Suckers For Anchor

Open windows. Cool breeze. Curtain blowing softly. Music kind to the ears. Potatoes worth ksh 20 made a delicious dinner. Some call them organic. I call them farm fresh. My neighbours farm.

I've tens of slugs on more than one door. Never really bothered me. They actually are a good joke at Princess. Telling her i'll cook them with lovely spices. She'd squeal with disgust but after reading up on exotic dishes she's warming up to the idea. The jokes on me.

A few incidences of squishing them on doors or touching them elicits a loud YAK! often but not enough to salt them to death. They are just part of us now and after a year of watching them, i can say they are resilient.

The humidity today had me moving like them. I felt like a slug. Slow, almost sliding slowly from point A to B. Kitty too. I was in the sun for two hours. Kitty none.

About 5pm a light shower of rain meant the humidity lifted. The crickets have even are celebrating outside my window. It will be a bearable night for us all with the air moving.

This week has been to this point (wednesday) one of torrents in their own right. Earth moving. But like my slug friends I am trudging on. Sticking hard to what I am anchored to. I've got to. Sun, wind, hail, humidity, rain, enemies will come and go as the seasons do but I am holding on with my suckers.

Am sure this note wasn't intended to be about the slugs initially. Its just a beautiful evening. And I wanted to say HANG IN THERE!

Comments

Yiengi said…
Yes Gakenia, Dig your suckers into the ground and just hang on! What a beautifully written note...speaks of the drudgery but with such hope too. Thank you...