Blog Orientation

I have neglected this blog, and on my occasional visits steered its subject matter unintentionally away from the Hill O. As an atonement for this editorial abandonment I have composed a poem, which speaks to the imbalance of chores as they are sometimes divided up between the residents of the Hill O:

I can't do many things at once, I can do one.
But doing isn't the same as being, or as seeing.
I can see you and me being together and
That is a thousand things at once.

I am going to do the ironing (ha! likely!),
Or the washing up (even less likely!),
Or perhaps do nothing very helpful -
But all the time I'm seeing you and being me.

I know you don't know it, but everytime
You smile at me, or gently reach out and
Ask me if I have lost my mind playing FIFA:

My heart jumps in my chest and my brain
Is flooded with warmth and I feel like I'm
Flying when I'm sitting still.

Someone so beautiful is setting great store
By the one thing I can do. Even if I haven't done it.