Saturday, 5 January 2013
The search for tranquillity
My real list of priorities has things on it like "paint the bathroom ceiling", "have the dryer looked at" and "get rid of all spices over 2 years old".
Given the weightiness of my list, I hit on a reasonable alternative plan. I gave Dave a book called "Simple Fountains" for Christmas. It just jumped off the page for me while I was trolling the Chapters-Indigo web site, and showed up a mere three days later, giving me enough time to find out that there were no chiming bell fountains in its considerable do-it-yourself offerings. So that I don't look too bad in that story, I'll mention that Dave likes fountains too, and if we could ever find something that he had faith would not overflow and ruin our already scratched, but still beautiful, wooden floors, we'd have an indoor fountain by now.
Given that telling this has made my teeth grind and my jaw ache, I wonder if there is something magically calming out there that doesn't drip. And don't put "wine" in the comments please.