she bangs the drums

by peach1997


I just got home from a long, forenoon walk with my dog in the oh so spring-y weather. We went the usual route through the neighborhood, down to and by the water, alongside the forest. It’s warm, sunny and breezy, I actually felt a bit sorry to my dog because she felt it to be a little too hot (she’s a bit unusual, she has her “winter coat” on in spring and  summer and sheds it in the winter when she actually needs it for some reason) and since she’s starting to get old the walk took twice as long as we had stop a lot so she could rest for a minute. Quite sad actually, I don’t want to think of her as old, since we all know what comes after old age.

Same with my maternal grandmother as well, its become very apparent now because she’s sold the house in which she and my grandfather when he was alive lived for a very long time, where my mother grew up, where I’ve grown up. She feels it’s too much for her, and she feels isolated. It’s quite upsetting really, because that was my favorite place to be, especially in the summer.
It’s a sweet villa built in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s by a family that cherished it a lot, and that planted a linden tree for every child they had, so there’s still four linden trees standing in bottom part of the garden, which moreover looks like a mix of a jungle and a beautiful English garden.
The house and garden is located in a slightly isolated area, with a large, living forest right behind it. My grandmother is a painter (as is my mother) and the house, garden and place where it is located is really a painter’s idyll. It is my idyll as well.
It’s a bit of a complicated situation, but I know she doesn’t want to move, it’s where she belongs; talking to the birds, the squirrels, the deers, all the busily buzzing bumblebees, the foxes, her cat. But she feels like she has to move.
What worries me as a likely scenario is that the buyer is going to look at the property in dollar signs (or “kronor”-signs hah) and run the house and garden down to sell the land. I truly hope it won’t happen, and that the buyer will cherish it as much as it has been by us, and the family that built and lived in it a hundred years ago. It’s a piece of history, and cultural heritage really. Aah, I hope it stays the same!

Anyway, I don’t have any lectures or seminars today or tomorrow, but instead have an essay to write, but I’m not too worried, it’s a rather short and simple one.

And I’ve been having slightly less melancholic episodes lately, I think the weather is helping, seeing nature taking a deep breath and blooming and all that. I’m also waiting patiently for some things I’ve ordered online to arrive, which should be pretty soon. You know I told you about my deep, eternal love for Miss Marple, right? And how I’ve got nowhere to watch it since the tv-subscription thing I watched it on earlier decided to pull it back? Well I solved it. I bought a dvd-set from Amazon that’s supposed to arrive in mid May with Geraldine McEwan as Miss Marple, as she is my favorite Marple!

Anyway #2, this is some songs suited for today’s weather:

Apple scruffs by George Harrison
You send me by Aretha Franklin
Sittin’ on a fence by The Rolling Stones
In love’s shadow by The Choir
Honey bones by Dope Lemon
Soleil by Francoise Hardy
How do you feel? by Jefferson Airplane
Jennifer juniper by Donovan
Tire swing by Kimya Dawson
Daydream by The Lovin’ Spoonful
Dancing in the street by The Mama’s and the Papa’s
Dream a little dream of me by Cass Elliott/The Mama’s and…
Time to pretend by MGMT
As tears go by by Nancy Sinatra
Hazy Jane (nr. 5) by Nick Drake
Learn how to fall by Paul Simon
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay by Otis Redding
She’s a rainbow by The Rolling Stones
She bangs the drums by The Stone Roses
Sugar town by Nancy Sinatra
Sweet thing by Van Morrison
4th time around by Bob Dylan
Oogum boogum song by Brenton Wood
My cherie amour by Stevie Wonder

I’m gonna go make some lunch now, and try keeping up my sunny mood.
I’ll try to remember to write soon.

As always,