“A VERY ARRAN SORT OF DAY AND A NOT SO ARRAN SORT OF DAY”
Once in a while a day comes along when the smallest things fit together and make a day to remember. Today was such a day. I started off making a tepee for my sweet peas and JUST managed to finish before the sky clouded over and the midges appeared in swarms (Bring on those midge guzzling swallows). I then went for coffee to Brodick Castle with my friend Thea and we sat on the terrace and took in the view, soaking up the sun which had reappeared. I was very pleased to walk from the parking place to the cafe and back without too much exertion. Small, slow steps of progress.
We decided to drive through to Claughlands Point, looking out over Holy Isle and King’s Cross Point with another micro climate of sunshine and sea breeze. It was like being in a spa with a view as Holy Isle was at its most green and summery with the mountain and the rocks taking second place for once. Now at home the sun is back and the air is full birdsong and my sweet peas are saying “thank you” for giving them growing space and space to climb.
Now I’m home to the Zen of housework and meal preparation, looking at the cupboard and the fridge to see what I can put together that will combine yumminess with healthy eating. No decisions so far. As I write, the sun is disappearing behind a great black cloud. No wonder the saying goes that if you don’t like the weather in Scotland, wait half an hour.
A COUPLE of DAYS LATER…
Yesterday was definitely NOT an Arran sort of day. I had an appointment at the Liver Transplant Unit in Edinburgh, which involved a ferry ride and 2+ hours in an ambulance on the M8 both ways. Things are stable which is a gift after 1 1/2 years but as always the visit shook the hard won equilibrium that I have developed in my daily life at home. My emphasis HAS to be on one day at a time and gratitude that I have such good medical care, but days like yesterday take some effort to put aside worst case scenarios and realist that we DON’T know in life what will happen from one day to the next.
Today was back to normal spending time in the garden and with my neighbours planning a trip to the theatre tomorrow night to see the high school production of The Importance of Being Ernest, one of my all time favourite laughs. We are also planning a party as part of the Housing Association’s 40th anniversary of sheltered housing. Everyone is contributing a page to a book about how their lives have changed over 40 years with photos to match. It’s great fun to discuss it, because someone always as a funny memory to share and everyone is from a different background.
So equilibrium is restored and the biggest problem is to hoover up half a packet of Niger seeds which spilled all over the floor when i was attempting to fill the bird feeder to try and attract that elusive goldfinch…..
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