Some days I wake feeling half way normal, not quite so sure the other half of me always agrees so much though, it borders on near insanity.My life revolves around bribing my mind and body to cooperate and do what you ” Normal” folks do…like get out of bed in the morning, shower, clean house.
Monday…
I was infact up early for someone who didn’t finally go to sleep until around 3am ish,. When bright sunshine flooded in through my bedroom window, finding its way between any gaps in the two sets of lined thick red curtains . it always manages to claw it’s way through them somewhere. A somewhat dazzling glare prises open my very unwilling eyes, instructing my still sleepy cobwebbed mind, it’s time to get up!!!…zombified I go in hunt of the coffee pot (it’s a true weakness), flicking on the switch, before heading for a shower. I’m not in any way looking forward to it though this morning, I had spent most of Sunday night pushing my shoulder joint back into its Socket, although at the very last attempt it was to my relief finally staying in place, but remaining tender, this meant getting out of the big baggy bedtime t shirt was going to be a fun thing to do….π, I manage after much deliberation, determination followed by liberal usiage of many curse words,
Showered, dressed and two large coffees inhaled in rapidly succession, I do recall feeling some what human at least, the pain meds from the previous nights fun, by now mixing nicely with my large dose of caffeine,, sloshing through my veins, zinging up into my head which is now not only extremely wide awake,. but I’m thinking more wired in reality…it comes up with crazy supposed fun ideas, like let’s go for a run!!!!, come onnnnn we can do it!, noooo, ok let’s put Spotify on ear blasting mode then we could dance, or work out, yes let’s work out!!!!!, Paint the bathroom purple, πππππ My body on the other hand is not so impressed much less quite up for any of this total mayhem…I,m stood looking out of the living room window, it was in fact the most glorious of sunny mornings, So I threw my by now fizzing brain a compromise, let’s get our shoes on and walk, walking is our friendπ….
I really wasn’t up for this much activity in truth, but once I get started, the mild, sunny weather made me glad I had persisted,…walking my usual route just didn’t seem very inspiring, So I walk through a local field that had only recently been cut, it has a well trod pathway leading out onto a main road, I had all intentions of only going up to the end of the track and then turning back, ..I said that was my intention anywayπ
When I did reach the end, I stood a while looking about me, as I caught my breath, its while standing there I notice another pathway bending slightly right, not admittedly as well used as the one I,m infact stood upon, but what it did have were a couple of added attractions, I had only until recently been able to see from a distance. my mind made up, no matter how foolhardy I won’t be swayed, and I wasnt….π
I was not walking long, when I come across the first of what I had been wanting to see for months now..it was the most glorious tree, covered with Sulphur yellow coloured leaves,it contrasts spectacularly with its sharp yellow colour against the by now deep grey heavy sky, as always it was too late to wish I had bought my camera, I would have dearly loved to capture the tall elegance of the Tulip tree in all its glory…I stand a while beneath it’s spread out branches just looking up into a solid gold canopy of lushness, but before long I know I must make a move or risk getting a soaking from the ever increasing dark sky..it’s still a pretty day but the weather in England is not to be trusted π.
I walk along the winding track, the further on I go the more wild and unused it becomes, I am by now relying more and more on my cane, eventually the track runs out altogether and there’s now two choices, do I do the sensible thing and turn back orrrr, yes you’ve guessed it, keep going, the grass is now up around my knees(I didn’t have a handy Machete hidden about me eitherπ²sighs), there’s twigs, nettles, and All manner of things hidden away, plus the grounds very uneven, I’m feeling like Jane of the jungle, just without my Tarzan,(Not sure how my Tarzan (Jesse) feels about swinging from vines in a loin clothπ) but by now I’m even more determined to get to the end(it’s become a challenge)…It was indeed though worth the effort, Ive come across the second tree I had been wanting to see up close ….it too stands out amid the skyline, equally as beautiful as the first, But this has a deep reddish purple leaf, And has an amazing name, the Royal purple Smoke tree, (isn’t that a cool name), after this I’m soon back on track and it doesn’t take me long, to find a convenient gap between overgrown hedge rows from there into the park…
I slow my pace down as I note, I have for once the place to myself, not a fellow rambler in sight, this is a rare and most welcome treat, I don’t have share salutations with passing strangers, Grin maniacally at dog walkers, or hide behind lampposts from oncoming neighboursπ, No it was indeed safe to enjoy my own company,. And it’s not too long though before I find some mischievousness to get myself into, as I walk on, I see the children’s play area, free little ones….oh dear!π,
I just can’t help myself, before I can alter my thought pattern the child within is well out and truly making havoc, I’m sat on a swing, swinging like a thing possessed, and I don’t bloody care either!, I’m loving the breeze in my hair, leaning my head dizzyingly back, And looking up into the clouds, in those few minutes I’ve reverted from someone barely able to walk, to child, Weeeeeeee! I say upon each glorious swing, I’m having a ball, so much so, I’m not noticing the nurse riding her bike till too late, or the Grinning dog walker who appears suddenly out of the trees, his amusement obvious….I slowly get off the swing and leave the areaπ.
Wednesday …..
Another day begins, on opening the living room curtains, My wild child, delinquent cat, is sat waiting for food,(she’s always waiting for food, four times a daily ππ²π…before I do anything I open the door to let her in before she wakes the neighbourhood with her half starved yowling, wild yellow manic eyes stare up into mine…(swear this moggy is using mind control, With any more ado she sat looking expectantly at the draw I keep her food in, never moving just pointing in its General direction accusingly, “Where’s my food?” “your a second later than normal”, I do Madame,s bidding at once, grab the food, we go over to find her food dish, she winds about my legs in some pretence of actually liking meπ, (she doesn’t, the minute I put her food down she hisses loudly and turns her back on me) there’s no love here I’m just grateful she’s outside or I swear she would eat my face off in my sleep, ( I’ve seen the attack of the cat peopleπ)…..the
I come in grab a coffee and read the paper, but it’s not to long before something moving catches my eye, I feel a sudden stinging sensation, looking across to the site of the pain, having a marvellous free feast was a large cat flea, growing larger by the minute,. Now having been around animals since before I could walk, I know a thing or three about these wee beasties, like they can leap tall buildings π, read minds….how do they know when your going to go in for the death pinch?, no I mean how do they do that? . I’m sat still, not moving a blooming muscle, it’s tucking into me with a vengeance, I just begun thinking right move in for the kill Treez, when the bloody thing leaps right up into the air!!!!,
I know I’ve not got a cat in hell chance of relocating the little sucker, I am however itching everywhere, feeling crawling on every section of skin, searching my body every second for the offending runaway critter…I’m just about to go into the bathroom to strip. Bag up my clothes and shower, when strolling nonchalantly along my arm walks said flea, this time I don’t move, don’t think, blink an eyelid, I just move quicker than the speed of light!!!!, I do kung fo proud, I catch that little b in mid leap, ….without checking if it’s there, I hold it firmly between thumb and forefinger, I’m pinching that little dear like grim death, …we go out to the bathroom, I drop it into a watery grave(aka the toilet) and flush, there!!!!!! A nice burial at sea….
This was followed by a crazed day of, stripping off every cover from my bed, washing them in vinegar and lavender, all my clothes, spraying and vacuuming carpets, sofa, …my house was now spotless and smelling lush, the cat on the other hand was not so impressedπ, she’s since had flea drops, bless her hissing little heart, I narrowly missed losing an eye by a flaying claw and she’s giving me the evil eye, most likely plotting a slow and painful death for me, but it’s a small price to payππππππ….take care all and be careful out there ππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπ½π½π½πΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊπΊ
