Tues/Wed/Thur/Fri 27/28/29/30 January - will January ever end?

  Yeah, I'm being ridiculous, I know - Sunday will be February and everything with be different just the same. This week has been long and choppy and literally indigstible.

The last, because scleroderma can affect the body's digestion, making you prone to fairly savage heartburn if you eat too late at night, or the wrong food (creamy food, too much food, etc) later at night. Many years ago we started the pattern of proper lunch somewhere between 12 and 1, and a light supper around 6pm, and very little after then. The latest addition to the meds I (more or less) cheerfully consume everyday is something to be taken around 6.30pm WITH FOOD. In capital letters, stressed by the clinic. Or face the consequences.

BB has been to the dentist three times this week, for two different crowns, which means eating unreasonably early because the appoint was at about 1 (the dentist is an hour's drive away) or unreasonable late when he got back. I'm adding extra strong peppermints to the grocery order - by last night (lunch at 3pm, supper at ugh-I-really-don't-want-to-eat-again-this-side-of-Easter-but-I-suppose-I-have-to-eat-something o'clock).   

I 'merely' had blood tests at the beginning of the week and lung function tests in London today. 

Hence low visibility in blogger-land this week, both posting and commenting. I have had enough compos for reading posts, but not enough mentis for commenting. Sorry!

I have done some knitting... it has had its moments; when I wasn't paying attention (I think some bloke on the telephone was interrupting me to try as sell a complete refresh of our double glazing... I kept on saying 'But we've already but we've already but we've already' over and over again on top of his continuous patter until he stopped for a moment and I was able to complete the sentence 'got fairly new double glazing everywhere, good-bye'. I suppose I could have just put the handset down with a firm clunk. 

When I got back to the cardigan, I nearly tripped over this;

which I eventually resolved into this;

Since then I have picked up the stitches for the neck and completed it. Something isn't quite right; the picture shows a loose, fairly low neck line and this may well be a snugger fit round my neck, but I'm happy with that. Sleeves to add, and side seams, and dealing with all the myriad loose ends, and sewing on buttons. I'll be finished by Easter. You'll be able to see me coming alright!

This week, and next, I'm trying to limit myself to 2-3 'events' per day. Having a bath is an event, as is a zoom, or an outing, or going to my father's flat. Today's trip to London, walking up to the hospital, doing the tests, walking back to the car, stopping off for a late lunch and mooch around the gift shop and a breath of air at Polesden Lacey (National Trust) must count for half a dozen! We fortuitously took the wrong exit at a roundabout just outside Leatherhead, and found ourselves just 20 minutes away from coffee and a toasted sandwich. Considering it was 1pm, there was no need for discussion!

What bliss, to have a break from the noise of travelling and the noise of London. There were three most beautifully behaved dogs in the cafe, a delight to watch.

View through window of cafe

Now it's nearly 6pm, and like it or not, I will have to eat something soon and I guess BB is more than ready for something more substantial than soup. 

So, toodle-oo - and hopefully I will resume my normal hither and thither and here and there life very soon.

Oh, Lynda was first to ask about the book 'Maiden's Trip', so it will be on its way to Canada shortly. And the 2by2 stitching will also be en route for Norfolk!

'For Now I am Winter', omposed by Olafur Arnals, lyrics by Arnor Dan, performed by Voces8

     

   

 

Sunday/Monday 25th/26th February - energy slump!

Oh dear oh dear oh dear! Where has all my get-up-and-go gone! 

I am lamenting the lack of biscuits and chocolate in the house. I know exactly why this is - I ate the whole lot yesterday while I was flopped on the settee. Thank heavens the biscuit tin and chocolate o'clock tin were both heading for empty already.

A high spot of Sunday morning reading is the weekly newsletter from Jane Brockett ('the gentle art of domesticity' author, and creator of the persephone books posts). She writes on substack.

This Sunday she wrote on kettles, and this was one of the pictures she chose;

I love it, for it's casual, higgledy-piggledy character, both in the arrangement of the kettles and pans, and in the loose scribbly appearance of the drawing. 

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One reason why life has become the consistency of treacle at the moment is the weight of the form filling required for selling the flat. But today, frabjous joy, my brother came round (a three hour drive for him) to do last bits of sorting. He's found some paperwork mixed in with previous house and flat sales which is going to help, and carried everything away to hopefully fill in the gaps and sign them off. He'll post them back, we'll sign them and hand them over to the solicitors. 

