MyLot on my mind

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Something strange is happening to my thought process. They seem to be heading towards this particular place I discovered around three weeks back. Not consciously, no not at all. I still go around doing my daily business of living. There’s lots to do. College and counseling . Cooking and cleaning . Chores . Calling up family and travelling . Celebrations and family visits. In the midst of all these activities a particular chain of thought creeps in unintentionally directing itself to the site on my desktop. It’s like this, the bright red china roses that greet me next to my classroom are suddenly the avatars of two folks who dwell in that place. So are the next door kittens. And the horse picture in my neighbour’s living room. The expression "The cat's whiskers" has taken on a whole new meaning. The Botany department people are talking of their project of producing organic manure…I start reflecting on begonias , red roses, petunias and bee balm. And the butterfly on flowers that makes for happiness. I work in the kitchen and look out on the last of my laburnums that I love...."see you next year " , I say and "from now on I'm going to call you by your new name with which you've been christened from across the globe ...golden rain." I open my fridge door to take out the milk in the morning. Today my eyes are directed at the few magnets stuck there. Why am I thinking of a certain Venice mask one and a rule to revisit the ‘Port of Magnet’ if one of them gets broken? Last weekend when I sat and watched a couple of movies with my husband. One had England as the locale and the other Greece and Turkey. I wonder if the traveler through Turkey and the residents (especially a special one) walked the streets shown on the screen. I told my husband” this is a date “ , because friend let us know she would be dating like this later on. Odd as it may seem, I saw a family wheeling and loading a sewing machine on to the train last weekend. Wasn’t it only a couple of days ago there was this ‘discussion’ on sewing machines…Coincidences??? I take down my Mary Higgins Clark book , musing whether C S has finished his .The Le Carre books on my shelf , gets my mind directed to JH who listed Carre as an author he likes The bamboo groves that dot the country side and flash past through my train window makes me reflect on another gardener whose garden has been invaded by bamboo shoots and slugs. The young boy who has recently joined my workplace asks me if I know of a place he can rent. As I give him a few directions , I contemplate that we are keeping our fingers crossed in another house hunting episode. A colleague who is about to leave for a seminar chats about the outfits she is thinking of taking with her. Isn’t this just like the post about the matching outfit for the end of the year party, like a flash the thought crosses my mind . Another friend talks about a wedding coming up in their family.The boy and girl are from different communities but the families have met and now its 'arranged' to everyone's satisfaction."I've been there', I smile inwardly as I think of the huge discussion I participated in. They say it’s hard to make friends as you grow older and I never thought I would do so . But I guess life teaches you to expect the unexpected. So here I am in this new place with people who were kind enough to welcome me warmly. And it’s all thanks to the girls Maud and Daisy. They may be silly. But I like them, really. Because , they led me to you. photo: pixabay.com/en/woman-girl-balloon-thought-bubble and I worked on it on 'PAINT'