Well today I got back up on the ladder after the fall in January. It wasn't too bad, I felt no vertigo, no need concern, though I am now beginning to realise my daughter thinks I am getting a bit doddery since she asked Diane to watch out for me because we didn't want to have another six months like the last. I am just surprised she didn't insist on a skype supervision herself. Is this what its going to be like for the next 20 or so years? Nah, there is still some blood pumping round yet, lots to do and see, yet. Today I read an interesting poem by Jack Gilbert called Failing and Flying, to be honest I wasn't overwhelmed by it, I found it a wee bit humdrum, but it ended with the lines:
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.
And I rather like that idea and In will stick with it - I was not failing as I fell of the ladder -I had just completed my task... It is absolutely chucking it down outside and it has been dark all day - what a day for a bank holiday, time for some music - I was thinking about downloading this album from iTunes, and then I saw I already had it, goodness, how we forget stuff - let it rain:
