Saturday
The day I decided to write a blog my cat was dying.
Why a blog? . Living alone is great. I eat what I want and when I want . I can drink a glass too much of red wine in the evening without censure. I choose the TV program and the DVD. There is no one to talk to. I need to talk. To unload the day. A blog?
Today is a glass too-much red wine day. A celebration? My cat came home from the vet to live another day. Drowning a sorrow? At work I have lost 3 properties to another agent. That in the real estate world of property management is one of the greatest crimes.
“That’s okay” said my shoulder-muse. “The owner’s given them to a new friend.” I want to believe it’s okay but Real Estate is about numbers not reasons and excuses. This has become my fault.
I have read lots of diaries. Some years ago they were my favourite reading and I sought them out. Questions intrigued me. Did the diarists know others would read their work?
One of my favourite diarists is the Reverent Kilvert. I don’t think he believed anyone would read the evening records of his daily existence.
I visited the town of Clyro near Hay-on-Wye where he wrote the diaries. House martins were building under the eves of the house and I imagined myself isolated there in mid-winter where the people in the surrounding hills froze their dead until they could bring them down for burial in the thaw. While they preserved their dead he broke the ice on the water in his bathtub for the morning rinse. Would I have record that fact.
The day was warm and sunny when I was there. A blissful summer’s day with no sign of winter.
There it is my first blog. I will curl up and try to sleep and wonder whether I have a job in the morning.
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2 comments:
That's an interesting question about whether people know other people will read their diaries. It's precisely the reason I hardly write anything in my diaries. My sister pointed out my diary hidden in the wardrobe to my mother when I was round 15. And she promptly misinterpreted my anguished writings, deducing that I had no morals (morals in those days meant sex), had lost my virginity, and was heading for the loony bin. She was right about none of those things. Since then, I've found it hard to write a diary. Make notes sometimes. Then lose the notebook for a while, so the next notes go in another notebook. It's a kind of patchwork account of myself. No-one would find out what I was really thinking about very easily. Instead, I've developed a habit of writing about other people. Maybe it's time to come out of the closet! Dian
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