a Pair of ducks turned up one day and parked themselves at the bottom of the tree just outside my office. They clearly wanted a bit of peace and quiet.
It was not a particularly good spot for them -- too much foot traffic. The next day ducks tried again before moving up into the flower beds. But after another day, they moved on.
I had to go and visit Mother in the nursing home.
The home was decorated with the intention of making everything seem normal. Her room was much like any hospital room, with plastic ferns and fireproof drapes. The chairs, resembling wrought-iron garden furniture, were also synthetic and light. I had trouble with the ferns. I disliked having to touch them to see if they were real. It was a reflection on my relation to reality that I couldn’t tell at a glance. But then Mother didn’t know me, either, which was a more complex matter than the ferns.
Quotation from: Saul Bellow Him With His Foot in His Mouth Penguin 2011 [originally published 1984]
