Jealous, Not Or Much




Jealous, Not: that was the intended title.
Such wise things I would write; of things you are supposed to want to make your incomplete life connected, of dangerous comparisons pressed upon us.
About how we should not daydream of ‘when’ but look to our hearts and know what it is that we truly wish for, and figure out what can be done to work towards this, figure out what is it that we have all ready that is part of this.
For example, I love outdoor life. I dream of outdoor bathrooms and kitchens. I have a garden. Mr has built a lean-to space, where the loganberries go berserk, with a mouldering work table. This has been stuck with junk, which slowly, slowly I am clearing: an outdoor kitchen will grow from this determination.
A friend has even given us a sink and draining board. It’s propped, waiting.The hose pipe will be our outdoor plumbing. And how splendid it is simply to say, I should like a sink, and there one is!
And while I’m trailing round, putting things in piles for the tip, I noted the primroses from last year, that were sad little slips and now crowd the beds with cheerful flowers. I picked a bowlful to make ice cream, for later.
Our Chap arrived home today, and happened to be in transit with some things he has purchased towards his own dream lifestyle. He has the good fortune that his vocation also earns him stuff called money. He has exchanged some of this money for a projector and a screen. So we had the idea to set it up as an outdoor home cinema.
We watched The Imitation Game, outside, ate crisps, saw stars, got freezing, got wrapped in story and blankets. Dog was a nuisance chasing rats round the shed.
We were too cold for ice cream after that, hot chocolate got made instead. And there were marshmallows.
We are warming up now, feeling like we had an adventure.
If I had to covet anything, it would be adventures: but attitude and ingenuity can make adventures to rival circumstance. Building our garden life from scraps proves that. And when circumstance brings opportunity, we have the mindset to open our arms to it.
My knees are cold and I’m enviously happy.






Comments

D.G. Hudson said…
You make primrose ice cream? That's new to me, but an outdoor place to be in the fresh air is something I like a lot. Our old house had a gorgeous large deck covered and it was my favorite place of the house. Your outside place sounds very nice.
12 April 2015 at 00:24
Geo. said…
Beautiful Earthling you. What a delightful description of happiness. This is why I read your blog, it makes me think out how the best of life works.
12 April 2015 at 08:54
Jo said…
Did you enjoy the movie. I watched it a week ago and was absolutely fascinated. I watched it indoors though, way too cold to sit outside here yet, maybe better this week.
12 April 2015 at 15:04
M.C.V. EGAN said…
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12 April 2015 at 18:50
Lisa Southard said…
Primroses are delicious, not quite perfected the ice cream but having fun getting there. Glad that you appreciate the outside :-)
13 April 2015 at 23:37
Lisa Southard said…
Many hugs and much gratitude, may the best of life always present itself clearly for you :-)
13 April 2015 at 23:39
Lisa Southard said…
Loved the film- I had always been signing things to have Alan Turing recognised as a hero and this film was a fine vindication. Was a bit early for outdoors showing, but the hot chocolate helped!
13 April 2015 at 23:42
Lisa Southard said…
Yes I did and thank you- will be reciprocating a visit after I've caught up on some sleep- namaste Maria :-)
13 April 2015 at 23:44
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