Natures a Bastard
The weather here is as confused as I am. We have two Chinese Tallows, one looks like the rats have attacked it and the other looks like it’s trying desperately to hold onto it’s leaves.
These last few weeks we had cool weather, a welcome change, short lived though it was. Foolishly we thought, at last relief. We excitedly bought up autumn fashion, window-shopped, noses glued to the windows on Tuesdays to see the fashion being released from its white plastic bags. Already tagged, just a change of hangers to be completed from wire to wooden then transferred to the stores fancy rails.
The mannequins in the window change regularly and swiftly, passers-by walk just that little bit slower as they rush around finishing other chores. I for one, have half an eye on my favourite window, reminding myself to come back and see what else they have as all the new stock for the week won’t fit in the window. Your heart does an excited beat, sad but true.
For pity sake though, here we are a week later and it’s hitting 40, we got sucked in my friends, got to comfortable and excited, life’s a bitch.
Disappearing Make up
This week, we are living in a volcano, you daren’t brush your hand across your brow, as you will no doubt remove your pencilled in eyebrows, a tissue patted to the face will take away the perspiration and the rest of your makeup. That face powder you carefully applied in the morning to cover and disguise the cracks, blemishes, freckles, and sunspots, gone my friends gone. The real me is exposed.
As the afternoon approaches, you have depending on your work been in and out of the car seeing students, clients, whatever. Well, I did till last week, however, through sheer greed, stupidity and ego, that viable business is now gone and my job with it. Someone sucked that baby dry.
Moving on, pulling down the cars visor to check the state you are in, you touch up your lipstick, carefully fill in within the boundaries of your lipstick pencil, minimising the lipstick bleeds. Then glancing around your eyes, hoping your eyeliner doesn’t leave you mimicking a panda bear.
This week will have us feeling like we have stepped into a fire, the garden signalling the appalling position we have encumbered on her. The bushes leaves that have just recovered are once again burnt, the plastic fantastic grass burns the souls of your feet, should you be foolish enough to go bare foot.
Not so small stuff
Small stuff really especially as I reflect on the 10 year old girl living in one of our communities in our north who committed suicide. I know abuse, possibly rape and more happened to this little girl. Her sister also suicided, when will it change, I ask myself. The story was in the paper last week, and on the news, only hinting at what went on. Perhaps I tuned out as I didn’t want to comprehend the horror. Now a week or so later, that story has faded into newsprint fodder.
The story is refusing to fade from my thoughts though.