5,7,5 – 365 18th November 2015
A haiku and a diary entry, every day for a year. OK, not every day, perhaps not even every week, but I’m trying.
I’ve fallen behind on the haiku and diaries. As things build up they become more daunting and my resolve falters. ‘Never mind’, I tell myself, ‘there were gaps already and the days haven’t all been posted in order, just write something’.
Last night, seventy mile an hour winds lashed the Country. Safe in our bed we listen to the roof tiles rattling, the clattering of the letterbox and the occasional base drum thud that has us both sitting up and worried. All the while, Archie and Zapho, the two Jack Russells, sleep on undisturbed – ‘This wind is a thing, just a force of nature, there is no one there’. Perhaps Laila and I should be more doglike and worry less about those things out of our control. I do however draw the line at drinking from the toilet, the dog’s Zen like approach to life is not without its hazards.
In the morning I leave for work in the dark, the ongoing work on our roof and the rebuilding of a chimney seems not to have been undone but the scaffold tower has toppled onto its side and is leaning against the kitchen roof. Come on dogs, how could you not have heard that?
Should we be more dog?
Only live in the moment?
Take things as they come?