Penned in as
Edinburgh is by sea and rock a large part of the urban housing is
made up of 'high density' tenement buildings. I use quotation marks
because contemporary high density – especially in places like Tokyo
and the once upon a time high density of when these were built is a
vastly different thing- yes these are multi-story,
multi-occupancy buildings- but it is actually a pretty nice place to
live and you could probably house a Japanese business man in our box
room and he would call it a palace.
I mention this for
no particular reason other than to explain that when I use the term
tenement building to explain where I find myself living these days I
do not wish to conjure up images of slum dwellings/ high rise/ housing estate ect.
Edinburgh tenement buildings and parkland |
It is a home day
today. A rare day at home for me and a day for packing up to head
home for my mother. It is a pottering day of packing, writing notes,
returning from shops, opening packages, drinking cups of tea.
Our lunch outing
today was with a woman my mother met when she came to their caravan
park in Nowa Nowa – she came for a day or two and stayed for ten.
The meeting gives a funny circularity to her last full day in
Scotland.
We had breezy
sunshine when we headed out but now we are home and the rain clouds
have come in. The Pentlands appear and disappear in the cloud out the
window as the rain falls. Sitting up on the third floor is nice and
snug and the wet outside makes ideas of any last minute outings
unpleasant. We will not get to the castle today, or up Arthur's Seat,
or to the library, gallery or museum. That is just fine.
Sounds in the
tenement:
Cars going by on
the wet road
a violin
mobile phone beeps
pages turn and a
pen scratches
mother packing
hammering across
the road
light rain on the
windows
crockery clunks
Silence in the
tenement:
the plants grow
books gather dust
today the piano is
silent
Tenement stairwell |
Smells in the
tenement:
my thriving mint
plant- I am very proud of this weed like plant's big healthy leaves.
My best effort so far at putting down literal roots here in Scotland.
spilt oil based
house paint in the cupbourd making me a little high this morning.
more laundry
drying.
the Spanish boy is
cooking and as his pots bubble away and
occasionally boiling over fill the house with tasty smells.
Today is the day
to seperate out the essentials to be packed from the non essential:
rain bonnets –
No
dried fruit – No
new shoes – Yes
books and books
and books – Yes
Turkish teacups-
Yes
Turkish teapot-
Yes
Today is a day for
sorting a months accumulated papers, photos, receipts, ticket stubs,
postcards, clothes and books. It is for getting rid of the sand in
pockets and saying goodbye.
Rover and mum arting about in Glasgow |
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