They say (who e’er they be) that when three planets align then it is a sign of something or other. In a purely domestic sense this mystical alignment is more prosaically achieved by a few seemingly unimportant coincidences changing one’s view of life.
For me this occurred recently when three
small, but important elements in my existence were renewed: the brush in my
electric toothbrush; the blades in my razor and a fresh towel. Not important in themselves but a whole new
world of renewed experience when taken together.
One suddenly realizes that one had been
trying to clean one’s teeth with a stunted and splayed array of abused filaments
that had all the cleaning power of a worn down and long dead porcupine; one’s
razor had all the cutting power of a corroded strigl recently unearthed from
some archaeological dig and the less said about the marsh-like consistency of a
towel when one finally decides that one has to walk three steps to a cupboard
containing a plethora of crisp fresh pieces of material to replace the flexible
petri dish that one was using ostensibly to dry oneself.
I never fail to be impressed by how little
it actually takes for a massive change to be effected in day to day living – I
call it the “Tea-Towel Effect” after the fact that tea-towels cost virtually
nothing, but people cling to old ones with passionate intensity until they are
holey and tattered before they can even bring themselves to consider parting
with the pittance to buy a new one and thus transform their lives!
I am considering writing a short monograph
on “The Power of Little Things” and then distributing it to the less fortunate
(most of the world during this crisis) so that they can change their domestic
world even if they cannot afford to eat.
It is the modern take on “bread and circuses” to distract the minds of
those who should be rising up in wrath and fury against the incompetent thieves
who have brought us to this situation of desperation and hopelessness. The thinking would be that with a new tea
towel revolutionizing the look of the kitchen area who could possibly think of
armed rebellion!
Thus, judicious distribution of
interestingly coloured tea-towels and bright new toothbrushes could calm and
distract an enraged crowd at a much cheaper cost than the deployment of police
and water canon!
My continuing frustration with my new
Sports Centre (still unvisited since I joined at Easter!) is about (allegedly)
to be ameliorated by the swimming pool (the only reason I joined) to be opened
on Friday. I have been told this by a
member of the sports centre staff - but I have been living in this country too
long to take an unequivocal statement at face value as if it had truth behind
it! On Friday (my early end) I will make
an effort to visit, for the first time, my new swimming paradise!
I have marked the official beginning of
summer by the purchase of a summer watch.
In honour of my adopted city I have chosen a timepiece with the mark of
Cuesto on it and a flamboyantly wide white leather strap. Unusually for me I have decided on a digital
watch with a display which gives time, day and date. I am assured that it is waterproof and I have
carefully preserved the guarantee which lasts two years against the incursion
of water into the mechanism. Its shape
is a squared off oval with blue and sliver trimmings. I like it, though it has not met with
unalloyed approbation in certain quarters.
Although this is a week shortened by the
delight of a bank holiday on Monday we will all be suitably exhausted by Friday
as if the phantom day of delight we had was just as work orientated as any
other. I suppose that we should consider
ourselves lucky that we didn’t have two days off because, in the odd, contrary
world of teaching, a week shorted by two days is exponentially, ontologically
and existentially longer than any normal week - with the concomitant exhaustion
at the end of the week sufficient to drain pleasure from the succeeding
weekend!
I have noted that I am getting more and
more lax with my writing as day slips by and I think that tomorrow is fine for
the entry. Perhaps the relaxation of
future escape is working its magic on me at the moment and I am going through
some form of release-syndrome lassitude.
This must end. It is part of my concept of twisted professionalism
that things must be as they must be and no minor change (like retirement) can
be allowed to influence the important elements of life like wittering away on
my computer!
Writing must go on!
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