This Past week, in between sofa sagas, friend catch ups and space from work I’ve had time to think and to ponder.
Now it’s time to return to work with all of its disciplines and routines and all of the ponderings have to be put back into action.
Words are nothing
Actions are everything
The easy objectives have now been achieved .
My nest is feathered the way I would like ; I have survived full time employment for exactly a year now And mentally I’m on an even keel with friends and pastimes filling the void that was husband.
And so I can now concentrate on my weight and my health.
It’s time.
I’m a comfort eater and drinker
Behaviours learned from some family that never had anything and from others who couldn’t cope with anything.
Feeding others also gives me pleasure
and when you are feeding others invariably you are feeding yourself.
It’s also easy to let things go when your tired and 58 and you don’t like yourself very much.
Divorces don’t do a lot for your self esteem
Especially a divorce you didn’t want.
But people do pull themselves up by those proverbial bra straps and when you are smiling again, there’s time enough and space enough to get yourself physically well again
And so it’s back to work. With healthy lunches and supper already prepared at home.
There’s no gin and tonic when the ritual of blog replying commences
And there’s an effort to reverse that patten of late night film watching where books are now being read much more than re runs of zombie box sets are being watched.
It’s time
Does that make sense?
So I will blog today about Paloma Faith’s “ Better Than This”
And more importantly about Master KG’s “ Jeruselema ”
Which is a bloody joyous song
And is one I will be dancing to in the Cubana Bar in Sheffield , some day soon
The remit of the living room make over was simple
I wanted it to be cheerful, eclectic, less vintage and more me
I think I have ticked the brief even though the new carpet will have to wait
Just after I took these photos I let the dogs back in.
Dorothy remained stubbornly in the kitchen. Mary went up to her window seat in my bedroom and Winifred marched into the living room to give the new sofa a good once over.
Moments later I followed her to see if she had started to kick the new cushions around the room, but instead she just sat upright and beamed me a large very wide grin
Just beyond her, and situated right in the centre of my new Ikea rug
Mrs Trellis was right
The bindweed white trumpet flowers have covered the hedgerows West of the village in their thousands giving the impression that there is a wedding afoot!
It’s all green and white! Quite stunning
It’s been warm and sunny and I’ve only just noticed the floral display at dusk when I popped to the shop for some cooked chicken
My new sofa arrives tomorrow so I have been busy today putting together a new industrial strength carpet cleaner and then knackered myself out sucking out over fifty containers of rancid brown liquid from the carpet which now resembles its original beige colour
Dorothy has gone into a mental decline because Affable Despot Jason came round earlier to help me remove the existing sofa.
She doesn’t do change and is presently lying miserably under the kitchen table in a frightened sulk.
The empty gap where her old sofa stood has unnerved her and she refuses to enter the living room.
Winnie just snorted at the removal and kicked a couple of scatter cushions around the kitchen in devilment
Mary went out with Hattie and her mum. Velvet Voiced Linda texted late asking for the street wardens to check in
21 texts thundered in over the next hour
He turned up complete with pinky blinder hat, blazer and with hips like a snake
He has been living with a rare form of cancer and looks fabulous darling
He tickles me as I always feel as though I’ve had an audience with Joan Crawford after I have seen him.
We all need friends like John.
Arch, and without a trace of self pity he has been an inspiration to everyone when it comes with living with cancer
“ I’m not frightened of dying” he said munching on a sausage in Brown’s Cafe this morning and I suddenly had the urge to kiss him on the forehead
I’m proud of him, I suddenly realised , proud of his sassy strength and chutzpah
Jane reminds me of Helen Hunt in the movie As Good As It Gets.
She has warmth in bucketloads and is a free spirt locked away by Covid and circumstances and we are going to Rome together as soon as things are more normal
She interrupted breakfast briefly by insisting to pay for her part in last night’s excesses in All Bar One. In the envelope of money was a hand crafted embroidered heart
Mike is the placid one.
He is pleased with simple things and a simple life and has changed little over the thirty odd years I have known him.
He bought a 600$ jacket from New York twenty years ago and never wears it Out
Later today I will be home
My second home
I will be in Sheffield
I’m staying in the Leopold Hotel which as I recall used to be offices and before that a school
Rooms are cheap, thanks to Covid.
And as well as rooms I’ve booked a table in a local cafe and a bar and another at a cafe for breakfast.
Each table a meet with friends
Happy days
Alexa what day is it ? Ohhh it’s Thursday? thank you I had forgotten What am I doing today?
I’m drinking from my bucket of coffee having a think about this
After a dog walk I think I will clear my driveway of weeds and then clean the car
Nothing sparkling ,
Just satisfying .
A courier driver has just dropped off a package
No more glorious scotch eggs I’m afraid
But something quite special nevertheless
Four 1950 American diner coffee mugs!
Years ago I bought one on a trip to New York
And I loved its curves which always reminded me of one of those classy American Art Deco bathtubs
I loved that mug, which sounds an odd thing to say given the fact it was only a mug,
But I did,
And when I smashed it , during one of my dyspraxic attacks
I cried like a baby.
Now I have four replacements
FOUR!
given my dyspraxia , the law of averages seem to be on my side
Hopefully I will always have one functioning mug
To lovingly cuddle every morning
What inanimate belonging do you love?
I’d be interested to hear
