You may have noticed a distinct shortage of crafty output chez Roobeedoo over the past couple of weeks. I have indulged myself in some brief lunchbreak web-window-shopping binges which I have shared with you, which have been inspiring but unsatisfactory. I would much rather be making than ogling!
The reasons for lack of progress are:
My day job has been sapping my energy, which is something I refuse to allow to continue. But I know I have at least two more weeks of high pressure to get through before I can resume a proper work / life balance. This is NOT negotiable. I WILL get my life back!
I was so tired yesterday that, when a difficult meeting finished early, I did not even consider going back to my desk, but got into my car and drove straight home. I got on my wellies and spent the last half hour of my working day weeding the herb garden. Go on - sack me! But let me just say that I was in early and home late every other day this week.
I mentioned that our immediate neighbours had added my herb garden to the For Sale description of their house? I spent three days in email exchanges with their solicitor about this mistake, plus the mention of the Bothy as a "shared stone outhouse". The Bothy used to be FL's daughter's bedroom. It is absolutely NOT "shared". We use it to store garden equipment and excess furniture... but nobody else should be going in there! I was really unsettled by the idea that they thought they could use it. That they had been poking about through our things. S's teenage posters are still on the wall from 30 years ago! The sales description has been updated, but I remain ill at ease. Sigh.
And yesterday morning we woke to a field full of cows. Our defences need to be strengthened! Border controls reinforced!
FL has been attempting a little golf. He managed 14 holes at the weekend. A farming neighbour (from the Big Farm) invited him to play yesterday - for the first time in perhaps ten years - and he felt he had to accept, so tried to conserve energy in preparation. However, 8 holes in, he managed to injure himself. Another "pulled muscle"? Again it is a pain in the rib-cage. Since his ribs are peppered with myeloma lesions, he is highly vulnerable to fractures and I am thinking the worst, as usual! However, since the hospital seems to view broken bones as an inevitable side-effect of myeloma, he has not sought medical attention. What would be the point? He would perhaps be given an x-ray and they would perhaps find a new break... but then what? It's not the sort of injury they can put in plaster.
But... FL is writing a book! It was his writing that brought us together in the first place and now he is making serious headway towards preparing a manuscript for publication. It is top secret! ; ) I know that I will be responsible for transcribing it. Right now, it is a mountain of handwritten paper surrounded by a Greek Lexicon, thesaurus, dictionary, maps and half a shelf of academic textbooks. Oh - and it is on my sewing table! Nooooooooo!
Hearing update: FL is number 31 on the waiting list to have hearing aids fitted. We have been told this could mean the end of October. So... NHS Grampian fit less than one hearing aid a day?! Fabulous.
POSITIVE OUTLOOK: THE VIEW FROM THE TOP
I feel like I have been negotiating a very craggy cliff-face recently.
I suffer from vertigo.
Right now, I am balancing on a sharp pointy rock trying not to look down.
I would very much like to take a step back and find myself in a sunny wildflower meadow just like the one in The Sound of Music. Open vistas. Space to breathe.
I haven't had the time or mental space to start anything new, but Seraphine is growing. I am more than half-way through the cabled back panel. That is a good feeling.
I have been losing myself in literature. Maggie O'Farrell has been my late-night peppermint tea companion. So far, "My Lover's Lover" and "The Hand that First Held Mine" are my favourites. The former is not as shallow as it first appears. She is a very clever writer. She knows how to manipulate language. Some of her quirky tricks delight me. I intend to go back and think about her techniques in more detail when I finish my latest read: "The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox". She makes me want to write a novel or two. But not just at the moment, if you will excuse me!
This weekend I will sew something. I really will.