Jeanne Ellin: The new year music of vixen and drills

Banner with Jeanne Ellin's quote

The old year turned without my help and I slept through fireworks and serenading drunks only to be woken in the un-named hours by the urgent mating cry of a vixen.

fox at night
She succeeded last winter and spring saw her using our lawns for midnight playgrounds for her cubs. Her calls were succeeded by the bubbling chatter of the birds as a gentle easing into the new year.

The endless building works continue with a few days’ grace for Christmas, We have had new storage heaters fitted which begin the day with a very noticeable gusty breath at 6am. A two-man team removed both patio doors and my kitchen window over two days. A very cold and draughty time.

The kitchen works involved a charming young Welshman perching dangerously on my kitchen worksurface with the intention of working through lunchtime. I had to explain that I needed access to make lunch as I am diabetic and low blood sugar causes me to behave erratically (usually to sing very cheerfully). So we narrowly avoided that disaster and the young man’s bum colliding with my curry.

Their haste left a 12-inch long gap round the frames where the pink foam filler had not quite filled. This was plugged with several rolls of toilet paper and the wonky fitting and gaps should be made good this week. Then we only need the water boiler changing and the inside work is done.

Several outer layers of insulation are yet to be slapped, smoothed and pounded onto our outside walls before the
scaffolding will be dismantled…

I have noticed the great variety of sounds a variable four-speed drill can produce, from castrato shriek to Jericho -felling bass and wonder if any composer of contemporary music has utilised this versatile instrument.

See also  Loneliness has degrees: I am not starving

My greatest wish for the new year? SILENCE.

My resolutions? Take a short course online. Amnesty do one on refugee rights, so when my computer problems are resolved that is on my to-do list.

About Jeanne Ellin

I am a poet working at living a creative life in a one room flat, companioned by a menagerie of chronic health problems. I began this series of posts after being inspired by two women younger than myself, who, fearful of their imagined old age spent in ill health and poverty, committed suicide. I explore every year as a bonus of adventures, with moments of discomfort or fear, but with unexpected treasure to be found - helped by a sense of the ridiculous, a world perspective and creativity.