Sunday, 22 April 2012

Since half the country was declared a drought zone it has not stopped raining!



I keep looking at the Mac as I wander through the house and wonder what it is for…
For so long now it has been the focus of my half life, that limbo time in transition but since I have been reading so many books and watching cooking programmes off the recorder it is starting to gather a film of dust even with Julie's increased use…
I don’t think I was really much good at the social media, wasted too much time trying to join in but few really interacted with an ancient old biddy like me no matter how many times I tried to make what I thought were interesting or witty comments. Now that we have regained our mobility we are finding ourselves out visiting more and more with live friends, best see them as much as possible while they are still alive!


Fang, ain't she cute

I perhaps over did my return to gardening, I spent a long time outside on Sunday cutting away easy to reach growth which I did not wish to compost myself but could get uplifted with the communal collection on Monday. My muscles really have wasted away and I woke with an ache in the shoulder and had a whole day of tiredness, this recovery is starting from a low level! Since I had not been to have my hair trimmed since mid December I should not have been surprised that I could hardly see what I was doing. I searched for one of the many elastic ties to hold back the world’s shortest ponytail but could not find a single one after my clean out when I went short… I made up a headband, felt like I was back into the early 70’s! 


Magnolias have all taken a rusty
 look after the frost

Sorted the hair problem with a visit to Sally but not before I did what I had feared doing and avoided for forty years. My auto pilot caused me to take the bridge into the city, thank goodness there are no longer any tolls but over three miles extra and into the hell of perpetual illogical roadworks at the other end before I arrived a few minutes late for my hairdressing appointment, reputation for punctuality ruined. Another visit to Aly had my eyebrows changed from hairy caterpillars to something more presentable, a bit of eyelash tinting to give a bit of definition since with no stereo vision close up I can never be able to apply any fancy makeup techniques...
After my operation I was given a doctors note to excuse me from work for twelve weeks, I guess I could have shown it to myself if the urge to work had come... The only requests came when I was unable to leave the house! I expect there will be a flurry of interest as soon as we leave for the south and my post op checkup… This enforced rest and the time waiting to leave after christmas has left my body in a weak and feeble state! Muscles have dissolved leaving soft fat in their place and as everyone knows muscle burns calories so if you keep to the same diet there will be a slow and steady weight gain… You have all been warned to take care!
With the un seasonal warm weather I was tempted out to start taking some walks with the aim to build up distance and stamina. I started with a walk to the lighthouse and arrived home refreshed by being out tired but ready to continue the next day. I should be so lucky, the weather changed from summer back to winter over night and it has been mostly cold and wet ever since. The urge is to get out and do too much at first, over three months is long enough to really set back your strength and stamina. Yesterday was frustrating having lost the pump connection to inflate the tyres on the bicycle I wished to ride, the old Moulton which I got from Louise last year, it may be forty years old but it has suspension! I gave up in the end and took the folding bike which I am considering taking with us when we go south. It is one thing riding a stationary exercise bike and another going out on the real thing. I returned from my few miles ride with frozen ears and ear ache, that was not all, my delicate rear took a beating from the rough road surface and it was back to a John Wanye  walk for a while.
Come the summer I will need some of my strength and energy back, with going round the garden slowly tidying up the winter dieback and pruning off excess growth all I hear is drip drip drip from countless leaks in the guttering on the roof, such are the joys of living in a house over a hundred and fifty years old! No lying out in the sunshine reading for me this summer...



We have a Clean car at last! Click and experience the thrill...

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Friday, 13 April 2012

To the lighthouse...


