Thursday, February 26, 2015

Revisiting the Past

Sorting out the photographs on my external hard drive has me living in the past and tonight I'm back in 2011. I wondered what was happening on this day four years ago and as there is this online diary thing called Nelly's Garden I was able to find out in just a few clicks. It seems I was right here in Springhill after spending a short spell in Drumkeeran looking after Matty.

Things weren't working out exactly as I'd hoped.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

The Cleansing Pow'r

I decided to have a lovely relaxing bath this afternoon. Lots of hot water, lots of bubbles, a towel to keep my hair out of the bubbles and something intellectual to peruse. Heaven. It's wonderful to live in the quiet of the country.

Hark! There's Plum crowing. Never mind. A rooster crowing is part of the country atmosphere. Outside Bert opens up the chainsaw. Never mind. The noise of wood clearance is all part of living on a farm. The back door opens. It's one of Pearlie's carers. It's the singing one. She is singing, at the very top of her voice, “Washed In The Blood Of The Lamb”. She puts the kettle on. Singing away, thumping time on the counter tops as she waits for it to boil.

I lie in my suds. I usually seethe at the Singing Carer but who gives a hoot? I'm home for a little while. Let her sing her hymns. The mad old bat.


Brig said...

Dad & I have been going through his old pictures.
It is strange that we still schedule things around mom, out of habit I suppose, since she is no longer here.
The country is never quiet here.

Nelly said...

I have noticed this about old pictures - as time passes my relationship with them changes. A photograph that seemed important at the time has no significance years afterwards yet a little snap I overlooked or meely glanced at becomes precious and significant. It is all to do with the memories and emotions they trigger. Four years on I think of Matty every day. And Pearlie too. Sometimes It seems as if they haunt me.

Mage said...

What a lovely multi year entry. Thank you.