Friday, 20 February 2015

20/2/15 On the bookshelves

I came home last week to find the penguins exploring. I should say that we only moved into this house recently, so I suppose it isn't surprising that the penguins are casing the joint. They are climbing over one of the bookshelves, the one with the music books. I don't know if this is significant.

Mum says they are off on a walk. They wanted some knowledge, and now they are 'off'. They have some 'stuff to do'.

She laughs and says, again, 'you know, sometimes I worry that they won't tell me what to do, but they always do. It must be how writer's block feels: panicked that it will never come again, but it always does'.

Then she quietly says: 'it's only me they talk to.' I think this is in reference to my daughter trying to get in on the act last time. Mum hasn't said anything directly but she was quite unsettled by that.

So maybe there is a connection to the music books: that anxiety over the difficult second album syndrome. I think Mum  is doing some of her best work now. Good use of Blu Tack once again. It must be a challenge to listen to the penguins in the chaos of a new house, but she is a trooper.

Full disclosure: I had a U2 phase. I was young.

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