Monday, April 20, 2009

~ the commonplace

I derive such succour from the ordinary things, the commonplace events I can reply on to be commonplace, the cherished routines …

School started today at Pinewood. I watched Polly’s green gingham back as it disappeared through the doors amongst a chirruping flock of other six and seven year olds. I’ve been spending so much time with her lately, I felt a flush of sadness this time, on top of the customary relief.

Polly is going to be in a film tomorrow. A student film by the lovely Ben Andrews, in which she is going to walk to a refrigerator, open it and pour herself a glass of milk. I’m not sure she if she quite understands what’s going to be happening. She keeps calling it a ‘play’ - as plays are something she’s reasonably familiar with - but I’m confident she’ll adapt, and not freeze-up or anything like that. I’ve been astonished by her progress lately, her reading, writing, comprehension, all that stuff. And of course, her imagination.

I’ve set her up a desk in my study where she occupies herself while I work. Long gone are the days when work was a pipe dream if Polly was in my sole care.

My wife has retired from the scene for a few weeks, requiring some peace and quiet to mend the inner fabric of her soul. My recent precipitate departure took as much of a toll on her as it did on me.

I am able to breathe a little easier now, though there is a looming darkness on the horizon and it is difficult not to worry about. Strangely, having emerged from such horror and remorseless grinding stress, I feel freshly energised. Particularly with my work. I have a whole lot of projects on the go now, and I am appreciating all the sacred little things, which, for a period there, I thought I might have lost.

The honour of feeding the white duck Immaculata is by no means the least of these.

And, of course, nothing now stands in the way of my intention to photograph and identify the native fungi of Mt Waverley.

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Ann oDyne said...

the beady-eyed duck is a wonderful thing. I don't knowhow people can eat them.

I looked after a pair of ducks and their 8 ducklings one time, and saw how cruel the drake was when his offspring were a few months old. He exhausted us all by trying to drive them away.
I can see how this works in the wild, but in captivity this is an awful thing.

Pollys drawing tells me her fringed hair has impact on her, and her limbs are beyond 'sticks' - clever Polly.

David said...

We have two white ducks (maybe one is a drake, or am I imposing my normative heterogeneous heterosexualist world view...) in the creek near our house. I must admit I like them a lot, though in part maybe just because in amongst 20 brown ducks they are very recognisable. They are also greedy and bigger than all the other ducks so get all the food when I feed the ducks once a week or so. But they are very attractive. And that is all I really had to say.

princey said...

She's a talented little girl, your Polly.

How did the meeting about the Beargarden release go?
Take care,
love Amanda

Sam Sejavka said...

The meeting is still three days away, and I'm suffering over these liner notes, trying to dredge up memories from what seems like another world.