I'm hoping I'll wake up all bright and energetic and ready to go-go-go-go tomorrow!

(BB has just walked round to the corner shop and come back with chocolate digestive biscuits... especially for me...)

I've not got nothing done... plenty of reading, hemmed some trousers, cut the too-tight ankle cuffs of my fleece lined leggings, ordered wool to finish the cardigan, tidied my sewing basket after finishing 2by2 

I don't think the pictures give any clues about my stitching!

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Does anyone else to read this book written by one of  the many young women who stepped up to take cargoes along the British canals during World War 2? It's a cheerful account of her experience; itsounds like a tough life. If it weren't for the fact that canals are, on the whole, relatively shallow, I'd say they were certainly thrown in at the deep end.

 If you send me your address in the comments I won't publish it, but I can stick the book in the post to you. 

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I got myself together enough to attend zoom church on Sunday. There's usually one phrase that sticks with me (it was an excellent sermon too which I'm still thinking about) and this time it came from one of the prayers, something about knowing,  or remembering that

'...in our weakness is His [God's] strength...'

it's certainly not by my own strength I've got through last week. 

Thanks be to God. 

Friday/Saturday 23/24 January - discombobulations and surprises

 Yesterday and today was were full of them.

 Yesterday was dentist day. Dentist afternoon, really, but it seemed to affect the whole day. 

It takes us 45 - 60 minutes to drive to the dentist  normally,  but BB had driven through heavy rain, half-flooded roads and three sets of roadworks for an emergency appointment on Wednesday and it had taken heading for 90 minutes. (He'd broken another crown on Tuesday, did I already say?).

So we allowed extra time, and found the rain had stopped, and the puddles had drained away, and only one of the roadworks caused any delays. We were half an hour early. 

Meanwhile we'd had a light lunch, just a toasted cheese sandwich, at 11.30 instead of a main meal around 1. It felt... weird. Are we getting too set in our ways?

The new hygienist obviously decided I was a fragile invalid and I was treated to the most delicate and gentle experience ever... not what I'd been expecting after my son had described her as having done an 'industrial level cleaning' when he went some months ago.

'You'll be fine,' I said to BB, based on my experience, as we waited for his turn. Half an hour later he emerged her the room  looking... well, looking as though he'd just undergone the industrial version. It's not that she's rough or hurts you or anything, but she was very, very, very thorough! Give me the delicate version every time!

I also had a checkup. The dentist has a new gadget, and scanned my teeth in such a way as to be able to display a 3-D image of what looked a set of false teeth on a screen. I have never seen such a set of crooked teeth, all overlapping and leaning against one another at crazy angles. Were they really mine? I suppose they must be!

We came home,  starving, and had a main meal at about 5 instead of light supper at 6. All - just - weird. Again. 

Still, that's me done and dusted for 6 months. BB is back next week for the crown. Or maybe a different one, I think there is an earlier replacement crown still to be finished.  I lose track.

Today has been blissfully quiet and uneventful, and all the meals happened as normal.

Apart from one major, important, joyful cause for celebration. BB's wedding ring slipped off his finger AGAIN about two weeks ago, and we had resigned ourselves to its loss. 

But this morning as I rummaged through the vegetable drawer in search of baking potatoes,  there, at the very back, was a glint of gold...

We rejoiced.

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Wednesday and Thursday 21st and 22nd January - John Craske, 2by2 stitching, Yo-Yo-and Yeou-Cheng Mar

 I'm finding it easier to blog every other day at the moment - I don't know if that will remain the case, or if I will manage to raise my energy levels at some point (when it stops raining, perhaps?)

Meanwhile - 

I confess - we watch an episode (or maybe two) of 'Antiques Roadtrip' most evenings during the week. Not the ones with celebrities, only the ones with the two antiques experts driving around from shop to shop in a classic car. The really interesting snippets are when they go off and visit a museum or stately home, and we get a five-ten minute nugget about a place or person or event.

Yesterday one of them went to see an exhibition of art by Norfolk fisherman John Craske (1881 - 1943). He seems to have been ill for most of his life, and when he could no longer go out to sea, started painting instead. When he was so ill he had to stay in bed, he turned his hand to creating embroidery pictures.    

