Thursday, 19 July 2018

Keep young and beautiful

It's your duty to try to be beautiful...on the inside of course, from where you see the beauty inside other people! I give thanks for this video with a few reminders of the diversity of packages beauty comes in

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/uk-england-london-44872098/trafalgar-square-catwalk-for-body-positivity

I give thanks for knowing I need practice at seeing the good in others. We are all of us a mixed bag, and in some situations can be lovely and at other times, or to other people, maybe not. I give thanks for remembering the film Crash which portrayed this so poignantly.

I give thanks for making a sarnie to eat in the sun on my way to do my chores whilst watching the holiday makers trip by. One young couple were carefully teaching their little girl how to cross the road safely...and also how to feed seagulls chips! Then there were a pair of mature men who passed me declaring the town OK for a day visit but 'You wouldn't want to spend a week here'. They were wearing shorts with short nylon socks and leather slip on shoes so we can all be grateful they weren't staying long...

I give thanks for picking up a parcel of tasty Middle Eastern treats posted from Bob in Yorkshire and for Jenny very kindly driving me, my shopping bags and some empty boxes up the hill.

I give thanks the BT engineer who disconnected my line when fixing someone else's believed me when I told him and went back up the pole to put it right so I can post this... and for falling asleep on the sofa when I got home so my seized up fingers could unlock enough for typing and making my tea...

Wednesday, 18 July 2018

Day tripper

Yay! I'd thought I might need a duvet day today but I got as far as a dressing gown... I give thanks for no one around to give me a dressing down over lack of effort.

I give thanks my joints hurt a lot less than I thought they might but I had some bad cramps in my legs in the night so I was sorely tired and stumbling and staggering about this morning until the muscles stretched out and calmed down. I give thanks for sitting down with some knitting until after a few rows my hands went into spasm...and I give thanks for then giving up and having a little nap!

I've been longing for a bit of a holiday from household tasks (when you're single it's pretty much always your turn and when you're not well it's pretty much always hard work) so I give thanks since Rachel washed up after I cooked tea on Monday, I've not really done either chore. I give thanks I have lots of mugs and plates and for lots of tea and toast...plus a mixed plate of heated up assorted leftovers for lunch.

I give thanks for reading local councils are going to let more verges grow for the wildflowers and the bees. I hope they stop weedkilling the inner edge of pavements too -  I love the poppies that spring up there and they could spend the money on something better. I give thanks I'm wise enough to know they probably won't!

Tuesday, 17 July 2018

Home on the range



There should have been a photo of an enormous kitchen range to accompany this post, but that one didn't come out so well so have a hydrangea from the nearby gardens instead! I give thanks we met a lady who was saying how good they were so we went to have a look...

I give thanks after yesterday's mega rest I felt up for a coach trip today. It's been some years since I've been on one and it was interesting to see the ifs and buts that put me off would be offset by the relative convenience of to and fro...and I have to say the jury is still out! I give thanks it turned out to be a passably pleasant way to spend the day though whether I would do it again would depend on how much I wanted to spend time at the destination relative to how long it took to get there and back. Today, including a stop off for a fish supper at Mima's and a lift up the hill afterwards I was out for eleven hours and that's quite a long time to take to visit a National Trust property I wasn't much bothered about either way, but there are so many things I'd like to do that I can't it seemed a fine idea to see if I would like to do something that I can. I give thanks for giving it a go...

I give thanks for the fish supper and the lift home, and for Mima to furrow brows with at others' conversations. For not getting rained on and for surviving the aircon chill of the coach. For seeing some fascinating well preserved/restored kitchens and preparation rooms, and cosy quarters of privileged staff. For the beautiful and remarkably youthful voices of some rather mature ladies from a local choir singing in the church. For a robin coming to share our lunch. For being back home with my very swollen foot up on the arm of the sofa and some leftover cake to eat!


Monday, 16 July 2018

Love is the drug

Well, love fifteen in my case obviously! I give thanks for the tennis season temporarily taking my mind off long running problems..
and for comprehendng a 'problem' is not a situation but a construct of the mind.

I give thanks for trying (as ever) to be more equanimous. The serenity prayer is a good rule of thumb but sometimes the wisdom to know when you should go for more courage and when to retire gracefully can be in short supply. Today my most obvious problems have been pain and fatigue so I give thanks for retiring from pretty much everything else for as long as possible to try not to make them worse. To some this may seem uncourageous...but I figure they're people who can take Ibuprofen and really have no idea. I give thanks I accept when catch up time comes a nonday may seem in retrospect unwise, as anything undone will be still awaiting my attention but my goodness me I needed a rest!

