all change at Barnes

-- October 3rd, 2015 --
last heather

Will any­one who doesn’t live on a Lon­don train line under­stand my post title?  It’s what they say when you come to the end of a line.  “All change at Hammersmith/Waterloo.”  So we do.  All change, that is.

You know how everything’s about “mind­ful­ness” these days?  Our local book­shop is filled with tomes on the sub­ject of mind­ful­ness, liv­ing in the moment, appre­ci­at­ing life as it hap­pens, BEING there, focus­ing atten­tion on the here and now, and beloved­ness of the ordi­nary.  The book­shop owner even com­plained to me that she had lost valu­able children’s pic­ture book space to the new genre of adults’ col­or­ing books.  Because appar­ently when you’re col­or­ing, you have no choice but to be “mind­ful” and live in the moment.

I think I, by con­trast, need to write a book on “mind­less­less.”  If I appre­ci­ate things any more, if I live any more in the beloved moment, my head will explode.

It’s finally come to this: Avery’s last day at home before start­ing university.

We are all a bit like peas on a hot shovel today, to quote Lord Peter Wim­sey.  Full of last ques­tions about things to take with her — cut­lery and tow­els, push pins and a copy…