Hours, days and months keep passing.
There was a time I had time for blogging, to take photos, and include them in
the blog from time to time in a relevant piece. It seems a very sought after
item these days.
As time gets tough, the tough get going
and I have had to cut down on some as the need arises. So I reduced my abode’s
by one moving out of the apartment on Gregory’s Road, at the end of August and
moved back onto the farm, to commute.
Not having had a vehicle at my disposal
since the fateful day in January 2011, when my only mode of transport was mowed
down by the Justice Minister’s convoy, it has been difficult to get about and
see whoever I wish to see. I am dependent on lifts and the whims of drivers. I
hope to have the use of a set of wheels shortly, but am not sure when that will
be. Perhaps before the end of the month, I hope.
On a day such as this marooned in the
office at 7 pm, after a days work, waiting for the rains to cease, before I
attempt the public transport commute back to Godagama, I decided I would spend
the moments fruitfully blogging a few notes.
Thanks to the walking stick the trek by
bus is bearable, as I have got a seat each time but once. On the journey from
Polonnaruwa, I had to stand all the way overnight by train once as the young
karate forces team needed to rest on seats! Sights and sounds of public transport,
the tight squeeze, the almost dangerous exercise of getting down, hoping the bus
will not take off until I have both feet on terra firma are parts of the daily grind.
Even worse the three wheelers that decide the journey to the farm is one, they will
not undertake as the road is broken up is probably the worst prospect each evening.
My leg is still not OK and needs more time
to get back to normal, despite my attempts at believing relief is round the corner.
It has its off days, but I have to work almost every day due to various commitments
and the days do get long as a result. The variety and the different circumstances
is what makes it interesting. Much of it is meetings in different parts of the country
and sometimes a day has six or seven different types of events, from laying a foundation
stone, to attending various ceremonies, danas, lunches and rallies, to meetings
and even musical evenings as part of the required diet, making for a return from
duty after midnight.
The date with the blog is what suffers in
the above routine.
