Today we have something that is much needed for all sorts of
reasons. Something I have missed so much for the past six months. Something
that calms me down and gives me what I need. Something I really hope will stay.
Sun.
I used to say to my
Husband I would love to live in Sweden…. At this point I must tell you, I have
never been there. He always said to me, it’s too dark which I found so funny
coming from a person who is blind. But I know what he meant. Dark as in winter.
In those days we got seasons in England. Four per year. Now there are two. Winter
and summer. Last summer was really lovely we got five out of seven really nice
days in a week. But our winters are lasting half a year now. And they are truly
depressing just as I wouldn’t like all year to be full of sun. There’s nothing cosier
than to sit in front of a fire with the snow or rain beating down on our
windows. Feeling all warm and toasty and with the knowledge that there is a
glow from not only the fire but an orange lit lamp! But six months of it?
So, it’s 14 °
out there, I say out there as it’s not warm enough for me to sit in our garden
yet but here in the conservatory, it’s warm.
My Husband
is back at work he has had loads of time off because he had to use up his
holidays before April. I think he has only been at work eight weeks this
year. But now it’s all go. Into his new
roll loads more work for him for sure.
My Son is
in our gym… a messy garage. It really does need sorting out. Everything is too
heavy for me to move and that is the question, where to move it. It’s mainly
garden furniture and until we clean the back yard with the pressure washer, we
are not putting anything out there.
I’m going
to get my sitting room decorated at the end of the summer. I know this seems
crazy as we are not even the start of the summer yet, but the guy we are
getting the same one who did our staircase and landing, is fully booked until
then. Right now, it has wall paper which my Husband hates so it’s coming off. I
personally love paper. It’s homely but my Husband is practical and wants paint.
So, back to the dreaded paint shop. This time what colour? Well I have thought
and thought and as I have said before, I am forgetting colours and my idea of
colours isn’t my neighbor’s idea, and certainly not my Sons idea. Same name on
the tin but I get totally different descriptions. I realize that colours is
indeed a matter of visuality what the person sees, like art, you look at a
picture and depict what you make of what it’s meant to represent. I suppose I
only learned that since I have lost my sight and it didn’t come immediately.
If you
remember my kitchen, I wanted a very pail orange like a dish of orange segments
with cream poured over the top. Well, I got according to my Boy Wonder, peach
and my friend said nectarine and another said a mustard then we had banana,
lemon and finally mid orange. So, what the heck I have ended up with I really
don’t know and have learned not to care. The stress isn’t worth it. The best
and most complimentary description was it’s very Mediterranean looking. Sounds
nice, right? Haha,
So, I think
for my sitting room, I will go with what I call, a dark apricot. I have black
sofa’s and a black piano and the wood around my white marble fireplace is
black. So, I feel a warm apricot will look nice.
It’s just
getting it now. Stress dot com. I write dot rather than., because my Bloggets
who have screen readers wouldn’t get the joke.
What do you
mean what joke?
The start
of the year has been full of stress for us as a family. Firstly, with life,
then my Husbands job and now our Son. Loads going on.
Even down to a gift for Hubs Dad’s birthday everything I suggest
I’m told he won’t like, so everything my Husband suggests I ask him when will
he use that? I mean, he’s 80. He doesn’t really have hobbies apart from his
caravan. He was so grateful for something we bought him for Christmas, but we
can’t get him that again. It was clothing. He gets the same thing every year
from us. It’s practical and quite easy for us to get. A bottle of whisky and a
fleece jacket which he loves. It’s something he wears all ear. Until it’s time
to buy him the next one. Bless him.
I wanted to go and see him for his birthday but have been
told that’s impossible too because of well, stuff. So, I think a nice birthday
card will be sent.
My friends Husband who took ill last week is out of hospital
and he’s fine. And remember last year a lovely Blogget who had heart problems,
and she was so ill I really feared the worst, well she is doing amazing too.
So, all good there.
I’m going to attempt to write this love story today, my dear
friend Louise said she can’t imagine me writing this as she thought it would be
my autobiography that I would try to write firstly or children’s stories. Well,
hold onto that thought as it still could be. Personally, I can’t see me having
success with a love story, it’s so not me but as a respected author has asked
me to do this, I shall try as I trust him. After he reads it, he may be asking
me to scrap the idea. Haha. I love a challenge, well, a writing one.
I have a huge cut on my forehead. It’s so painful. I bent
down yesterday and hit my head off a worktop in my kitchen. I haven’t done that
for years. Well, two years. Again, that is something you learn. When you first
start to lose your vision it’s something that you do so much of. But now I have
learned a little more about the blind world and how people manage. I have
learned to listen for furniture for example. I know that sounds silly I’m even
learning to look out for open cupboard doors. There’s nothing worse than
walking into one of those especially one that is head height. The corner is
perfectly positioned to stab you in the face. If you are as tall as I am that
is.
Tips on how not to knock your head on something like
furniture whilst bending? If you can bend at the knees, this will keep your
head straight. Personally, I hear where the furniture is, but if you are still
learning that, then before you bend, put your hand out to feel how far you have
before you hit something. Then bend slowly. How do I listen for furniture? The
air changes. It becomes quieter. Or if it is tall furniture not to walk into
it, the air becomes warmer as in a cosy sound. Oh, it’s so difficult to
describe unless you start to really take in your sounds. If you have sight,
this is really hard to do because the natural thing to do is look where you are
going. It’s not that my hearing is better than someone who can see, this is a
myth, it’s just I use my hearing like you use your vision. If you are out and
about, and you are coming up to a wall, the wind or breeze will stop. If it’s a
tall wall. You will be protected from the wind. Or at least sound of cars in
the distance behind the wall.
If there is a parked car on the path, something I beg you
drivers to think about before doing so, as most times we have to go off the
kerb onto the road to get back on the path. This obviously is dangerous because
the on coming cars may not see me as the parked car is blocking me. But most
times I can hear when I am coming to a parked car as again the breeze only
blows chest level. Below that, there is no air. As the car blocks that. And blocks
any sound it’s weird now I’m trying to explain. You know when you start
something and you end up asking yourself why did you bother? Oh, shall I delete
all the above?
Naha.
My Son is talking to me whilst I’m writing this. All about
how much protein he should be eating per day and how many followers his friend
has being a vegan and his muscles how large they are right now… So, forgive me I
shall go and try to be interested in his conversation. When he talks to his Dad
they have interesting chats about the universe and politics. Me, I get muscles
and protein. He has just informed me he’s middle class because of his Dad. Hahah.
Well Hub will be happy to know that.
Well people write to me and say they enjoy insights into my
world, you have certainly got that today. I write as it happens. Smile. OK a
talk to the Boy Wonder and then some housework then cooking tonight’s meal and
finally I will try to write the start of my love story. Then I have an article to
write for an online magazine. Oh, and finally, my Son has asked me to think
about what to buy for his girlfriend for her birthday coming up in a few weeks.
But not what to buy from me, but from him? Hahahahahaah. His middle-class
upbringing hasn’t taught him how to buy gifts I guess.
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