Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist)

Welcome. Come on in and choose what you would like to drink. Tea, herbal, coffee, hot chocolate or perhaps a glass of water.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you this has been a week of packing boxes. I have almost packed everything we won’t need for six months and taken it to the storage shed we are renting. We have also sold a whole heap of stuff that we will no longer need in our new place. We really are downsizing. It’s a good feeling every time something walks out the door. I have also had a bit more time to write and visit, which has been fun. In fact I feel as though with spring turning to summer that I am returning to a self I recognise. Let me tell you that is a nice place to be. My feet, although not yet fitting into many shoes, are giving me less pain and I have tried dancing in the shower. I don’t think it will be long before I return to the floor. I have to find some flat shoes that either lace up or have a strap across that also have a sole that is fairly smooth. Then I can get the boot-maker to apply some suede to the soles and there will be no stopping me. I’ll be tripping the light fantastic in clodhoppers.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you there is a new Times Challenge where you can respond either in a post of your own or in the comments. This one is about dressing up. Do you remember dressing up as a kid? Perhaps only on halloween or perhaps at other times? We’d love to hear your memories. I also had a blast from the past when Charli’s prompt was to write about flying monkeys. It brought memories flooding back of Little Miss Baker the space monkey and I had fun creating a story from my memories (plus a little research).

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I’ll be thinking and watching with great interest your election in America. On our television here they are predicting riots whoever wins and I sincerely hope that doesn’t happen.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you I spent this afternoon at the concert at my mother’s retirement village. They presented songs from here and there. Most were Scottish, Irish or English and a couple from Wales, United States and France. I was overwhelmed by the level of emotion I felt from some of the numbers (all old like my Mother) and the piano rendition given by the pianist. Music truly is a powerful medium.

If we were having coffee I’d say it is over to you. How has your week been? What books have you been reading? Any good films?

Thank you Diana for hosting coffee.