So far today its been a two-coffee intro to awakening
realities not evident yesterday; & Lorikeets inimitably
in a crowd-rousing debate expressed concerns as to
my responsibilities for spreading sunflower seeds at
places they habituate - and appropriately appending
squawking akin to profuse ‘colloquial’ abuse - just in
case my hearing aids weren’t in; so, having already
had to solve slow water-delivery problems to get the
washing machine functioning normally, I’m piqued in
a manner appropriate to the house-husbanding beat
of rhythms I am supposed to mythically understand -
even Magpie encroachment on Kookaburra territory,
the Hills Hoist clothesline - got a foot in the door; ok,
I agree, there’s a lot more learning and I’ll get into it
but first please give me a wee bit of peace; that 2nd
coffee has a characteristic buzz I’m remembering, if
not revelling in, from back a ways; yeah, olden days
when the pace wasn’t frenetic, and listening to ABC
morning news not a trial by ordeal; then there’s that
other weird explanation of an enlarged ‘supermoon'
being an upbeat to contend with this week …
© 16 November 2016, I. D. Carswell
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