Sunday 01 September, 2013 by Uncle Spike
After watering all the veggies before 7am this morning, I took a rare half an hour off before the laser-like sun blasted over the tops of the mountains; causing the thermometer to have it’s morning cardiac jump – as 25 heads rapidly towards the 40.
Anyway, I grabbed the moment, and sat on the balcony, feet up, mug of decaf coffee, and a good book… I‘m nearing the end of the 3rd book in a trilogy by Campbell Armstrong. Actually, it’s taken me over 14 months I admit, what with a busy year on the farm and plenty of building work, but I will finish soon(ish).
On page 342 of ‘Heat’, I came across a few sentences that got me thinking. I drifted off into that little old dusty area of my subconscious where this week’s Sunday Philosophical Moment occurred.
After being widowed a few years ago, I had time to take stock of my life, where I was at, and where I was heading. I decided it was the right time for me to make a few wholesale changes, and so, I up’d sticks and emigrated. Happily married now with a small person in tow, I now spend much of my life outside in the fresh air, working our small fruit farm by hand, growing most of our own fruit and veggies etc. No more am I confined to that open plan office cubbyhole. No more never-ending schedules full of meetings. No more appraisals, self, staff or otherwise. And yes, on the whole, no more unwanted stress. Ok, so life isn’t perfect, far from it, but who would want that anyway; all sounds very dull and boring…
I still have my computer, but other than that, much of the modern trappings that constituted my old life are all but a dim and distant memory. The pace and inherent laziness of modern western life was something I was glad to leave well behind.
Are we filling our lives with more and more convenience-based humdrum, but very little substance? Makes you think doesn’t it?
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An extract taken from ‘Heat’, by Campbell Armstrong,
published by Corgi books in 1997.
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