Eat Sort Dig
I have been thinking how if I were to write a book like Eat Pray Love, it would be called Eat Sort Dig. No travel would be required – everything I need is here within the confines of my domain in suburban Sydney.
I haven’t read it, but I have skimmed over Eat Pray Love when I have come across copies in op shops. In a few years, it and the Twilight series will take up whole shelves in the book section of the op shop. For now, though, they are still unfurling their tendrils, their blockbuster magic is still working.
Unsurprisingly, based on my brief scans over its contents, Eat Pray Love is not my kind of thing. I remember, years ago, Christelle describing the plot to me, telling me how it was the new hot book for women. I resolved to stay well away from it, although it has been hard to avoid it at times. But really doesn’t bother me particularly much – I live a life where I these blockbuster things are like clouds. They float over, but will always pass.
Eat Sort Dig is a rather more primal affair, with none of the complexities of praying and loving to complicate matters. The eating part is self explanatory. Does anyone really need to be told about eating? There does exist those people for whom food is merely a distraction, and indeed sometimes I feel this way myself, yet I am more likely to spend hours making borscht and dumplings.
The sorting part is something that gives me a lot of pleasure but according to some is a sign of insecurity. I am a bit of a hoarder, though I hate the negative connotations of the word. Why on earth is it bad to have a lot of stuff? Sure, it’s bad to have so many things that you don’t know what you have, and you have to squeeze past towers of things to get out the door, but this is where the sorting comes in. I am happy with a pile of papers, sorting them into categories. The scene I am looking at here as I type is one of organised chaos that would probably make many want to faint but makes me feel pretty happy. I know everything that’s in there! Much of it is of vital importance and very interesting.
The digging part is a more common pastime. I just went out into the yard and planting some sunflower seeds – it is (almost) the time of year for planting them! I didn’t have much luck with them last year, so this year my method is to chuck some seeds in and see what happens. Lavishing care upon my seedling resulted in them all wilting last year. They failed to thrive, but I wasn’t dissuaded.
Surprise! No one is interested in Eat Sort Dig! It’s just about me pottering about my house! I’m going off to look in the fridge and then search my bookcase and go out into the garden to pick dandelions. Au revoir.
Ps. If there’s one message I want you to take away from this aimless blather its for those in the temperate zones of the southern hemisphere – buy sunflower seeds now and plant them. Everyone loves sunflowers come summertime.