Well, it's the last night of 2011, a strange year all around with both good things and bad things personally, for the people I live and work with, but also for the world as a whole. The Mayans predicted the end of the world at the end of 2012, but I'm not so sure that the end of the world will come...I'm hoping more for big change in the world (which could signal the end of the world for the '1%' as they are known). So we will see...
For tonight though I have been cooking a four course meal for myself and my fiancee. We started with a tomato, mozarella and basil salad, followed by a bowl of spinach and ricotta tortellini with black pepper and freshly grated parmesan. For the main meal it was pan fried chicken (marinaded in garlic, herbs and soy sauce), with asparagus, carrrot and flowering broccoli, with a creamy mushroom sauce. For dessert (once all that food goes down!) it will be homemade profiteroles, with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce - I will even be doing the dishes. Maybe I spoil her a little too much sometimes but it is worth it, nothing like a little romance at the end of the year.
Only a few hours to go now until the year begins again. I am determined to keep up with the blogging much more vigourously in the coming year - a resolution in all but name. I want to get back into writing my short stories and poems, and maybe a few other bits and pieces too. I have to be more organised which isn't easy for me, but it has to be done. For the moment though I will wallow in being satisfyingly food full and wish you all a happy new year, the best for 2012, and a hope that we will all be a little more creative!
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
I've written a short story! The first for a long long time, and nothing more than a simple outpouring of words late at night while waiting to finish my tea, mildly edited later on, but still containing some interesting ideas I think. Enjoy!
He stood upon a steep promontory, staring out at the sea. Below him he could hear the crashing of waves as they hurtled into the steep rocks, splashing their way into the coastline, and eroding it as they had for countless millennia.
Behind him, he heard a tune drifting up on the wind that reminded him of ice cream and holding the hand of his mother. The same hand that he had held seven years ago when she died. He corrected himself in his head; it was eight years ago – how time flew!
Since that day he had found himself coming to this spot more and more. It had always been his favourite place for thinking and making decisions. The air was fresh, and as his mother would always say, ‘It blows away the cobwebs’.
He smiled. When he was a child he used to imagine adults with cobwebs attached to their ears, which would only blow away in a stiff breeze.
His mother had always helped him with working things out and making choices, from the subjects he took at A-Level, to whether he should take the apprenticeship or go to University. And then there was the decision about what to do, if anything, after the divorce.
He had been shocked, when his wife of three years had filed for divorce, despite the fact that there had never been a great deal of love between them. When he looked back later, he wondered how they could ever have got together. In hindsight it seemed illogical. But then he had learned that life was rarely logical.
Then, as today, he had hiked up to the cliff top to mull over the words of his future ex-wife.
‘I’m going to move back down to my parents with Cassie. I can’t stay here, I’ve no friends and it won’t hurt Cassie what with her not starting school yet.’
He had almost said that it would hurt him though, with Cassie being so far away. With her, some things in life were logical. He contemplated legal action and his mother had pushed it.
‘How can the poor mite grow up without a father?’
But he had decided to let them both go. A court case and animosity between her parents would have done Cassie more harm. And he wasn’t the fighting kind.
He had made that decision from this spot twelve years ago, and although he had no regrets, he still missed Cassie dearly. Especially since her mother had married another man and they had all moved to Australia. He would get out there and see her for real one day.
So now he was here once more to make a decision, one that he had to make on his own, without any help or advice from his mother. And staring out to sea, while seagulls cried in the air above him, he waited for the answer to shake away its cobwebs.