Remnants of easter brunch

Ten weeks ago I was just coming round from my operation, big gush of emotion as I read those first few words…
Recovery has not exactly been text book smooth but is now closer to being on schedule. Slight numb sensations at times and still some swelling associated with a deep firmness which is slowly reducing in size beneath the suture lines. Waste disposal gets better as the swelling reduces and interestingly urgency to go seems to have calmed down from my time with the old apparatus. I know there used to be something different down there unless it was just a very strange bad dream but it becomes harder and harder to remember just what and where!
After being fairly housebound for longer than expected I have been taking advantage of the new freedom to get out and visit friends and have also regained control of the food shopping and thrown myself into cooking again. Friends were great about making sure we were never short of food supplies but it is not the same as actually going and being inspired by what is on offer…
Just as I get more mobile there are school holidays and Easter making it difficult to get appointments to get me looking decent again. Four months since I got so sit down and chat to Sally my hairdresser has me looking very shaggy and hidden behind a long fringe, just as well so nobody can see the two furry caterpillars crawling across my forehead! All will be fixed by this time next week and I shall feel closer to beautiful.
This very sedentary life since Christmas has seen all my muscles waste away. With the loss of muscle comes the slower metabolism added to them having turned to fat… Trying on some summer clothes, trying to try on… I am about to see if I can sit on a bicycle saddle yet and if I can it will be the start of a daily ride on the exercise bike until the weather improves. For a while it was beyond wonderful for the time of year then one day I woke and thought the blossom had really come on only to soon realise it was covered with snow!
I have slipped so effortlessly into my new life the old is becoming a bit hazy. Just how much I have changed became clear just the other day whilst we were watching a recorded documentary about George Harrison. I have written in the past that the Beatles helped save my life by opening up the opportunity to grow my hair long unlike any other recent age. George appeared in every look from young schoolboy with a wild quiff of hair on his head to his latter clean shaven look. In the middle of the film he was suddenly on screen with long flowing hair and full beard and mustache, I was a bit taken aback, looked across to Julie and she had reacted too. For a long time that was my disguise and with Liverpudlian forebears perhaps helping we looked very similar! Little wonder that I used to look at an occasional reflection with despair, how could there be a woman under all that!? That was the person Julie fell for and has had to loose, little wonder she felt so sad. Great wonder that she has been able to accept and stay with the huge changes which have occurred. Not sure how I would have done it without her.
Hail is bouncing off the roof and we were able to sit out in the sunshine for lunch at this time just two weeks ago… I had started taking ever longer walks to build up strength and stamina and was looking forward to a daily walk to the lighthouse. Oh well, soon...

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Sunday, 1 April 2012

Two months on...

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On the first of February I was heading off south for my operation. Now two months on I am finally starting to come alive again as the little discomfort hardly makes itself known unless I am driving or sitting upright for any length of time and the slightly swollen area feels constricted. 
We have had a week of extraordinary weather with record March temperatures finding us sitting outside to eat then having to find hats to shield us from the fierce heat! I am not trying too hard in the garden, just a simple tidy up without too much bending or lifting. A neighbour’s garden help insisted on cutting our grass, here was a tough guy who I had thought would be finding my change harder than most to understand but quite the opposite…
Regaining control of the shopping and doing more cooking again has cheered me up a lot though I have to improve my shop technique since I have been indulging in so much fruit and veg which is not always available in out small town. Waistline has increased a little with the sedentary recovery period and too many visitors with biscuits… A month or so of clean vegetarian living should put me back on track.
Now that I have a follow up appointment date for Brighton thoughts have moved on to planning a short holiday visiting friends and family to fit in with the journey. Even a week ago I was too distracted to concentrate on these kinds of thoughts but as each day brings more improvement I want to get more out of my new life.
I nearly fell for the idea of buying a newly announced high specification camera and trying to resuscitate something of my old reputation but in the digital age. The medium has suited me for less serious records of our travels but to date I have never been tempted to print out anything, here was a machine which seemed to offer something closer to the standard I used to get from conventional photography. Still a hefty lump of a thing to carry about but not as much as my old cameras. If I sold off much of my unused equipment most of the price could be found. Thankfully nikon offered two versions of the same machine so I waited for the reviews to show me which one would best suit my style. Before any such review showed up nikon spotted that they had a high demand for the machine so published a stupid statement no better than “ my dog ate my homework” claiming that they had made an error with the price! It was already higher than in some other countries but clearly they thought that they could squeeze out a bit more from British consumers…
I could probably never make such a thing pay it’s way in an age where everyone is a photographer and it would be an exorbitant price to pay for a heavy toy which would get left behind most of the time and no doubt lead to a need for more hard drive memory and eventually a computer upgrade. As much as I now have nikon to thank for clarifying my thoughts I really dislike this latest of many irritating moves so my love affair with the brand is over. I am finding it surprisingly hard to find a really desirable more portable camera which would be with me most of the time but be under my control. Am I the only one who wants such a thing?

An icy blast has returned us to winter and indoors to continue reading a few more books.

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