Should I blog or should I nap? I haven’t got anything to say, yet I have a world of things that are champing at the bit to be discussed. I am tired, but then, I am always tired, and I have my walking group in an hour, so I probably wouldn’t get much napping done anyway, as I would fret about not waking up in time and missing the walk. Last week I missed the walk because I was engrossed in splitting sword sedge plants to grow up for next year’s revegetation. This excuse was met with nods of approval, as the group I go with are all mad greenie conservationist gardening types. I would look like a complete arse if I failed to show again, but had to explain that I was NAPPING.
But. I wish I wasn’t tired. Because it is demotivating, and my thoughts can’t collect together properly. I want to talk about the thyroid issues in more detail, and I want to share what I have learned so far about the surrogacy option, and where we are leaning at the moment in terms of choices. But it all seems to overwhelming and hard. So here are the kind of snippets I can manage right now:
- How do people blog every DAY? Where is the time, the energy, the wherewithal? I am jealous.
- This week, again, is cold. I am not enjoying the suffering this brings, in the form of cold induced urticaria (hives) and wish the warm weather would get its skates on. The bird bath was frosted over this morning. Brrr.
- I have a LOT of gardening to do, and hope tomorrow is fine, so I can get on and do it. Apart from splitting sword sedges, I have split my saffron and repotted my blueberries. The truffle inoculated oaks are in, but the logan berries and fregar peach are not. I have many a path to make, in order to keep the weeds down. And I have some primula auriculas to sow (that should have been sown about three months ago!). Then I have to finish netting the plum tree, the peach tree and the berries, before the parrots discover the blossom and peck it off. Bastards.
- My rhubarb crop of three plants is going insane. This week I have made rhubarb ice-cream, vanilla ice-cream, and a vanilla/passionfruit/lemoncurd blend. THAT was sensational.
- I have been generously bequeathed season 2 and 3 of Dexter. Can’t wait to sit and stare mindlessly at the screen for hours a night, lost in someone else’s fantasy world. Is that wrong? More virtuously (but only marginally) I have just finished watching series 4 of Grand Designs. The design aspect makes me long to design my own home. The build aspect makes me loath to build my own home.
- My new haircut is now almost 2 weeks old and I have yet to take a photo of it. Shame on me. I’ve gone back to pixie-ish/Amelie/very short bob style. I much prefer it, even though the difference is not startling.
- I have a pair of guests this weekend (DH’s friends), but DH is on call and I am already booked to spend all Saturday at a fire prevention workshop. Oh well. Them’s the breaks around here. They’ll just have to amuse themselves. I hope they eat rhubarb ice cream.
- I have begun a yolates (yoga x pilates) class on Tuesdays. Core strength, lots of ab work. I need it. Flabby guts. Seriously, though, my posture creates a lot of my back problems and I need to start not only being more mindful of ‘netural pelvis’ etc, but also doing the work to lengthen and strengthen my quads and hip flexor muscles, while building up my stomach and lower back muscles. Otherwise I will continue to have sway back and it will continue to hurt.
- My body aches from all the yoga, yolates, weight training and aerobics it has performed over the past two weeks. It always hates the first fortnight back at exercise after a long break. I’m looking forward to the part where it actually feels GOOD. Hopefully coming soon…
- Time to put on socks, shoes, and walking clothes. Don the hat, but waive the sunscreen. Fill the camelback with fresh, clean, rainwater. Slip into a smile that belies how tired I feel, and join the merry band of 60-somethings traversing the countryside. [I can often hardly keep up with them. So embarrassing].
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