Well, the sun seems to have no intention to call a retreat. Thankfully, my ever so resourceful mother, who pretends to understand these things, is yet again one step ahead. Meaning she has purchased a new bottle of sunblock. Now there's the Nectar of my Paradise. Doesn't seem to prevent a tan from forming though. I am a definite shade darker than I was a couple of weeks ago, and I don't like it one bit. And my hair. I remember a time when it used to be dark. Alas, such fleeting a trickster is the Past!... yeah, it's all faded red-ish brown, with hints of blond streaks...
Anyways, I'm home for a brief checking of emails while my dad fetches something for whatever it is that needs fixing on the island and my baby brother is driving around on his moped or doing cartwheels or something...
I told him I was going to try and do some writing today, at least for an hour, and the effect was immediate, as you wouldn't believe! Frown in place, knees bobbing frantically up and down, hands wringing, and I literally hear the wheels turning inside that busy head of his, he got that anxious at the idea of being left to his own devices for as long as an hour. He's that dependent and restless. I remember being out on that island as a kid, and they had to literally drag me from my fantacy worlds and games in the water or the woods to get me to eat some lunch or go to bed. I would drag myself out of bed in the morning, force down some breakfast, go straight for a swim, and then I wouldn't be seen or heard from for hours -- my mother used to call out my name once in a while to make sure I was still alive, but other than that, I was off somewhere in my "own little world", my brother though, he is completely helpless, can't do anything by himself, has no imaginatiuon, doesn't like toys (well, he's 14, now, but when he was younger he didn't) someone always has to entertain him and keep him busy, or he'll go beserk or something! It's amazing... now, I don't mind playing badminton and darts and board games (except he's a terrible loser as well as winner), swimming and diving and whatever it is we get up to, because I get bored and restless as well, nowadays, but I really need to finish this book, and I'll never get around to it if I have to babysit 24-7.
Tjockis (my cat) is more or less living on the island now. Living in the wild. She's so like me, though. I had another cat, Harry, I got him when I turned five, and he died a couple of years ago at the age of 13, and he was the coolest, calmest, kindest cat you'd ever have met. He couldn't even be bothered to hunt mice or birds or bugs or anything. All he cared about was eating, napping, and cuddling. That's it. He never even liked to play with toys or string or anything as a kitten, he was so lazy, but affectionate. I remember when we went to see the kittens the first time, it was friend of mum who had them, her cat had given birth to three kittens, one black female called Doris, one red male called Sickan and Harry, who was also a red male. (Those are names of three characters from a series of swedish movies, by the way.. so Harry's full name would have been Dynamite Harry. Which was pretty cool, but I still wanted to name him Batman. Overruled.) And the other two were playing around and stuff, not Harry. Someone lifted him up and handed him to me, and he put his claws in the fabric of my shirt and clung to the middle of my chest like he was hugging me, and that was it. Love at first cuddle. Anyways, when were on the island in the summer, he would disappear during the day, and all you had to do to figure out where he was, was to look at the sun... see, what he did, was follow the sun all around the island, and just lie and bask in the warmth, and nap, and then when the sun would set, he'd be by the dock and he'd just take the footpath up to the cottage and go and lie down inside instead. Well, Tjockis, on the other hand... guess what, she lies in the shade. And she stays up late at night with me, and then sometimes she gets these bursts of energy some time after midnight where she runs around, she'll run straight across the room and glide over the floor and crash into the wall, or she'll run across the room and up onto the back of a couch and then jump down, or something.. she's adorable. I can't belive I'm going to move away form her again!
2 comments:
Batman! Dynamite Harry is so much more distinguished.
Yes. But Batman is Batman.
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