A combination of looking at old photos and listening to old music coupled with headspace while paint scraping today had me pondering on how different I am to the 19 year old Nic Ady fell in love with. I don’t think Ady’s changed much really and when I asked him once if he thought I had he said I was pretty much the same. Apparently I’ve always been feisty, stroppy, determined and bloodyminded. I am still all those things, just about different things these days! 😆
So I was thinking, as I sang along to my music and scraped walls about passion, and life, and possessions, and happiness. About what it’s all for, what it all means, why some things matter to some people sometimes and not at all to others. How we change and grow and let go. I have no conclusions or conjured up wisdom to share, just a vague feeling of pondering.
Following some links to something a friend had said on Facebook took me to Simon Dale’s hobbit house which seemed quite fitting given our current plans to build something along such lines. I did some link hoarding, sent a couple to Ady who is still needing inspiring and selling the idea and called him in at one stage to show him some stunning homes. He did agree that spending all our money to live in a box was a crazy idea if we could spend way less and live somewhere quirky, personal, sustainable and gorgeous but still clings to the idea that unless most people are doing something then it probably isn’t the ‘right’ way to do it. Honestly, have our home ed exploits taught him nothing?! Not to mention living in a van for a year!
The kids played upstairs and watched a film. Davies did a lot of drawing and Scarlett came and helped me for a bit. We made a playlist for her on my phone of her favourite songs – that girl has good musical taste 😉 Her top three favourite songs are Mr Blue Sky by ELO, Daydream Believer by the Monkees and Size of a cow by Wonderstuff.
I’ve felt grumpy for much of the day – period, cold with sore throat and sinus headache, really annoying patches and low level Nicface (patches? cleaning products? central heating?) all combine to make me snicketty. We planned to go supermarket shopping right at the end of the day and grab some bargains to keep us going over the next few days but failed to get anything cheap at all so had sausage and mash for dinner with leftover mash and tinned tuna planned for fishcakes for tomorrow with a plan to head out again tomorrow evening in search of yellow label stuff. We’re going to see Rose (not swinger) tomorrow as she wants us to do some fencing for her which will be a cash injection (she said she needs to have it done and would rather pay us to do it than someone else) and the chunk from tenants deposit will at some point find it’s way back to us but that could take weeks. In the meantime we’ve spent all we need to spend for now and just need to live as cheaply as possible.