Reflections…

Last week there was a welcome chink in the awful weather we have been having. The sun made a stunning comeback and actually came out!A quick inspection of my bonsai revealed the emergence of tiny green buds and the sweetest of cherry blossom on one of them. This inspired me to do a bit of gardening for I am always surprised at this time of year at how much suddenly needs to be done. How can this be, I think, Mother Nature has been asleep for months and the minute she starts to wake up, everything needs tidying up?

Anyway, for a day or two I enjoyed myself. No writing was done; it was like having a mini holiday, sneaked when no one was looking. Sadly, it didn't last long. Soon the rain returned and brought cold cruel winds with it, so it was time to return to the keyboard, which welcomed me back like an old friend.
Mother's Day came and went, a day I'm not too fond of as I haven't been one for a long time now. I need no reminders of that time either, really I don't. But Anita is still very much a mother, surrounded by her offspring, so it is a ritual we solemnly observe, marked by a family get together and dinner for which I had planned a glorious roast, like always. Only to have a plaintive request from youngest grand- daughter, 'Could we possibly have a meat pie?'Well, I don't mind what I cook, and everyone else liked the idea, so it was humble meat pie for Mother's Day dinner.
Not much progress to report on the next book in the series, though I seem to have been doing a lot of work on it. It suddenly occurred to me that at least two of my characters were a bit one-dimensional and could do with more back-story. This involved an awful lot of backtracking, so thank God for the Windows ability to 'find' things, making names, sequences and dates so much easier to find.
Just when I was deep in the swing of things, the printer ran out of black ink, and guess what, every other colour in the box but not one black. Why had I not noticed that before? So no more printing until supplies arrive.

Against my better judgement, I have begun a sort of countdown to my birthday this year. Never thought I would make it this far and it seems significant, probably because fate has been busy conspiring of late to thwart my plan to grow old disgracefully, what with my recent cancer ordeal.
72 years I have been on this planet, years full of all those people and things I have loved and hated, endured and enjoyed, lost and found. Most of them all gone now and barely remembered.
Perhaps that's what is supposed to happen as you get older, things fade away or get forgotten. Can’t help the forgetting though, and before you get the wrong idea, my head is turning into a sieve.