High Like A Kite

June 2, 2009 at 12:57 Leave a comment

Work has a way of leeching life. Nowadays, my nose is kept to the grindstone for most of the daylight hours. When the bell goes, I trudge wearily home, and before I know it, the evening has been consumed by the television or Photoshop. It’s strange. It’s awful. It’s only been about three weeks since I came back to the Fruit Farm, but this feels like it’s been going on forever. I can see how months and years could pass like that.

I don’t want that to happen!

Yesterday evening we had a meeting that ended at 1830, and my friend Rosered took me off to a nearby watering hole for a drink. The meeting, which takes place every two months, was as pointless and bureaucratic as it always was. Another friend, whom I shall call Closetrocker, kept up an SMS conversation with me for part of the meeting, finally telling me to cheer up, as my treasure lay not on earth, but in heaven.

All I can say is that this meeting must have been worth a couple of gold coins.

So Rosered and I headed out for our new drinking place, which I must say is really well tucked into the most unlikely place. Now comes the point of today’s post. Opposite this place was a field, where, surprise of surprises, there was a horde of people flying kites. Kites, just before dinnertime on a Monday evening. Many shaped like birds, some with streamers, and even a couple of new-fangled remote-controlled things that swooped and zipped faster than the rest. There must have been twenty or thirty of them, with more folks standing by the side and just watching.

Kites. When I was in Taipei, I saw a few little old men, sitting in a park and apparently doing nothing, until I looked up and saw that they were flying kites. I pictured them leaving their homes, kites tucked under their arms, either telling their families they’d be back in a bit, or not having anyone to say anything to. And then letting their kites go, and pulling and jogging, and then just sitting and holding the string while the kites tussled with the currents.

When you’re playing tug-of-war with the wind, words become superfluous.

The last time I flew a kite, I was wearing cartoon shorts and being scolded by my mother for not sharing the kite with my friend. I still don’t think she understood that I was holding that damn kite to launch it for my friend holding the string. We never managed to get it off the ground that day.

After all these years, I think I’d like to try again.

With your feet on the ground you’re a bird in flight. – From, of all places, Mary Poppins, the movie.

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My blog-name is Katie but I will not respond if you call me that in real life because it's not my real name. Yes, I do practise virtual-world paranoia. No, I do not enjoy stalkers. But I do enjoy writing and having folks reading said writing, so welcome to my world. It's nice to meet you.

Playing in my head over and over again argh

I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song (Jim Croce)

Book(s) of the moment

Hogfather (Terry Pratchett)

Books read in 2010 and 2011

Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows (JK Rowling) - 'cos the movie's coming out!
Frankenstein: Lost Souls (Dean Koontz) - ah, bugger, it's part of a series! Now I hafta find all the books...
Dismantled (Jennifer McMahon) - oh, good one
Tigerlily's Orchids (Ruth Rendell)
Shutter Island (Dennis LeHane) - reminds me too much of work
Holy Fools (Joanne Harris) - it's official: I prefer her scary books
A Series of Unfortunate Events; The Unauthorized Autobiography; The Beatrice Letters (Lemony Snicket)
The Little Friend (Donna Tartt)
The main books - 11 so far - of the Southern Vampire series; the Aurora Teagarden series except for A Fool & His Honey - that makes it 7; Sweet & Deadly (Charlaine Harris)
The Woman in Black (Susan Hill)
Full Dark, No Stars (Stephen King)
Room: A Novel (Emma Donaghue)
Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children (Ransom Riggs)
The Bachman Books (Stephen King)
Men At Arms (Terry Pratchett)
Carpe Jugulum (Terry Pratchett)
The Fifth Elephant (Terry Pratchett)
Beauty (Robin McKinley)
The Sandman, Vol 1 (Neil Gaiman)
The Burden (Agatha Christie) - her crime novels are waaay better
Snuff (Terry Pratchett)

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