“JUST ANOTHER MONDAY”
The lovely summer sunshine has disappeared behind a very grey sky and we’re just Scottish enough not to be sure that she’ll ever come back, or was that it for this year. The rhythm of the day was subdued after the exuberance of the weekend, but it had it’s own pleasures as well. Insulin and I are getting on famously after a rough start and I feel ever so much better as sugar levels gradually come down to be replaced with energy. Long may it continue!
Every other Monday we have a lunch club in the house prepared by Michael who is a fantastic chef. Today he had made a colourful salad with my favourite cooked beetroot, new potatoes, egg, cheese and pineapple chunks. I couldn’t finish it. I welcome this chance to relax and chat with my neighbours and keep up with all the local “goss”. I really cherish the combination of sociability and solitude that living here brings and care when something goes pear-shaped.
The afternoon was about rest and recovery from the recent upheaval of hospital. I’m re-reading Barbara Bash’s lovely illustrated journal of seasonal retreats called “True Nature“. I came across it in the Elliott Bay Book Store in Seattle when I was last there. It was Christmas and my birthday and Simon had flown out with me as a last-minute break before his final exams at university in Aberdeen. The sun was shining and the two of us were exploring the downtown area when we found the book shop and I found the book.
When we got to the check-out he bought the book for me, so it has triple-quadruple meaning in the memories when I read it.
Today is the anniversary of two separate significant happenings in my life. In 1963 I graduated from Bella Vista High School in California, one of many turning points in my life. This year is the fiftieth anniversary reunion and I look forward to hearing what has happened to the others in the that class, though Facebook goes some way in bringing people together.
The other significant June 10 was in 1956 when my Grandpa died. He was so much a part of the first 10 years of my life and I have such fond and funny thoughts when I think of him. He was a chiropodist and masseur and knew a lot about alternative remedies and today the smell of lavender, arnica and birch leaf oil takes me back to his room instantly. He could bring the swelling down on a sprain in no time and was always someone to go to if you needed him.
Of course when he was in his final illness we were not allowed to see him as this was considered no place for children, but I felt the process by the behaviour of the grown-ups and I was kept up to date on events by my 15 year old cousin who was considered old enough to be allowed “in”. Funny how much we underestimate children’s ability to accept and cope.
Here’s hoping for sunshine tomorrow so I can get back out to my pots and plants and work on that much needed intake of Vitamin D.
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