#sareespeak #womenofsareespeak #cotton

#SS 20/2021 #90

Back to my regurgitation-of-life writings.
A full on week.
As always.
Work, Classes, Workshops with some lovely final year optometry students. Office, home visits, long long drives. Long 2 digit km 3 digit minute walks across parks, reserves.
This Post is about Worry. And Buddies.

Took a flexi day off to rejuvenate.

Spent the morning at a doctor’s appointment. Not mine.
Home.
Twiddled my thumbs and gingerly opened laptop.
A quick peek at my emails and calendar.
Which I could have accomplished with my phone.
But phone was on charge as it had been overused, mis-used, ab-used by bored me at the doctor’s.
The peek turned out to be a 2 hour stint of non flexi work.
Realised with a gasp.
Moved from work table to living room.
Got 4 days of laundry folded.
While watching Disney+.
Not put away though.
No.
Piled on one armchair.
Piles.
Of differing heights.
Perched precariously on arms and seat.
It had taken 4 days to journey from guest room which no longer looks like an immaculate guest room with white cotton sheets, and well dusted side tables, sills.
To land on living room floor in front of the TV.
Now the Wait.
For the piles to return to their rooms.
Then their cupboards.
Lunch. Re-re-heated food.
Dental appointment with another family member.

And as I complete this rambling post, in the specialists’ clinic, I think,
I should have written about
Worry. And Buddies.
Probably in my next post.

Draped a simple handloom. A green
mustardy Kanchi cotton. Fresh green striped body, with mustard and gold borders and pallu, gold mangoes on borders. Matching mustard with gold mangoes blouse. A reminder that it still seems like summer, even though it’s autumn.