Bad weather & DIY 

Since I came back from Italy the weather up here in Glasgow has been…not the best, let’s put it this way. It’s not even been raining much, but the wind has been quite strong for a few days, to the point that one of the huge centuries-old white willows in my local park has basically split in half. Definitely not the right weather to take photos of wildflowers, but today it was finally good enough to go out, and I’ve snapped photos until my phone died, so you can expect some new posts in the next days. Yes, I should get a camera, my old one has developed a personality and literally does what it wants regardless of what buttons I’m pressing. 

As I’ve not been able to write much and I’m not the kind of person who just watches TV in my free time, I tackled one of the projects I’ve been looking forward to for a very long time. I had ran out of growing space on the windowsill which enjoys the best sun exposure, so I went to a DIY store, bought wood and a hand saw -luckily I already had paint and varnish- and over the past three days I built myself the perfectly fitting shelving unit I couldn’t find anywhere, all for £20. And although I’m not a carpenter I am quite happy with the final result, which basically quadrupled the space on the windowsill you see behind it, at least for small plants and compact succulents. 

I’m probably prouder than I should, but I hadn’t built something in ages and I was aching for it!

The Forecaster (among other clouds on the horizon)

Severing fingernails, so to, chopped the
toe’s, ate some berries and snuck in a nip
or two. I assert myself, “this drink’s if only
to steal, or seal one last scream,” but,
“decadent’s,” quiet for once; A calm
christened, “collateral,” the parallel plight
and pale ear nigh, if only doors down.

Left to my own devices, I’d imagined
every bad, “thing,” and how they’d
happen; Exact and unlike random
aneurism. So I checked on the plants one
last time. I checked on the only flower,
once again, if only doors down, and one
last time. I abide impatient and remain to
question eternity; This twiddling of thumbs
and silent sliver of sun peeking upon one
and opposing, my alien, “East,” –

I long for my only, “West,” and if only
home, but its love, the other love that locks
my only gate.

And with that I’d lay awake and be, a
guarantee, malcontent, remnant come only
one reminder; A twitch under my right eye
and promised son but days later. So
continued my sequence, my defiance, my
only anything; Come one, “Oh!” and two,
yawped not for Walt, but for me,
“Onward!” awake and in an awkward
avoidance of complacent.

Ensued, were the acts of rebellion, the acts
of life, the acts of desperation in the face of
an already dead incarnation. One day to be
labeled, my suicide, at ends wrought
insurrection and beneath the twin flags,
insomnia added anticipation – Perhaps my
last, should the wolves cull come the hours
next when beds are made, supper’s sooner
cold and once more, the stars are allowed to
sing for someone, for something, else.

     - L.C.


After a not so very nice weekend, we had a very nice Monday and Tuesday. Sunny and good cool temperature. I was glad because I’ve been going walking when I’m done at work. There’s a group of us who are having a challenge of who walks the most steps during the week. So far I’ve been in third and fourth place. I did very well until today. When I left work the sky was very threatening and there was a tornado warning. It started raining heavily for a little while. Thank goodness the storm moved away and nothing happened. Tomorrow is supposed to be nice again but Andrew will have a concert so that’ll be my evening.