Saturday, November 14, 2020


On Wednesday Lux told me on Facetime that I was the fittest granny she knows, and I felt ridiculously proud. 

Yesterday, however, I was a blob.

I woke up exhausted for no reason that I could think of. It was a bright and beautiful day, and yet I could not drag myself out for a bike ride or a walk. I have no idea why. Thinking about it now, it was like a refusal - like when a horse refuses a jump.

I emptied the dishwasher and put two doormats in the washing machine, and that is the extent of any kind of productivity for the whole day...unless you count emailing the printer to tell him which of the two Hugs cards I liked the best.

Hugs © Sue Hepworth

I planned to sit and read in a sunny window. In the morning! Shocker.

Then an unexpected parcel arrived, containing:

It was a present from Wendy. For no reason at all except that she loves me. What a dear girl. Her message made me cry. 

A jigsaw puzzle arriving on a blob day: perfect timing. 

So I sat in the sunny window and began a puzzle. I continued for much of the day, while listening to the audiobook of the new Victoria Wood biography. I didn't even have the motivation/energy to drag myself down to the village postbox, and Dave went instead.

Today I don't feel like a blob. It's raining and it's going to rain all day, but I'll be putting on my boots and mac and will venture out. Perhaps there'll be some gullies to clear. 

I'm trucking again.

I hope you have a good weekend.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I find your description of a horse refusing A fence, really helpful. There are so many things that I could do, I almost do, but I can’t quite get going. It is really helpful to know that it’s not just me. (As you know I am also limited by having my right arm in plaster, so my options are even more Restricted. Another three weeks Before the plaster comes off.) I am grateful for everything, your blog and others comments, which helps us to make sense of how we are responding to the circumstances we find ourselves, for humour, for beauty, for news of kindness and the smallest details which enhance a sense of community. Now that the Celtic advent has started, I hope the run-up to Christmas will be stripped of the gaudy and commercialism this year, and contain more kindness and hope. My chef and bottle washer, has made our Christmas puddings. Christmas cake next.
Greetings from Jenetta