My Saturday Diary. It was going to be a busy day around the
house and garden. Tomorrow is the big adventurous day. But as for today? I would wake up and have a burst of energy.
Something that doesn’t fill my bones too often. I look at people twenty, thirty
years older than myself in total envy. How do they do what they do? Where do
they get their energy from? Others much older than me seam to do so much and
still have time to go out and never sound tired?
The lovely lady I was with last week never stops. Her house
is so immaculate and homely and she does so much for charity as well as takes
care of her family who need her and she has time to meet with me and have a
great afternoon leaving me with joy in my heart and admiration how she simply just
does it. You know, just gets up each day and turns on the sunshine and chases
rainbows to find clouds but stays dry. She just gets on with life sometimes I’m
sure struggles but you would never know it unless you knew the hidden person.
Everyone has rain in their lives, whether or not they tell
you or show it is up to them and you to acknowledge the fact that all in their
garden isn’t quite rosy!
But some people have so much life in their world. Spark,
something, I’m so lacking get up and go right now and we are heading into winter
now so a long dark spell a head. How to lift ourselves up and boost our
batteries? Haha, I wish I had the answer, my brain mind whatever you want to
say, has that will but my body got lost about five years ago and I’m still
trying to find it. If anyone knows where it is, please at least give me a clue?
Last time I saw it, I was on an operating table in the theatre receiving my
last horrific operation which turned out so much bigger than what the
specialists hoped for. Since that day, things have not been the same. And my
body can only get worse, right? I mean, it’s hardly going to get better unless
my mind changes enough to really do something about it.
So Hub and I sorted the guest room out, pulling furniture out
cleaning and putting things back. Throwing out some things that had been laying
around for too long and washing skirting boards, getting rid of yesterday’s
dirt and earlier dust. I washed our bedroom window and windowsill and dusted
our room from top to bottom, then time to put the garden to bed for winter. No,
not the soil and weeds, but the garden furniture. So Hub packed up four chairs
piling them on top of each other then I carried them from our back patio to the
front garage, walking along the side of the house, passing by the weeds and
brambles coming in through the gap in the fence next door. Squeezing through
the narrow gate passing by stuff, just stuff on the side of our house. Avoiding
the nasty garden bin that Hub filled last weekend bless him. The sharp thorns
and roses he cut down, his hands still tell stories about that weekend. Sadly,
I think we missed the last bin collection for the year, so now we have that
awful bin for at least six months. Trying to go down the middle of the garage,
avoiding on my right Hubs exercise bike and rowing machine, on my left our treadmill
and the utility machines, not wanting to scratch anything with the legs of the
chairs. Now this job seams easy but when you can’t see, you normally like to
know what is in front of you and have your hands free to go along the side of
for example a building. My hands sort of speak were tied.
Hub had already brought his sun lounger wheeling it from
back to front. That now stands six feet upright at the back of the garage. Hubs
footsteps were heard coming along the side of the house, shadowing mine. I
asked him what was he doing? He said there was a fifth chair. I said, no, I
wouldn’t buy five? He said well, you have, unless I only stacked three? I
counted them and no, there were four, so I did buy five. Why? Then I remembered
that there were only five in the shop so I decided to just get them all. They
were not expensive and I got a discount money off with Teen working there at
the time.
Then time to bring the table around. Oh my… You have to
carry it miles above your head, well, OK not miles, but enough to get the giant
round glass top over the top of the seven foot fence to the side of the house.
I let Hub do that. He resembled a long stalked mushroom. Hahaha. Well in my mind’s
eye.
I swept the garage out before putting the furniture in and
swept all of our drive, discovering things along the way, like how steep our
front lawn is. I’m sure there is an ants nest and the grass is getting higher
and higher. If it gets any taller, alpinists will start to come to my garden,
as long as they don’t expect me to be their Sherpa
A cosy evening with Hub and a hot chocolate watching many episodes
of Victoria. A fantastic drama that we recorded to watch in bulk and bulk we
did. Oh it was great; I love things like that. History about our interesting
country. Because we are fortunate to have audio description I knew of the
colours and style of Victoria’s clothing also what her Husband Albert looked
like too. Gosh it was brilliant. They sadly had to bring hunting into it, but thankfully
that evil part of the show was about thirty seconds and over with. Though of
course in real life the aristocrats murder for fun.
Oh the food featured on the drama was delicious. Again, didn’t
reflect the amount of meat they would have eaten, more so the decadence of the
desserts, focusing around the
chocolate and berries. There were no moments of passion as
far as vulgarity is concerned. It was so romantic, innocent and left you
floating like a butterfly, rather than cringing and wanting to turn the TV off.
Just as I thought my knee was getting better, sadly tonight
is killing me again. Gosh the whole bottom of my leg is so sore like it’s
twisted. I guess because of the simple jobs I did today.
Well, until later with love and thoughts your way I shall go
for now.
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