Further adventures in Surreality

Well, I am sitting in Jan's garden, working on L's laptop. It's not all that easy, to be honest, as the sun is shining on the screen and making it hard to read.
I was wondering all morning - why am I doing this? What kind of point am I trying to make? After all, it's not as though I'm having a secret tryst with a lover - though maybe I could if I had one to have secret trysts with (dammit, bit of an oversight, there). Maybe Hubby thinks I am, I don't know, he didn't put up any objections, but when I reminded him that I would be staying away overnight, he did seem to have forgotten.
I mean, I'm sure the cats wouldn't really leave home if they were left alone another night. But it seemed like a good reason/excuse to get away.
Which begs the question: why did I want to get away?
Despite Trevor's comments, the atmosphere really isn't that poisonous. Maybe it's just I've been breathing it so long that I'm immune. No, i don't mean that. It's not poisonous at all, just a bit - dead, really.
But it's rather nice being here, knowing that I will be spending the evening and night, and most of tomorrow, probably, by myself, with no one to answer to. Well, except Jan's two cats, of course (brother and sister to my little one).
Originally she asked me to do it for the whole month she is going to be away in the States. And it seemed like a wonderful, tempting idea... but I didn't think I could. It would just seem too weird. So I suggested that my daughter and boyfriend might do it instead. And now they've gone away for the weekend, so I stepped into the breach. Just for a weekend, the neighbours could have looked after the catas. But I wanted to be here, although I wasn't entirely sure why.
And why am I here, and what benefit am I expecting to get out of it?
After all, I've got loads of work to do, which is what I should be doing now, rather than blogging. I can do my work here, I've brought it with me, though it would probably be less of a hassle doing it from home.
I just need to make contact with myself again. I have had a very surreal month in some ways - not good ones.
So, here I am. Hubby ws very affable this morning, no problems at all. And the guilt kicked in, he hasn't done anything wrong, why can't I just go back to making the most of things, as I've always done, why this longing for change?
Think I'll go and make another cup of tea. Oh my god, making myself a cup of tea just because I feel like it, not because it's the right time for making tea - might even make a piece of toast as well!
Radical.

Abseiling past the windows
On ropes of twisted silver
The busy weavers
Have been hard at work.

Morning mist
Catches the night’s endeavours
Woven through and round the branches,
From tree to house
And back again.

Droplets hang
From every leaf
Suspended in time
And motion.
Waiting for the day
To start.

© Melinda Belynda, 13th September 2008

To anyone who has been listening to me drone on about the show 'An Evening with Cole Porter' which I'm performing in this weekend, just had an email from the producer to say she emailed the Sarah Kennedy show on Radio 2 asking for 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire' to be played on their 'showtime' slot, and apparently it's going to be played tomorrow morning - about 7:15ish - so we might get a plug on national radio!
If you happen to be in the Bedford area this weekend, there are still tickets available, so come along and see me - and my red dress (but only in the second half )- in the flesh!

Nice shots of Paris, too.

My god, I'm really showing my age today

David Soul???
Hah!!!

1 Augustus
2 Liver
3 Kilimanjaro
4 La Spice
5 Trafalgar Square
6 miniature (dwarfed) trees
7 A joey
8 errr dunno,. Sorry
9 Pacific
10 Dunno
11 Dunno (again)
12 South
13 Dunno
14 1912
15 Michaelangelo