Every so often, when I’m feeling poorly, I ask myself how the bloody hell I manage to get through the worst days … when every sense is surrounded by a miasma of pain, every movement is weighed against how much energy it would take to overcome the physical resistance to voluntarily walking into that inferno?
When all the drugs do is push the pain away so that, although I don’t care so much, I can still feel it? … there’s no magic, (unless it’s the magic of sheer stubbornness) it’s all about the passage of time.
One minute flows into another, an hour passes, perhaps even a day or two.
The dark of the night fades and I unlock my weariness, stick my feet out from under the bedcovers, and stand up again.
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Had to have a bit of a chuckle to myself at Spring Equinox … last year (2022) seemed to go on forever, (and we shan’t ever mention the preceding two, ever) but 2023 seems to be galloping along at a breathtaking rate of knots.
Is it just me?
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I’d finished vacuuming, and as I was putting the infernal machine/appliance back in its cupboard I sensed an eerie presence emanating from the darkness within. A cold shiver wormed its way down my spine.
Malevolence lurked among the musty old coats and dusty boxes filled with best-forgotten memories.
I wondered, in that strange moment, suspended between washing dishes and preparing dinner, do vacuum cleaners, in their lonely isolation between being let out to serve their creators, dream of world domination?
( apologies to Mr Philip K Dick, for taking liberties with the title of his rather intriguing story, (they’re all intriguing actually) ‘Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep’, which, incidentally, became the basis for the Blade Runner movie.
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There are more and more birds flitting about, and soaring across the skies as it slowly warms up now.
It’s not ‘warm’, yet though. We’re still hitting double frozen digits of temperature at night, (and the snow is still piled up in measurable meters, all around me) and I haven’t seen the thermometer get above 5° during the day yet … but the birds have things to do and, well, t’is Spring after all.
Widdershins Worlds 
Yes the vacuum cleaners dream of pushing us around…
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Exactly! 😀
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I still wonder how the birds survive – and don’t freeze solid.
How are you dealing with ALL THAT SNOW?
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I wonder if they’re like ducks/geese/penguins, who have some sort of organic ‘anti-freeze’ for their feet?
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No clue.
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I’m adding a new computer – my comments may be messed up for a while.
How are you dealing with all that snow?
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Thankfully the paths we/I so labourously kept free-ish of new snow are clear enough that I can see bits of grass poking out through the ice-sheets. The rest? It’s become just another landscape. You know us humans, we can get used to about anything. 🙂 … It’s slowly melting. I’m taking a photo per day of a couple of locations, that I’ll edit together into a bit of a ‘snow-melting’ video once it’s all gone – just to remind myself that it was really here.
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Wow – will look forward to the record of your efforts!
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Galloping at breakneck speed, yes. I’m convinced that time really is speeding up, and that’s why we perceive it so. Amazing it’s nearly April. What??
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I’m fairly certain the Earth is currently travelling through a warp in space/time and in reality it’s still only the 1st February! 😀
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Right? 😀
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Somethings really do suck don’t they? I just love being a visitor to your mind…
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You’re welcome to visit anytime. 🙂
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I remember Colin Thiele reading a poem he had written about a rebellion of lawn mowers on an otherwise quiet Sunday afternoon. I have never been able to find it again but I can imagine them plotting and planning!
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Especially those self-perambulating mowers. 😀
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Personal observation suggests to me that time and space are far from linear. Well I remember a vacuum cleaner of my late aunt’s acquaintance. It was pale banana yellow, near spherical, and was supposed to raise itself on a cushion of exhaust air in the manner of a hovercraft. Useless thing, but it would have made a good centrepiece for a new religion. Plug it in on the altar for the priest’s Responses, hose and attachments flailing agin the stained glass, reaching out for those donated fives, tens, and twenties…
They tell us that pain is a developed response to make us take our hands out of the flame and to run away when bitten by the Jabberwock but I don’t believe it for a second. Nature’s brutally economical in all things, and pain goes far beyond what would be needed for a safety or healing mechanism.
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Agreed. Ma Nature dropped the pain-ball, big time. 🙂
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I’m with you on pain relief. I hope you don’t suffer too much
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Some days suck, there’s no doubt about that, but most days it’s managable. 🙂
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I wish I could say something to make things better. Maybe some sunshine will do the trick. I know you love snow, but perhaps there’s still some Aussie in there too, kicking and screaming at the absence of sun and warmth. Hang in there. -hugs-
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Thanks, Meeks … we’re having a string of glorious sunny days at the moment with that brilliant blue sky that just makes me smile every time I see it – quite the colour palette with the brilliant white snow everywhere. Quite taken with it, I am. 🙂
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lol – you sound better already! Brilliant sunshine after a cold night here too. It’s lovely.
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