Saturday, 2 February 2019
Seduce me again ...
So the saxophonist went to see the consultant yesterday . We did not talk about it much , when he went out I pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep .
We have been building this new , home based , life brick by brick and much of it is very good .The seductive landscape was consigned to the box marked " happy memories ".
The consultant wrong footed us both . They did tests , scans and in depth questions .
They told him that the only residue from the heart attack and coma are a slight scarring of the heart which will clear in time plus a tendency to misplace the odd word or place name . They told him that he can drive again .
I swore and shook my fist at the new sewing machine , got the hang of it and then made a cover for it and a new tea cosy .
Then I got out the five linen dresses I bought last summer that needed the straps shortened ( I'm shorter than some ) . I have machined them so they swish and don't drag .
So there I will be , swishing out into the seductive landscape again .
I thought I couldn't ask for anymore than the saxophonist back by my side but it seems I got given it anyway .
My spirits soar as I remember the estuaries and seascapes we can inhabit again .
I had seen myself walking slowly , in measured fashion , into the future .
Fuck it . I'm going to sprint down the beach and then brazenly stop and let the saxophonist catch me .