we woke up so early that the day seemed almost over by 11. with plans, and news that two of Howard’s stories are to be published, and Ava signing ‘more’ and ‘food’ for the first time, and suddenly able to understand so much more today – like where her head and nose are, and then walking more, and then stroking my shoulder every time she gives me a hug and then kissing my toes because now she remembers what they are.
and then the day was knocked sideways by an unexpected bout of flu (Howard), which means all our plans are paused, the house is just so messy, the roast chicken dinner may or may not happen and there is a large built-in cupboard in the dining room, half-cleared out, its contents stacked haphazardly all over the table and floor.
the bunting has not been made, but green paisley fabric lies all over the living room. i have not been to town to purchase binding, tape makers or scissors.
so now, this sunday is just the resting point between two weeks of hustle and bustle. our sunday walk earlier, just Ava and I this week, was the perfect moment to appreciate the turning season, the beauty of this gentle city in autumn and the heady sun that seems to dance in her hair.