It’s been a funny old day. What was planned wasn’t quite what happened but there we are – that’s life!
I was up early in readiness for my little yoga class to fulfill my challenge for June, and I managed to creak my way through it. I had planned to do my normal class with Jaime at 9.15, too. However, John had a medical consultation at 10.00 and, although he said he’d be fine on his own, there was just something that niggled away at me enough to say I’d stay at home and be there.
I was pleased I did because, although it was a pre-op assessment, there were lots of questions that needed both our heads to find the answers. This is all in preparation for a biopsy on the prostate at the end of June. The assessment took quite a while and afterwards our heads were buzzing full of what’s involved.
John had started down the route of consulting those in the private medical arena but thought now he didn’t need to go ahead. I wondered whether another discussion, face-to-face with someone might help, so he’s cancelled one and stuck with the other. We’ll see.
This morning my head was also filled with anxiety over a poorly cat. Shadow has not responded to the thyroid treatment he’s been taking and is as skinny as a lath. The vet had advised me to go back after a couple of weeks anyway, so I booked up to see the vet at lunchtime.
The vet was straight with me. Investigation is needed to find out what is going on with Shadow’s mouth – but the anaesthetic could bring on a heart attack. Or, examine him under duress – which could bring on a heart attack. He’s a very poorly cat. On the other hand…… ‘if you want to go down the (euphemistically-called) RIP route, I’d support you’.
Discussions to be had with the boys methinks. After all, the cats are theirs…..
This afternoon, John went out to visit his friend Hobbo and left me to my own devices at home. Honestly, I thought my strings had been cut. I wafted about for a bit with a million and one jobs to be done but, without the impetus of John behind me, I wasn’t quite so motivated.
In the end, I got a chair out of the shed and sat in the sunshine sunning myself for a while, communing with the Universe. It’s the first time for a long time that we’ve actually had sunshine.
I got on then, after about half an hour, to do a few bits and pieces before John came back and then we both sat out in the garden in the ever-receding-behind-a-cloud sunshine. Nice.
Meanwhile, the plasterer has been here all day putting up the plasterboards. He’s worked hard and has nearly got them all up and fixed. Tomorrow, the final boarding, then the beginnings of the skim…..
This evening I went to my prayer group and was pleased to be in the company of bright, intelligent women. We had a good discussion and I came home uplifted but with plenty to think about.
Michael popped in this evening to see how Shadow is doing, had a cuppa and stayed for about half an hour before shooting off home again. Paul had popped in earlier in the day to pick up a credit card he’d left behind, and we spoke to Andrew on the phone this afternoon. Can’t be bad – all three sons in one day. More nice.
I have mostly ignored the goings on in Parliament and the repeated ‘let’s draw a line under…..whatever the latest issue or scandal is’, but I am aware of the bleatings of the Prime Minister’s friends, which seem very shallow to me. I may be in the minority here, but goodness me it feels like a horrible, sticky little mess.
Susie Dent’s Word of the Day? It is ‘struthonian’ (1960s): one who ignores unwelcome facts and buries their head in the sand. From the Latin ‘struthio’, ‘ostrich’. Ha!
Take care everyone. God bless. Let Him carry you.
