Monday, March 19, 2007

winter drawers on?

We have suddenly moved back into winter. I suspect I am the only one around who is cheerful about this. I wasn’t ready for the spring hallelujah with summer hot on its heels. Every so often there is a clattering of hailstones as though some hooligan is throwing stones at the window, then the sky clears to blue and it’s blossom time again, then it darkens, the wind goes on the rampage, and so on. It’s changeable, like my moods, like my energy, and mainly inclement. I wonder if I am being mean holding back the spring just because everyone else will begin to frolic and I can’t, but decide on reflection that I don’t yet have power over the weather. And I do frolic, in my fashion, and intend to. But not yet. And I think of the old Golders Green joke:

A: Spring in ze air!

B: Vhy should I?

and

A: Vinter draws on.

B: Mind your own business.

My son is back from the dreaming spires for the holidays and is already getting down to serious revision for next term’s maths and philosophy exams. I don’t know what I think about this. It’s good that he is motivated, hard-working and not off his face on skunk all the time (or any of the time, come to that), but there seems to be huge pressure on him and his fellow students to excel at absolutely everything all the time. No space to hang out and talk about the meaning of life, and failure (anything less than the best) is apparently “not an option”. I don’t like it. Adding to the pressure is the fact that 300 pages of essential maths notes have gone missing between here and Oxford. They are probably in a black bin bag somewhere. Though he didn’t get the maths or exam revision genes from me (I didn’t make it past long division and relied on the staying-up-the-night-before method), it seems I did manage to pass on my chronic lack of organisation.

For the first time in a long while I have bowed out of a writing workshopping session tonight in favour of a trip to the supermarket. We had takeaway three times last week and, apart from the expense, it gets monotonous. I have a poem, though – one modest little thing I worked on so as to have something to bring for my monthly workshop in Lewes, and it isn’t even finished, it’s in two drafts. But it counts. It counts.

8 comments:

Ms Melancholy said...

I have tagged you my darling. I can only apologise. But I do love your blog.

Reading the Signs said...

Mwah! dear Ms M, and I'm still finding out the meaning of "tag" and "meme".

Ms Melancholy said...

Yes, me too! I feel caught up in a strange cyberworld that I still don't quite understand.

John Baker said...

I think all writers would hold back the Spring if they could, just so it's that much sweeter when we finally get there.

Reading the Signs said...

Ms M, I still feel like a techie for knowing what a hyperlink is. Strange cyberworld indeed, though. Good to read John Baker's post about blogging awards.

JB, greetings. So it isn't just me holding it back then?

goodthomas said...

I absolutely adore "winter draws on." I like the idea too that one has winter drawers and summer drawers.

I giggled to myself all day long.


(oh and I quoted you in my post yesterday, I hope you don't mind.)

That's so pants said...

Your poor son not being able to enjoy university. Is there nothing left of youth to enjoy?

Reading the Signs said...

- not to mention spring drawers, GT(Of course I don't mind, I've just been over to yours again to comment).

Ms P, he does still enjoy - but in spite of it all rather than because, I feel. It's all a bit of an eye-opener. Even taking up rowing there (for fun) becomes extreme army training. No time to stand and stare.