After the Christmas break, it’s nice to get back into the old routines and do stuff that was on hold while we celebrated the season. Last night, it was back to the Post Box Café in Chorlton for my monthly writing group, Just Write. We did a number of things but I’m usually happy if I come away with a couple of ideas for writing something. I came away with two and I really must get on with the larger piece I started before Christmas but it got back shelved among all the festivities.
First we were invited to think about putting away the Christmas Decorations. Here’s my little piece….
As I put away the decorations…
The decorations finally made it to the loft this morning. They’d actually been taken down on January 6th, Twelfth Night, the last day of the Christmas season, but had sat in bags and boxes in the spare room ever since.
I convinced myself that I’d left them in the spare room because some of them had been decorating the porch and the garden through the Christmas season and I wanted them to be properly dry before they were put away. The truth is I didn’t really relish having to climb up into the loft and put them away.
I’m also reluctant to put them away because it is January. After all the glitter and light of December it’s hard to come to terms with the grey, midwinter days of January. I feel a loss and mourn them being taken down. I know they are in the way but seeing them still out comforts me.
Nearly a week after Twelfth Night, with the spare room badly needing a tidy, it was high time to get them put away. As they went up I wondered what state they would be in when they were brought down next December. In spite of carefully putting them away so that the decorations that go up in the hall, sitting room, kitchen, bathroom etc were altogether in the same bag/box,; come next December they will have miraculously migrated to other boxes and bags. What lives up there that does this? Carefully wrapped, much loved glass baubles will have shattered. Strings of lights and strands of tinsel, carefully wound for ease of access next year, will have tangled themselves up into a series of knots that will have to be painstakingly unravelled with much Anglo Saxon English in the run up to Christmas 2015.
They are up there now. I’m over it. It is done. Time to move on and look forward to new things. On the positive side I did find the first primrose of the spring in the garden this morning.
The second piece we did looked forward to Valentine’s Day. We had to write some words on cards that suggested ‘Valentine’ to us. They were collected in and then we got to choose three at random and then write a piece suggested by the three words. Mine were ‘KINDNESS’, ‘LOVE’ and, difficult to understand, ‘CHAIN LINK FENCE’!
Here’s my stab at this one….
Chain Link Fence?
I understand the concepts of ‘love’ and ‘kindness’ when connected to Valentine’s Day, but what the **** has a ‘chain link fence’ got to do with anything?
1) Chain link fences are complicated things, so is love. The fences look fragile but are in fact strong. They can keep harmful things out and keep safe things that we want to keep safe. Chain link fences are easy to push, slight pressure in the right place can cause them to give. But press harder and a strange thing happens, they become stronger and more resilient, rebuffing any attempt the destroy them. Likewise with love…
2) Chain link fences look simple. Like love. They are interlocked pieces of wire. Not like love. In spite of their simplicity, they are, like love, difficult to unwind. If they are looked after, like love, they will last for ages. But, once a link has been broken, the integrity of the entire fence is compromised, like love. The entire structure can begin to unravel. Things take advantage of the breaks in the fence and, like in love, the holes can become bigger so that huge things can get through them. If the chain link fence is the survive, like love, the tiny breaks need to be fixed. If not the fence, or the love, will deteriorate, crumble, fall, apart….