Friday, 31 March 2006
Sam Not Ben
Another grey poem - I seem to be in a grey poem mood even though we have had two bright sunshine-y days since the last grey day.
Maybe grey days are more poetic?
Son no.2 and K. left for home today. I miss their energy and warmth. They were great company. They got a ride through to Christchurch and we shouted them a bus-ride from there to the ferry in Picton tomorrow. No hitching and sleeping on bark chips for the return trip!
I had a full day's work today at a kindy. What a wimp I am - I don't like working full days. I miss my home! :( I miss the long, leisurely spaces between things when I'm at home - the dawdling as I make myself a cup of tea. The sleep-ins to read. Blogging in my pjs!
At 'work-world', things zoom and zip and I get told to do things, whereas at home I'm the only one telling myself to do things. And I'm a pretty good boss.
Now that the days are getting shorter, if I get called into a full-day's work I leave home just after the sun has risen and arrive home just before it sets. This makes me feel like I've missed a whole lot of daylight stuff that was going on around my home while I was away. The fantails and the waxeyes feeding on insects and berries; the sound of the bellbird doing its rounds. The flop and flutter of a fat orange-and-black monarch butterfly. The cats stretching after their nap on bed or chair - Aggie sitting up on her haunches like a rabbit, paws bent in front of her chest, as she tracks the flight of a blackbird. All that.
I said I was a wimp.
I shouldn't complain. The money's nice. I can buy books and cds again. The kids are very cute and good. (I can still see the solemn little guy who looked at me with his dark-brown eyes for a full six seconds before saying, "My name's not Ben, my name is Sam.")
Our clock has just chimed midnight. Time for bed, it's tomorrow already - Saturday - April Fool's Day, The sooner I get to bed the sooner I can get up again and do some long-overdue poetry writing. I wonder if I still remember how?