He was almost completely unknown in his lifetime, which is a great pity because the paintings and embroideries are astonishingly good.

I expect Ang has seen his work at the Norwich museum.

Then, today's 'Persephone Post' item was - John Craske! 

The short entry for today mentioned this book which is going straight onto my 'Wantables' list. It looks like being exactly the kind of non-fiction book I like - rambling around the subject, taking a wider panoramic view. 

In other news - as I thought, I haven't quite finished the 2By2 two stitching (not due until 14th February!) because, after letting it lie for a day I decided to add a little bit more...

Ang and I have been wondering about these little squares. The orginal plan had been for another book cover, but then Ang blogged about 'the analogue bag'. That set me thinking. What I fancied was a small 'grab-and-go' bag with a couple of small simple craft projects inside, all complete and ready to go. My sock knitting bag is one such 'grab-and-go'. Maybe also a small lightweight book to read - poetry would be good, or quotations, or extracts from books just a few paragraphs long. Things I wouldn't mind reading several times over, and that really don't take long and can be easily interrupted. 

I do a fair bit of hanging around in waiting rooms and so forth (for example at the dentist tomorrow, when we both have inspections and sessions with the hygienist) so a 'grab-and-go' bag would be ideal for these kind of occasions. 

The upshot is that Ang and I are going to make up the squares not as book covers, but as project bags, and mine will become a 'grab-and-go' bag of pick-up-able and put-down-able things to read or make. It took a fair bit of to-ing and fro-ing but Ang has come up with a pattern. 

Watch this space - as they say!

And yet another thing - I saw this today...

 

Leonard Bernstein introduces 7-year-old Yo-Yo Ma and his 11-year-old sister Yeou-Cheng Ma to Presidents John F. Kennedy and Dwight D. Eisenhower at "An American Pageant of the Arts," on November 29, 1962. The purpose of the event was to raise funds for the National Cultural Center, begun under Eisenhower's administration and encouraged under Kennedy's. The prodigious duo performed the first movement of the Concertino No. 3 in A Major, by Jean-Baptiste Breval. Two months after President Kennedy's assassination in November 1963, Congress passed and President Johnson signed into law legislation renaming the National Cultural Center as a "living memorial" to John F. Kennedy.

Monday and Tuesday 19th and 20th January - obsessed

Monday wasn't my best day day. I started reading the forms to be filled in for selling my father’s flat. 

'There is nothing so easy that but that it becomes difficult when you try to do it' said Pythagorus. I wonder what theorem he was trying to prove.

Or

"Those that understood him smiled at one another and shook their heads; but for mine own part, it was Greek to me.”
 Spoken by Casca Act 1 of Julius Caesar

In other words I ground to a halt, had a meltdown, followed by a calming cup of coffee. Not my finest hour!

I got stuck into 2By2 stitching instead! Now, this was a different story. I spent Monday afternoon and all of Tuesday snipping and stitching. Monday saw my practice piece completed, and tonight I've finished the real piece! I'll let them lie for a few days and then see if I really have finished them. It will take me a while to clear up the chaos. 

Otherwise life has carried on, fitting in around the gaps in the sewing. I made what I consider to ge a lazy lunch; pasta with frozen veg added towards the end of the cooking time, and meatballs from the freezer, defrosted in the microwave and served with tomato sauce from a Lloyd Grossman jar. Minimal effort, but tasted good. 

I've cut off the dead flowers from amaryllis number 1, 

Amaryllis number 2 is growing day by day.

I'm still doing the balletbasedmovement exercises; that's two weeks and two days I've kept going. Will I get to the end of the month? 

Sunday 18th January - Sunday Morning

 Anna Lapwood;

You may be more familiar with this;

It's 'Sunday Morning', the third of the Sea Interludes composed by Benjamin Britten for his opera Peter Grimes.

I found myself in a fever to get out - to walk in fresh air, and see what was growing in the gardens in our nearby streets. 

As we slowly walked up the road towards the duck pond I heard the single bell in the church half a mile away, shortly joined by the sound of the full peal from the main church in town another mile further away. 

The church family has been a big part of our lives for over 30 years now. When my family all lived so far away so that we only net up a few times a year, the church family felt like an extra set of cousins, aunts and uncles, closer at hand.