Sunday, September 26, 2010

What do you mean 'there's a maggot in your apple'?

I designated today as a "day of rest" and, as such, decided that it was perfectly acceptable to achieve nothing.  It's my new rule - I've realised that the most restful thing I can do is have no expectation on myself.  Well, after a lazy start, I found myself in the kitchen faced with 3 carrier bags full of apples that were begging to be attended to.  But it was "no-pressure" Sunday, so I felt I could act out of choice and not obligation - another discovery I've made is that I'm most productive when I'm resting.  I do love a good bit of oxymoron.

Now there is a bit of background to this story. Firstly - and I"ll elaborate at a later date - I have decided that part of my current mission in life is to become a "home-maker".  This is especially ironic if you knew me a couple of years ago and even now still quite a comedy concept, though I can at least bake bread these days. 

The second relevant bit of history is that I went to a friend's for lunch on Wednesday and she had all kinds of fabulous things set up for processing apples from her tree.  This included a muslin bag dripping into a bucket that was, by some sort of magic, making apple jelly.  I went to bed that night wishing that I had apples with which to do such wonderfully homely things.  My own mother had brought me some a while back but the best I could do was stew them in a last minute panic, then eat them just before they went off.

And then the very next morning one of my housemates offered me three bags full, as a gift from his grandparents orchard! What a fabulous opportunity.  Unfortunately, I now have to start putting my expressed desires into action... always where the plan falls down I find.  

Today, however, I made some progress. Out came the laptop and after googling for but a short while I found my three varieties:

Good for eating, or cooking, or both.  What a win!   

Of course, doing something as interesting as this made me decide once and for all that I had to get my new blog started - so I could share it with you lovely people.  So I spent an age faffing with name ideas, background motifs and generally all sorts of time-wasting that only befits a day off.  This means that I still don't quite know what to do with my pommes... but I have got an interesting fact:

"Apples, quinces, pears, peaches, plums, apricots, cherries, blackberries, 
raspberries and strawberries -- whether wild or cultivated -- are all 
relatives of the roses."
 
Isn't that fascinating?!

So what's with the url?  Well, 'communikate.etc' was taken and I didn't really know what to do about that: torn between finding a new name entirely and just having a different web address. I'd temporarily given up when another of my housemates - to whom I'd extolled the merits of the coxes - came back downstairs to share his rather unpleasant surprise with me... Nice.

Now I'm not being pessimistic but "maggots" do seem to get everywhere, don't they? It's just fact that the world ain't perfect yet. You know what though, I find that actually it is alright, when I have the right perspective. I mean, shit happens - sometimes you get a maggot, sometimes you get half  of one - but the apple is bigger and juicier and you can always spit the little buggers out...

Before we begin: a brief history

It's time to start blogging again.

My first ever post on my first ever blog was written a day shy of 2 years and 5 months ago.  I very quickly discovered that I loved to write and that, actually, I was quite good at it sometimes; and so began a new relationship with the rest of the world (or rather my little listening corner of the internet).

In some respect I long for those early heydays.  I was a different person then: a gobbier, bolder, more wrong and more right person. Not my worst persona by any means but I know it didn't quite work - like an alchy ruins a fine glass of wine by having the whole bottle... for breakfast.

So - in the classic melodrama of self-discovery - I quit for a time, and when I came back it wasn't the same.  I got a new blog with a "theme" and, don't get me wrong I loved it, but there's a lot you can't say when you're limited to analogies.  It was probably a good thing too, not saying a lot, there is definitely a place in life for internal processing.  That blogging era didn't even end intentionally, it just got over-taken by my real life - the one where I graduated, got a "proper" job (with a blackberry and everything) and spent every working hour trying to make the impossible possible until I burnt out. Then I didn't really process at all. 

Dampened oscillation around a point (like a pendulum swing that gradually loses height, then settles in the middle) tends to be how I find my way, both on and off line. I'm not claiming to be there yet, not sure anyone ever is but I rather think it might be time to go back the other way and start talking about me again... why not, eh?  I'm pretty damn interesting actually.

So, to whet your appetite, I reckon that some of the things I'll be chatting about are:
Living in community in "da ghetto", starting a charity shop, being a home-maker, being a Woman, faith and lack thereof, new monasticism (maybe), stuff I write, revival, maths, music, things I've learned, stuff what makes me laugh, recipes, stories, prophecy... and anything else I decide to.

Well I better get going then hadn't I.  Let's see if Kat(i)e's still got it...