Wednesday 13th April - A proper English Spring

 Springtime in Sussex is deceptive, tricksy. I wake up and look out of the window,  which faces south-east and so catches the light and warmth of the morning sun.

Then I wander down to the kitchen which faces north-west, and search out a cardigan. Not so warm after all! If I open the back door for some fresh air I'll revise my opinion some more and do up the buttons on my cardigan, right up to the neck. 

Cold wind not withstanding, we decide to go out; the sky clouds over in a instant and great cold drops of rain come pelting out of the sky... we go back inside, and the clouds disappear and the sun comes out... This pattern was repeated all through the day...

I did sneak out in the afternoon. BB had already set off into town to collect his wedding ring, now made smaller, and some prescriptions from the pharmacy. I just walked a short way up the road - there was plenty to see.

This rock rose is in our front garden. I love seeing how the sun shines through the petals

I noticed the contrast between the old and new growth on this tree;

BB and I got home at about the same time, just before it started raining again. Perfect. 

So, a short walk, but at least it was a walk. My step count will be well over 2000 by bedtime, maybe even heading for 3000.

Tuesday 12th May - a day off?

Yesterday I proved conclusively that it's the way I use my tablet that provokes my neck. I only used it for about 15 minutes and I was paying for it all night and all today, and felt proper sorry for myself.

I was so tired and droopy all day that I took things very, very easy and didn't brave the cold gloomy weather.

I did do a little drawing though; sitting at the dining room table to write or draw seems to be okay for short periods of time. 

My usual sunny good temper (?) was severely tested throughout the day; every sentence I began to write (including this one!) seemed to be subjected to a series of interruptions; a phone call from the architect, the arrival of the man to service the stairlift, a delivery, a pressing need to go to the loo, a question about this, or that... at one point I came back to a sentence in my 'notebook swap' after several hours to find to find the word 'Also', but what had I been going to write four hours previously?

I do know I was writing about Johanna Basford's Inky Wonderland colouring books. She wrote a book on how to create the pictures she makes. I lent my to a neighbour yesterday; now that she's on her own (her husband died about a year ago) she finds the evenings very long sometimes,  but said she enjoyed doing colouring books. I thought she might like to create her own pictures. 

That put me in mind of the series of YouTube tutorials JB released, 

so I found one and followed the step by step instructions. I've drawn these in the current notebook swap that I was having so much difficulty writing complete sentences in!

This last one is still in the early stages at the moment.

Johanna Basford makes it all so easy!

Normal walking will resume tomorrow!

Monday 11th May - plans, plans,

 

Here it is!

This is what we are hoping to achieve; an extension right across the back of our house, creating a new kitchen and a small living space where we can sit to eat at a small table, or relax in comfortable chairs looking out at the garden.

I've coloured the new part a pinky beige so you can see it. Nothing is to scale, but the extension goes out about 10 feet.

The old kitchen, which I've coloured blue, will have a generous section partitioned off, with a sliding door to save space. This is to become a level access walk-in shower, with grab rails and a folding seat, and also a loo and a hand basin. The boiler, with the washing machine underneath can stay where they are, outside the new shower room. The other side of the room can be shelves, cupboards,  drawers, whatever.

We want to have level access through the existing house, into the extension and on through to the new patio, and a ramp down to the left into the garden, for when mobility becomes more of an issue for me.

In other words, we want to 'future proof' our house. We've seen several families suddenly find themselves in the position where illness, disability, mobility has over-taken them, and their adaptations couldn't keep pace with the progression of the illness. And we've seen other families, where one partner gas been diagnosed with a progressive disease, whose early planning and home alterations made all the difference to how they could continue to live happily in their home.

We both felt that this was our chance to adapt our house to make my life, and therefore our lives, more comfortable for longer. Eventually, if necessary, the 'old' dining room could become a downstairs bedroom if I can no longer manage the stairs! 

I'm so excited, especially about a new kitchen!

I've never chosen a kitchen before; this one was here when we moved in nearly 45 years ago, and I doubt it was new then. We've been able to think about howe we cook, and how we use the space, and plan accordingly. The best thing about this is that the new kitchen will be installed before the old one is ripped out, so won't have weeks, or even months, of total chaos in that department.

Now we wait, for the drawings to be given the go-ahead, the drains to be surveyed, and a zillion other details to be slotted into their place in the plan.

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Walking; the forecast promised rain. Oh. So we drove to a huge undercover garden centre we've visited before, and I used a whole oxygen bottle up walking round, eying up the plants, closely examining a large patio shelter/shade, and giving our full attention to the delights on offer in the food market. We chose exotic snacks (no, not chocolate ants, nothing quite that bizarre, but Thai Tom Yum flavoured bites - definitely yum) and speciality biscuits and some tempting sausage rolls for supper - also good.

So I reckon I dd do a walk today, just not to the post box and back.

Sunday 10th May - Christian Aid Week

Our zoom service today was taken from the materials supplied by Christian Aid. 

There were a few things that caught my attention 

My part in the service was to read 'Fridah's story'. She sold food in the market that she bought wholesale to make a precarious living to support her children and grandson. If she didn't sell enough, she couldn't eat.

