Sunday night diary of 5:
I am seeing…the bats flying past the window on their evening forage for insects
I am hearing…the dryer on (yet another) cycle today, and Sam playing “Mastermind” with Emma
I am smelling…clean laundry
I tasted…a glass of red wine
I am feeling…a bit apprehensive. I’ve got that “Sunday night” feeling, but unlike people who have a job and go to work on a Monday morning, my apprehension is because I don’t know what to do when I get up in the morning. Most times I can handle it and I have some sort of plan of action but tonight…well, tonight is one of those rare times that I’m stumped.
I couldn’t end my post on such a miserable note so just a word about the bats outside the window. Now, before you jump to any conclusions no I don’t live in the countryside, I’m not going mad and there are no church-towers or caves nearby. The bats are most definitely urban bats and we think they roost (if that’s the correct term?) in the trees surrounding the block of flats over the main road from here. We have seen them when we’ve walked Bella for her last walk at night sometimes, but on nights like these tonight where there is still light in the sky it’s lovely to see them from our garden. We are only about four weeks or so away from the Summer Solstice so the blueness of the sky at this time of night is something to get used to! I stepped out about half an hour ago because it was so hot indoors and I was feeling a bit anxious and boxed in sat in the house. Kevin came out with me and we’ve just had a quiet spell watching the bats do their business. Isn’t it wonderful when nature does its job and soothes the soul?