Sunday 4 December 2011
Waking Up
Each morning, after waking up and having let existence slowly seep into my being, I strech out my arm and slide open the one curtain I can reach from my bed. Then I sink back onto my cushion and stare for a long time at the tree next to my window, and I notice that the little yellow leaves have once again reduced in number overnight, giving way to the skimpy black branches more and more. Then my eyes fall on the corpse of a bee that has been laying on my windowsill for weeks now… a small but monumental mummy, covered in an ever thicker bluish layer of dust. Little bugger, I think... lying there, being dead, ruining for me another day that has yet to start. My eyes travel back to the tree and the white drops of water on the window pane. The quivering leaves are buzzing in the frame, like butterflies caught in a windshield wiper on the highway. Small fields of colour against the frantic black lines.
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"like butterflies caught in a windshield wiper on the highway." Oh, brother, let us curse the morning together, that harbinger of nothing good. Great post!
ReplyDeleteUF Mike
That bee had it comin'. We all have it comin'.
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A very good morning to everybody! Rise and shine!
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You are my sunshines! Thanks for reacting all. And Jan Martin... tomorrow the curtain stays shut I think as to not see the last of the leaves plummet to their deaths. Ha ha. No, in fact, I really like the winter and bare trees: they can't fall quickly enough for me. Monty Python's way suited me just fine. 'Get on with it... Get ON with it!' I say to the tree each day.
ReplyDeleteWaking up is easy for me. The black of day is no more or less objectionable to me than the black of night.
ReplyDelete~Dave
There you go, Dave, that's the secret of life: just getting on with it. 'The black of day' is a keeper.
ReplyDeleteOh my God, you guys! Get yourself a cleaning lady, Martijn, if you can`t bury that little bee corpse alone, and hang up a bright poster on your wall, and turn on the music, and hop out of bed with a tune on your lips!
ReplyDeleteGet on with it, right, but change the world!
I know you must hate my confidence and cheerfulness and my kicking at your self-pity, but that`s what comments are for, commenting, right?
I don't hate your confidence at all, nor your cheerfulness. I envy it a little, but enjoy it even more. Your comments are móre than welcome: they are needed. I was a little depressed earlier, with being fired and lied to and betrayed, but then I got over it (all) and felt very powerful again. (But what good would a happy post do, I wonder? If you like, perhaps I can try... )
ReplyDeleteThis morning I got out at 7 o'clock! I had to: the demolition crew would be there to tear down my entire bathroom. As we speak, they're drilling out all the tiles and the floor. It's like a Bunker under attack here. If all goes well, the new bathroom will inspire me to shower and start the day all clean and nice-smelling. And the tree has lost all its leaves, so all is quiet now. A Cleaning Lady! Capital Idea!!! Hey Angela!
See? And yes, try a happy post once. Getting a new bathroom interior is a great beginning. You`ll surely think of more!
ReplyDeleteHey Martijn!
ReplyDeleteI was feeling terribly gloomy during the last few weeks, until yesterday I had an appointment with my alternative practitioner who put me back on the right track - luckily enough, for today I have met with Mike here in Hamburg, and he drank coffee and I drank Coke and we had a whale of a laugh. He's such a great guy! But what am I telling you, you know that already.
And now: Stick it out!
Take care! Yours, Jan (ein miserabler Hurensohn)
That is truly fantastic and heartwarming: when the fantasy people meet in actual fact. I can hardly wrap my head around it (I really can't!). Thanks Jan, for telling me about Das Treffen.
ReplyDeleteWeenie weenie weenie! Ha ha.
Sorry for being so insensitive. You said you were feeling gloomy and I didn't pick up on that. Sorry too for the Gloom, that was a fucking shame, Jan Martin. I have no words of encouragement at the moment, but I am glad you were put on the right track by your shaman and Mike. Hugs!
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Oi, Martijn! No problem, everything's alright again - as far as "alright" can go. Yeah, she's kind of voodoo, although she looks rather like a regular nice elderly lady. Which in fact she is.
ReplyDeleteHugs right back to you, m'friend!
'She' is solving everything. If only I was able to write a thing every day. On my my former, I was able to post almost every other day, but on this one I am not. Some Spell! (I am not kidding... ). But only wait!
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