Having just come back from the village fete, I suppose it
would be remiss of me not to commit at least a brief report to the blog.
1) The highlight was the ten minutes during which the Lady
Bella and I were seated at the same time. It’s never happened before and I don’t
suppose it will ever happen again.
2) I spent £10.20, which is only marginally short of the
price of a bottle of scotch in Sainsbury’s. Comparative values are, however, difficult to
argue for or against, so I’ll leave it at that.
3) I tried to do my usual thing of remaining emotionally
apart and observing the process, but there wasn't much to observe. The event
offered a vague air of community harmony, which is commendable but offers
little to remark upon. I even tried not
to remain emotionally apart, but that didn’t get me anywhere either.
4) I got drawn into a discussion on how the community should
address the prospect of future house building in the village. One person agreed
with me, the other didn’t.
5) I met two owls, a European Eagle Owl and an American
Great Horned Owl. The former regarded me with an intensity that didn’t sit
encouragingly with its human’s assertion that ‘in the wild, they’re capable of
killing cows.’
6) I was reminded yet again that I don’t really do ‘polite.’
I do ‘connect’ and ‘not connect.’ In the case of not connecting, politeness is
a useful adjunct for maintaining comfort. Where there is connection, however, politeness
becomes redundant. I suppose I’ll keep on seeking connection, as is my wont, but
where and with whom remains unclear.
Which last point brings me conveniently back to the Lady
Bella. She was a picture of unequivocal loveliness, but well versed in using
the Klingon cloaking device. (Or was it Romulan? I don’t remember, but
whichever it was...) And I know she’s going to read this, but I don’t care. If
a person insists on being beautiful, they must expect a little flack.
So now I return to the real JJ world. The rest of this
evening holds two tantalising prospects at the moment: wash the dishes and
sulk. And then I think I might indulge myself with an extra scotch or two by
way of self-medication.
4 comments:
I think I would have been most drawn to the owls as they're less pretentious than some humans and much more interesting. Sounds like you did an owl act yourself with observing and noticing the feeling or lack of belonging.
In that case, Wendy, I've been doing an owl act all my life.
The two at the fete were certainly magnificent to look at, but I wasn't particularly drawn to them for some reason. I felt they had tame energies, having been born and reared in captivity. I don't feel that way about pets and farm animals, but I somehow expect owls to be untouchable and ungovernable. I would be thrilled if a wild owl let me touch it, of course, because that would really mean something.
I completely understand with what you mean about domestic birds. I volunteer at a wild bird rehab center that works to release birds back into the wild after they've been hurt, etc...and I always have to remind myself that they're wild animals, even though of course I want to touch them. Perhaps there's a wild animal sanctuary that you could volunteer at where you live?
Nope, not as far as I know.
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