A Watercolour Morning

 

Captain B took a photograph of a recent sunrise - a perfect watercolour. Every morning, every evening, there is a masterpiece, such is the variety and splendour of Jehovah's creation.

Both shoulders are now very bad, and it is hard to get a night's sleep. And I can get a bit bad crabby because of it all. I can no longer call myself a Grumpy Middle-aged Woman. I guess I am now a Grumpy Old Woman, plain and simple.  ("Very plain and very simple" do I hear a murmur sounding above the bleeping of metal detectors from a distant Field?)

I'll tell you how the Sun rose

Emily Dickinson

I’ll tell you how the Sun rose –
A Ribbon at a time –
The Steeples swam in Amethyst –
The news, like Squirrels, ran –
The Hills untied their Bonnets –
The Bobolinks – begun –
Then I said softly to myself –
“That must have been the Sun”!
But how he set – I know not –
There seemed a purple stile
That little Yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while –
Till when they reached the other side –
A Dominie in Gray –
Put gently up the evening Bars –
And led the flock away –

https://www.emilydickinsonmuseum.org/ill-tell-you-how-the-sun-rose/

The watercolour on Sunday morning was shades of grey - the sea a whiter shade  and the sky a bluer. It was changing all the time, of course.  And Monday morning was similar.

We Zoomed on Monday as usual - me and the siblings, Sussex, to Yorkshire, to Oz.  All seems well, thank God.  Col's afternoon Zoom session with his siblings - Sussex, to Yorkshire, to Bavaria - was cancelled. It seems one sibling is swamped in paperwork this week - possibly trying to get the sale of his flat completed?

I sympathise if so. We had the easiest of sales in that we had buyers (our tenants) clamouring to buy and eager to help us every step of the way. But every time Captain B got one form filled out, signed and dispatched, another one turned up. It was insane. There is clearly a better and easier way to do this.

I sometimes watch those Million Dollar Property programmes on the afternoon telly, and I note that you can sell and buy a many million dollar apartment within a week to ten days in the US.

So maybe we could make our buying/selling system a little bit simpler here?   The downside of watching those programmes - by the way - is that after a while I find myself saying things like "I couldn't possibly slum it in a house with only 7 bathrooms!"

I seem to remember that one mansion had 17 bathrooms.  17!  Who needs 17 bathrooms. And who has the cleaning of them?

Us Fantastic Books authors had a Zoom session yesterday - interesting - and nice to meet my fellow authors - but I feel I don't have much to offer by way of ideas to increase sales.  I wish I did.