slice of cake, my daughter made
A smigen of that caramel sauce
A slither of a tartlet
So I didn’t make the time line
But here’s the thing
I am not stressed
I can choose the day of the test
I just delay a few more days.
People love their granites
And marble countertops
They ooh and ah right over
The pretty coloured rocks.
Get more than they deserve
They’re hard and they tessalate
It’s more than I can bear.
It’s the humble sandstone
With layers of darker sand
That capture my attention
Sedimentary I stand.
This rock is soft and erodes
Quite easily you see
But the bedding planes and contours
Always inspire me.
The colours are more earthy
Muted and clear to see
I love the humble sandstone
Not the sparkly.
My mother was a legend
She did not get distracted
She researched all the families
And created the family tree.
When she was sick and dying
She got a promise from thee
To keep on researching
The rather large family tree,
Some years have past
And time has wasted
No researching have I done
However some elder branches
Have fallen off the family tree
My aim right now is updating
The deaths, births and weddings
So at least when I start researching
I’ll have an updated family tree.
Holidays are over
This is my favourite time of year
The nights are built for snuggling
The days for glorious sun.
The sun is warm yet does not burn
The skies are satisfyingly blue
Clouds rarely mar the air
And rain is never near.
I live outdoors after 9am
I ride and walk and kayak
Anything I can do to explore
The world in which I live in.
Today we road a railway track
And found ourselves in a tunnel
A cool wind blew through the curve
The ground was damp and dark
Not one bit of it, you could see
Notices announced a bat colony
Roosting above the high curved ceiling
There was nought to do but keep peddling
Dory’s song inside my head
Next time I will bring a lamp
Just so I can see what horrors I rode on.
Monday I am back at work
To long for sunshine out the windows
I wonder how many outside classes
I can get my maths students to go on!
A song once sung
“Head West” proclaimed
But what would we find there.
I headed west
Into a desert
Sheoaks and spinifex lived there
But not all wests give the same
And one day I went bushwalking
Endless vistas of mountain ranges
A city’s water supply
Hazy spring afternoons
Gave everything a muted tone.
One west a desert of open plains
One west bands of mountain ranges
What other wests are there out there
Sounds like I have some exploring yet to do.
Day 10 was not so good
But I did not stray too far
A small slice of apple pie
A bit of custard
Now I have to say of apple pie
The fruit was way too sweet
And custard, I did not get much of
My son he helped me there.
Even though I caved to temptation
I am not unhappy with myself
For all in all I’ve eaten most healthy
For the ten days before.
The morning dawns
The birds awake
No other sound to make
The kids are blissfully tuckered out
The house is content in cleaniless
My brain says time to rise
This means today I have the luxury
Of an early morning exercise.
A bird call and a car motor
Compete for making noise
The bird is done quite quickly
The motor fades away
Which will last the distance
Until the end of days?
Day 8 has come
Day 8 has gone
And just the slightest craving
Icecream I wanted
Icecream I drooled
I was very good
I simply distanced myself.
Those windows I have
Looked out of for weeks
Needed a wash clean.
One craving now abated.
I simply cannot remember
How many days I am into my health kick
I am not yet in the double digits
I am, somewhere, I hope past the sixth.
Perhaps it is my seventh day
And things are going surprisingly well
We had the end of term party
No sugar did I partake of.
I ignored the oreo muffins
And the lemon drissle cake
I did not touch the chocolates,
Nor the cranberry crackers and quince paste.
I stuck with the fruit and sushi and a small slice of vegetarian slice
No celebratory end of term wine
Greeted me at the door when I got home.
I did not crave a chocolate
I did not want a drink.
So today I was taken by surprise
When a relative gave me a call.
You see he’s getting married
That is something worth celebrating
But I have spent my life celebrating
With chocolates, wine and sweet cakes
How do you plan to celebrate
When all those things are out?
Guess I will have to be creative
With dinner now tonight.