A farewell to clocks
Jul. 21st, 2010 03:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI have just given away two clocks in two seconds flat. Teenagers are great, they want things...
Also, I am learning a new definition of the phrase "breathing space". I have to come up here, just in order to breathe; I am wearing my painting-clothes, and so have no inhaler to hand down there. It's odd, reaching for the pocket and remembering its emptiness, having to toil withup and trying to swallow wheezes, not to worry the kids. (I'm fine, there's just a helluva lot of dust stirred up and we can't open windows downstairs or the cats would be straight out; so I just have to come up a level and inhale every now and then. And wheeze in privacy. This is my breathing-space.)
Also, I am learning a new definition of the phrase "breathing space". I have to come up here, just in order to breathe; I am wearing my painting-clothes, and so have no inhaler to hand down there. It's odd, reaching for the pocket and remembering its emptiness, having to toil withup and trying to swallow wheezes, not to worry the kids. (I'm fine, there's just a helluva lot of dust stirred up and we can't open windows downstairs or the cats would be straight out; so I just have to come up a level and inhale every now and then. And wheeze in privacy. This is my breathing-space.)