Closing Doors

Sense of change right now. Friends having their lives upturned, some dealing with divorce or illness, one facing the demise of their partner. Much happening that is sombre or painful.

For us? Not hard really though that tone plays throughout, that sense of change coming, perhaps slow, perhaps not. Looking at the cats, recognising the inevitable, which is just my code for yes but not yet. I am Miss Instant Gratification, if it isn't happening now, it isn't really happening. This gets me into a lot of trouble, but it also stops me from catastrophising - mostly.

Mostly. Ten minutes ago I heard the most devastating thud from upstairs, and ran to it, thinking R had fainted or worse. It was almost nothing, an accident befalling my bit of plaster from Egypt, bought when I was there long ago. I called him Ramose of Thebes, and made up stories about him. The window in that bedroom was open and the wind blew him right off his shelf. Ramose is damaged, but he's been that way for decades, still cheerful, now residing in the safety of the front room.



I hope he's not trying to tell me I should return to Egypt, even though I should definitely return to Egypt. But Ramose, there are so many other places to see! And it won't be the same, nothing ever is, which is why I am so much better at going than coming back.