Brief accounting

Thursday July 12, 2007

I’ve been having a big re-think here these past few days, trying to work my way back to a balance of activity and idleness that suits and amuses me rather than my recent confused state.

Like many grasshopper-minded people I’m inclined now and again to get to a position where I have too many irons in the fire. When that happens all my time goes to turning and fiddling with them rather than getting on with what passes for my job in life. And then, following a pattern I know will work for me, I pull them all out, stack them in a dark, dusty corner, where they can rust in their own time and fashion, and go sit outside in the fresh air for as long as it takes to get the cobweb out of my head.

That process continues. I may or may not report on it when it’s done but I’m hoping the improvement will be obvious.

Other than that, busy, busy.

Sunday: cleaning. Not an in-depth cleaning but enough to make the house presentable for Graham’s return on Sunday night.

Monday: together day.

Tuesday: return to work day. Graham had been running the beginning of a stye (again) and we were of a mind that, should it not clear up overnight, he’d have to go to the doctor on…

Wednesday: back and forth from West Quantoxhead to Bridgwater, twice, to get the doctor visit done.

Thursday, that’s today: woke early to get ready for a trip out to meet up with some American friends, vacationing in England, who were planning to visit Taunton. Sadly, communications broke down yesterday while I was driving around Somerset, so they crossed Taunton off their list in favour of spending more time in Bath. Have to say I’d rather spend time in Bath than in Taunton any old day.

And that more or less brings me up to date once more. I’ve been labouring under a burden of arthritic pain in my hands these past few days and it’s climaxing today. Which is good, and bad. Bad because I’m in for an uncomfortable day even with the pain killers. Good because once I get through today the pain will fade away quickly and I’ll be able to get some stuff done.

Dolly the mega-cat is a furry angel when I have bad hands. I lay down on the bed to doze through the pain-killers and she snuggles up against my side all heavy and firm, then, so gently you’d not believe, she shifts her legs so’s I can slide my hand under the big furry warmth of her belly. One of the best treatments I know for swollen finger joints. And, furthermore, when I wake, it’s to find she’s slipped away without my even noticing. Next nap, she does the other hand.

There you go. A brief accounting, but adequate to the purpose.