Category3BT

Based on the Three Beautiful Things project by Clare Law, I try to write about three pleasant things from my day.

3BT – ongoing, accurate, I have a thing for divisors

1. Everyday something changes so every day the walk is different. Today, we taste wood-sorrel and investigate mole hills.

2. Finding this quote in the comments of a fluff article about women with depression: “the sadness that runs under the skin of things, like blood, beginning as a trickle and ending up as a haemorrhage, staining everything.” Wow. (The last paragraph of the otherwise meh article also hit home too.)

3. The 18 newly-filled plant pots can fit perfectly arranged 3×6 on the tray for carrying, and as equally perfectly 2×9 on the water-catching tray in the porch. Deliciously neat.

3BT – wake up routine, office at last, fun warm-up

1. Get up. Wee. Feed cats. Get dressed. Take dog for a walk. Feed dog. Have shower. Get dressed again. Sit with John as he wakes up. Have breakfast.

2. We’re working in our office at last. After months of stagnation, the room has been transformed in the last few weeks and is now beautifully bright and airy. The wide desks seem too big to start with but are quickly filled with paper. At the end of my working day, I put my laptop away and retreat upstairs, able to leave work behind for the first time in four years.

3. They make me laugh so hard and for so long that my lips stick on my gums when my smile finally falls.

3BT – first spring, slick, the answer

1. (I sort-of mentioned this on Clare’s blog the other week but I’ve not mentioned it here yet so…) Where we lived in Leeds, it was green — the lawns of the park, the trees of the woods leading down to the canal — but north facing houses & gardens meant no flowers, no colour, permanent shade. Here, as I walk along the road, there are cheerful spring flowers, vibrant bedding plants, delicate tree blossoms and surprising wild blooms. The cottages with their cottage gardens, hanging baskets against stained black stone. A single red tulip. Next door’s garden spilling out through their front gates. It feels like the first spring in nearly a decade.

2. The pink meat falls heavily to kiss its own reflection in the glossy marinade.

3. It seems so obvious after we try it – why hide awkwardly in the corner when we can float in the middle of the room?

3BT – halo, trunk, indulgence

1. The branches practically invisible, the green buds form a lime halo around the trunk.

2. We sit down on a fallen trunk for a kiss. The sunlight dapples the world around us.

3. We nibble the rich dark biscuits in bed before turning to our books.

3BT – unreal, end of a micro-era, coming together

1) Seen through the binoculars, the silver birch tree’s trunk looks completely flat – stylised flat like the cutscenes in Fable II, but its dangling branches look like a stereogram. We pass the lenses back and forth to both enjoy the optical illusions.

2) I don’t have to go to Bingley. The day is my own.

3) As our dinner cooks in the oven, we bring down armfuls of books from the bedroom to fill the newly fitted shelves in the dining room. It’s disturbingly pleasing to arrange them – in sets where appropriate and by theme elsewhere. The spine colours of the Bloomsbury edition of TC Boyle’s novels and the red of the Vintage press books look wonderful against the purple wall.

Many beautiful things: the last night of the show

1) News of a funny scene backstage slowly spreads throughout the cast and crew – it evolves as it travels and I correct the details to explain how it came about.

2) The crowd hoot, holler and clap at the end. Everyone agrees it was a fantastic performance, the best of the run.

3) The boys sing the drinking song “Fill Ev’ry Glass” louder and more raucously than ever before — in their dressing room after the show is finish. The highwaymen’s leader Macheath – who had been attempting to liven them up all week – exclaims what I’m thinking: “why didn’t you do that on stage?!”

4) K – my fellow tutor – appears backstage after watching the show in the audience and admits she was close to tears by the end. It’s been an exhausting few weeks but I think they were tears of pride not just relief it’s over. They done good.

5) The girls – the queen bees of the class – expand their circle to include me. The nerdy teenager within me is always thrown when this type of thing happens and it takes me a moment to realise it’s ok to join in.

6) I spend most of the after-show party talking to various people about the upcoming election, overjoyed at how politically aware the kids are even though some of them won’t be able to vote for five years.

7) I’d expected it to be just snacks and mostly gone by the time I got there but the food the hosts have laid on is delicious and plentiful – just what I need after a week of sandwiches-for-dinner.

8) They gather around her, the friends of her sons, and tell her it’s alright to cry.