I give thanks for doing only the most essential tasks mostly revolving around hygiene and nutrition. For washing up and cooking tea during forays into the kitchen for cuppas and toast, and when I needed a change from lying in bed for lying in the bath!  My knees have been particularly mardy so I give thanks Rachel is coming and I could ask her to check for post. Coming up the stairs yesterday I was acutely aware of every single one...

Sunday, 15 July 2018

Light my fire

I wish that I spoke seagull. The ones round here have been extremely vocal the last few days and if I knew what the different cries meant it would be interesting, not just a not very attractive noise! I give thanks for them waking me up today though as I was fast asleep until well after nine...

I give thanks that Mima wanted to go somewhere because otherwise I might not have got out of bed, and wasn't sure I'd not make it down the stairs. I was very sore and stiff about the joints so I was very grateful she was up for picking me up and dropping me off at home...and I was able to pick up one or two things I wanted including a second pair of the cheap comfy pumps I got last week.  They have elastic in so fit even when my left foot gets bigger throughout the day...


I give thanks I also found another can of the good paint so I can give this lamp another coat sometime as well as some other bits about the place. I am most pleased with the transformation so far...

I give thanks we planned to stop for tea and cake on the way back. The quirky cafe up a hill has been relentlessly remodelled though so, apart from the view, it's really rather generic looking now and (shock horror!) they weren't serving cake... We did share a delicious starter and pudding tho!

I give thanks I'm hungry again as this means somehow surely I'll find a way to get up and get in the kitchen soon.  After running slow for most of the day I've completely ground to a halt. I give thanks I can just lie here and consider my options for a while...

Saturday, 14 July 2018

The wheels on the bus

Of all the wheels my wagon is losing the one that causes me most distress is the (metaphorical) steering wheel by means of which I used to amble off to places on my own. I give thanks though sore and stiff this morning, I also suffered from great claustrophobia and wanderlust because the need has to be pretty damn great to overcome the obstacles and inertia..

I figured I could get to the bus stop, but there's not a lot of choice of buses you can get from there and I really wanted, if not adventure, at least more novelty than the same old routes and destinations. I give thanks for perusing maps and timetables (always fun!) and finally deciding the best I could come up with was a cup of tea at a slightly different seaside and possibly buy a new lampshade for my newly sprayed lamp base on the way home...

I give thanks for resolving to make the best of it, to try and get a sense of being away from it all a few hours of this unpromising material...and I give thanks for succeeding too!


I give thanks for tea and a pastry outside a strangely (but very pleasantly!) deserted cafe, for an equally unusually almost deserted beach backed with sparkling sea, for a brook swimming with fish of various sizes and a man taking a snake for a walk...round his neck, not on a lead ! After that I was quite worn out, so I give thanks for a long rest watching the end of the second men's semifinal in front of a big screen in a small park with handy shops, loos etc and patches of sun and shade.

I give thanks the match ended when it did as walkabout cramps were setting in and I didn't want to jump up shouting four letter words which is what I do at home. Instead I bought an ice cream plus aforementioned lampshade and made it to the bus stop at just the same time as a bus back. I give thanks for making it to the sofa before I fell fast asleep! All I need to do now is to find a way off it and into the kitchen to get some food... I may be some time...

Friday, 13 July 2018

Whole lotta shakin' goin' on

Ooh, I give thanks for one of those rare and precious conjunctions when I feel whole and well and free of pain for a couple of hours! Nature abhors a vacuum though (unlike me - I am so pleased with my new one!) so of course I had to do something to make myself tired and sore again. It was late so it had to be something at home and quiet, so I decided to have a go at spray painting a lamp base. I give thanks for managing to rig up a protected but ventilated area with my folding screen and dustsheets... and then I couldn't get the lid off the can. Anything squeezy, turny or pushy is likely to cause problems - toothpaste, pill bottles, knobs - but squeezy and turny at the same time often times defeats me utterly.  Eventually I succeeded but the nozzle came off too and whether that was the problem or (despite shaking the tin so much I'm surprised I didn't take off on my bingo wings)  I just wasn't getting the product liquid enough, but it might as well have been real cast iron inside rather than just a textured metallic effect. I could get a sort of jet stream sometimes, but never a spray and mostly nothing at all. Oh well, I give thanks for giving up packing the vacuum box with jigsaws instead...

Today I gave thanks for still feeling relatively human so getting a few more jobs done while the going was good. For trying a different sort of paint with much more success. I still can't get my hand in the proper position to push the button, but I found I could kind of squeeze the bottom of the can against my tummy to assist with grip and one lamp base now looks quite nice, though the other will only really do if it's behind a plant or something...

I give thanks for a fair stab at bustling about until it was time for curling up for a watch of the tennis...plus a bit of a siesta or two. Five hours and we're still only on the first semi final. I may be some time...
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