Although we had an exciting day yesterday which lifted our spirits, we still feel very tired. It’s not as though we are doing any heavy jobs at the moment, it’s just the ‘same old, same old’, that’s getting to us. And it’s a struggle to stay cheerful and positive all the time – that takes an inordinate amount of energy. We don’t seem to get interested in anything much, even though we know that there is still plenty to be cheerful about, if we only looked. But I am hoping that, if the weather is better again next week, the sunshine will help.
I was embarrassed this morning, therefore, when we chatted to Graham and Gail on Skype, that I yawned my way through the whole two-hour conversation. It was lovely to see them, the conversation didn’t flag at all as we had plenty to talk about, and even Mum joined in, but yawn I did – no matter how much I tried to stifle the darned things.
Being Sunday, I had intended to ‘go to church’ and then stay afterwards to ‘Zoom’ in for coffee with everyone, having enjoyed it so much last week. But I didn’t get ready early enough to visit the on-line service before we were due to meet up with G & G at ten o’clock. And we were so busy chatting that eleven o’clock came and went. Then I made a conscious decision to stay talking to them, since we don’t see them very often. So church and coffee went by the wayside today.
After our chit-chat, we decided that today would be a day of rest. “Let’s catch up on a bit of TV viewing,” I said, as I scrolled through the numerous programmes we’ve recorded. Rona had suggested we might enjoy ‘The A Word’ so we settled down to watch that. In fact, we are very much enjoying it so far, but it’s quite a hard programme to watch, witnessing the family coming to terms with the diagnosis that their son has autism.
Other than chatting and watching TV, we have just drunk cups of tea and eaten good food all day. Mum thoroughly enjoyed her roast chicken dinner this evening, and she always surprises us, polishing off a whole, piled-high plateful, and then tucking into pudding.
John has also relaxed today – or, at least, he hasn’t really done many jobs. He did tinker with the headlining on the Lotus, but found he was thwarted again as he needs some bulldog clips to hold the thing in place as he stretches it along the rods. He had hope to use something else, perhaps something he’d got to hand here in the house or in his ‘man-shed’. But he soon came to realise the error of his ways as the little Lotus sniggered at him and said, “Nah, mate. Bulldog clips are what you need….” The bulldog clips are on order.
In terms of mood though, John is feeling a bit low. I don’t know if it’s because I am not so perky either, but he’s started shaking his head at the dinner table and wondering what it’s all about again. Oh dear. I mean, I know he does have cause to slide down into the abyss because he is still coughing well and feels less energetic that he’d like to. But he is strengthening his body really well at the moment doing some exercises and keeping interested in the car. I am hoping that these factors will keep his mood light, and that hope will hover on the horizon for him again as the sun shines next week.
I am always hopeful. So, once again, I hope that the unrest we are seeing everywhere will result in a more positive, kind and honest world once it is over. I hope that evil doesn’t come out the stronger. And, of course, I continue to hope that the virus will b****r off. Fat chance of that just yet though, I think.
At 5 o’clock yesterday, 1,326 people were confirmed as infected with COVID-19 and 77 people have died in all settings, according to the government figures. The NHS reported 16 deaths for the same period and confirmed 46 for the day before (5 June 2020).
I offer you the figures for reference and consistency, but we are not really sure how the counting is done or how accurate the numbers might be. The slowing rates of infection and deaths may not mean much though, if the recent unrest gives the virus a ‘whoopee’ moment and it gathers pace again. We are still in jail here….. but one day, one day……. as I say, I live in hope.
Charlie Mackesy says it all in one drawing……. and my heart aches.
It is hard that the easing of lockdown and the chance to meet in each other’s gardens has coincided with the return of cold wet weather. It feels as if a much needed glimmer of hope has been snuffed out.
Lock down just got tougher. You are not alone in your weariness.
Still onward and upward. I hope John’s health (both mental and physical) is able to weather this storm. Hang on in there. I love you both xxxxx
Thank you Dawn. We love you and yours too and are so grateful for your friendship xx
You’re not on your own in feeling wearied by the situation. It’s also frustrating., to see those flouting the guidelines which could cause a spike and a reversal of the guidelines. The weather is due improve which will lift our spirits. God bless you both.
Yes, lots of people are feeling a bit bedraggled by it all, aren’t they? Thank you for your prayers.🤗