Differing slightly from the original meaning, in colloquial speech, “limbo” is any status where a person or project is held up, and nothing can be done until another action happens. – Wikipedia. Limbo is also a rather daft dance that people do; where they try to go as low as possible under a horizontal broomstick without falling down. This post has nothing to do with this dance.
And so I bid adieu to the hairstylists who’ve been so important to me over the past troubled months. Their kind acceptance and support has been a lifeline and the many amusing anecdotes I picked up from the clients have provided a virtual silo of material for future writing. I am grateful that all ties are not cut; I shall still go and help out on Saturdays, when the salon is very busy. Hopefully in lieu of getting my hair styled as I have become accustomed to wearing it.
My CV has been sent to all the right places and while I wait I simultaneously shed and collect: I’ve done a massive clear-out of things I no longer want in my life (and garnered a fair sum of loot from junk dealers!) and have returned to my long-neglected hobby of ‘making doodles’ of my sketches, photos and ramblings.
I collect these things like a magpie and my ‘doodle pages’ were usually notebook sized, but I am now making giant ones.
Perhaps they will eventually cover my passage wall and provide insulation against what promises to be a very cold winter.
For now, they are simply therapeutic. And very messy, I end up covered in glue.
I continue to make a ceremony of mealtimes; my table is laid and my food is nicely plated. Behind my shoulder – always – stands that horrible ghost of an old lady in a terrycloth dressing gown eating baked beans straight from the tin…
PS: can anyone tell me why my widgets all appear at the bottom of my blog instead of at the top of the page?