I don't think I've ever had to go without food so that my children could eat.

That was something to think about. 

Christian Aid has helped her by teaching her how to grow vegetables in a small space in cones; they create a tower of layers of terraces to make a water-saving way to grow a lot of veg in a small space

 Once I restart my veg patch, I'll give some thought as to how I might be able to use this method. It's like a larger, rougher version of a strawberry tower.

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Thirdly, one of the readings included this verse, Acts 17; v28

'for in Him we live and move and have our being'

I often think of the Holy Spirit being like pure air, in which we live and move and have our being. Rather like water for fish... without the water the fish cannot live, without air, we cannot live.

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I persuaded myself to go for a walk; I'd had a restless night last night so was tired and grumpy, and outside it was cold and grey and, horrors, beginning to rain.

'Go on!' I said to myself. 'Give it a go; if you can't get all the way round at least you've tried.'

(I'm constantly talking to myself...)

Stepping out, I was actually surprised to find myself energised by the fresh air after being indoors all day, and surprised myself by feeling energised, and without too much grit or determination did the whole circuit.

The verse came back to mind... in Him.... this Hy Spirit, this Breath of God, we live and move and have our being.

 

Saturday 9th May - election results, anti-doom scrolling book, walk

I just want to write a couple of words about the council election results.

Not one single news item has discussed tactical voting.

We've elected a Lib-Dem candidate, with 2020ish votes. The second highest candidate was Reform, with 800ish votes. The other candidates had about 950 votes between them.

I know that many people, us included, voted L-D  simply to make sure the Reform candidate did not win. I'm sure our area won't be the only one where this happened...  but do we hear this on the news reports? 

Moving on. I try not to let politics seep into this blog!

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On substack someone, I forgot who, is starting a club where you will receive every month a new, nicely presented laminated card, (or maybe a few cards, I wasn't to sure) with a short poem to memorise, interesting philosophical or 'life' question, a quotation or two, a riddle, naye a conundrum. 

The idea is that instead of reaching for your phone when you are waiting or bored or whatever, you take out the card and think about something on it.

I thought that was an interesting idea! So I've taken a spare small notebook

 and copied out some short poems and haikus, and a couple of quotes and questions;

There are a couple or more pages, but that's all. The notebook can live in my handbag, and I can add some more next month. I could also jot stuff down on the back pages as well if I wanted.

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Walking seems to take more effort each day, but I think that's because I'm doing better each day... getting a little bit further before I have to stop, for example. Maybe I now need to go slower, take time to enjoy the walk, and the sights along the way like this beautiful tree

rather than using all my grit and determination to make it to the post box and home again! More of an amble, less of a yomp!

Friday 8th May - cow pats from male cows and AI... chickens and a good read.

 Don't be put off because this article by the renowned knitting designer Kate Davies is, at first sight, about knitting. It actually has a lot of important things to to say about AI in general (plus some extraordinary and rather disconcerting AI generated images for the prompt 'lovely knitting').

Actually, the article is well worth a click just for the images; they are enough to raise the alarm bells on this whole ghastly side of AI.

There's a clue to the title of the article in the title of this post.

I read as a therapy after trying again to do cables in knitting. Perhaps different needles would help, that wouldn't split the yarn so easily? Or maybe a different yarn with a tighter twist? Maybe the needles were too slippery to be able to control the yarn? Or a different cable needle? 

Or perhaps just rip it all out, cut off the tangled bit and go and have a coffee. Perhaps cables shouldn't be attempted on days with a 'y' in the spelling.

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I'm playing 'yarn chicken' with one project; the solution was to start the next ball of yarn, searching for a section which had an approximate colour match. Now I can relax.

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BB and I are both playing 'oxygen cylinder chicken' with the daily walks. This morning I did a stock check;

2 full and 2 quarter-full cylinders in the hall

1 three-quarter full cylinder in the dining room for use in zooms

2 full and one empty in the shed

 I need to reserve three for meeting up with a friend for the day on Monday - I'll probably only use 2, but it's always better to have some contingency.

So today I carried a quarter full one and BB a full one; by the time we got home mine was empty and his was just over half full.

Tomorrow I'll carry the other quarter cylinder and he'll carry the one he had today - there should be about a quarter left.

On Sunday I'll carry that one, and he'll take the three-quarter cylinder from the dining room; if it looks like we're going to run out, he can stride home, fetch one of 'Monday's cylinders' and rescue me. I wouldn't have far to go; if I just sit on someone's garden wall, turn the flow rate down and wait I'll be fine. That's how you play oxygen cylinder chicken; just as in knitting, going faster doesn't make the yarn or the oxygen last longer!

The big mistake today, I think, was going for the walk too soon after lunch. I'll leave it a bit longer tomorrow! Also, I had a shower this morning, and that's always a bit of an energy-sapper. 

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I've just finished reading Barbara O'Neal's books, 'The Last Letter of Rachel Ellsworth'

It's a good one; food, world travel, mysterious back stories revealed as an initially mismatched trio journey together, two with their own personal tragedies to overcome so that they can begin to live their lives again. Plus ghosts...