Wearing

I've been spinning out the last episodes of The Bridge. I don't want it to end but I'm grateful for the entertainment it has given me... Something that puzzles me in both that and this week's CSI is people inside at night with the lights on and nothing covering huge expanses of ground floor glass. I feel vulnerable without the curtains drawn in the evening and I live on the second and half (high ceilinged) floor. Mind you if there was a thirty foot person outside then I might well be at risk!

I give thanks for the 3D greenness of the really rather near young tree outside my window now covered in almost full leaves and the bigger older trees on the other side of the lawn showing in the gaps between them. I give thanks the for the wonderful range of iris colours in a garden nearby...all the blues and purples you can think of plus white, yellow and a sort of pinky green.

I give thanks for another sunny day though am a little wistful that various things kept me from being out in it more. I'm very grateful that one of those things was acupuncture and I feel slightly less frazzled by life.

I give thanks that despite the courier ignoring the delivery instructions and letting some random person take in (and keep so far) my medical supplies I still have some bags I can use and don't have to walk round wearing a washing up bowl. And I'm sincerely grateful that the bag I was wearing today didn't decide to randomly start leaking til after I was home and had relaxed with an ice cream.

I'm grateful that the Tesco man has been and I can just have biscuits for tea if I like. I'm so tired I might well do so!