Friday, March 30, 2012

10 things

I always paint my toenails, even in the winter when they are hidden in socks and boots. It makes me smile to have pink/green/blue nails, even if I am the only one who sees them most of the time.

My favourite comfort food is eggy mash - soft boiled eggs mashed in with potato. I think it's unique to my family, I never heard of anyone else having it, and when I talk about it to other people they look at me strangely...

I have a love/hate relationship with blogging. Mostly I really enjoy it, but lately an insidious lack of inspiration and can't be bothered-ness (are they the same thing?) has been creeping over me. Sometimes my life doesn't seem worth writing about... 2012 is proving a bit of a challenge, so far.

I was married last year to the man I wish I had met twenty years earlier.

I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, which is a constant challenge. I have to consider my energy levels in everything I do, and mostly I can't do very much. I have been pleased recently as I do seem to be improving slowly over time, but recently it was suggested to me by a doctor that it may just be that I have the impression I am getting better because I am managing to pace myself energy-wise. Thanks for that, doc.

I home educated my son from the age of eleven onwards. it was a wonderful experience and if I could go back I probably wouldn't even send him to school in the first place. 

I can wiggle my ears. Not sure how useful that is, except for amusing small children. 

I don't believe in evolution. Or the Bible version of events, for that matter. Not sure where that leaves me, I am still figuring it out, but there is no way I am related to a monkey ;) 

I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. 

My hair is very grey. It started before I was 30, and my roots now are mostly white. One day I am going to embrace the grey and be one of those wonderful white haired older women - just not quite yet......  

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The Truth

The tumble drier has broken, the expensive bird table I bought doesn't fit together properly, a combination of high winds and the weight of next door's huge ginger tom cat destroyed my new mini greenhouse so bang go my vegetable growing plans, our gas fire isn't safe to use any more, the central heating packed up, the car has acquired yet another dent, another puncture and a broken headlight, my left knee is playing up, I am having pains in my right leg and hip that require constant ibuprofen (not that they are getting it, as the tablets upset my stomach), the skin on my face has decided dry and flaky is its permanent new look. I have white roots so bad I resemble a skunk, and we had no internet for almost a month.

I don't know where the first three months of this year have gone. I spent January and February feeling fed up and generally blah for no apparent reason, then in March the Gods decided to give me something to really be pissed off about (see above: that all happened this month!) Lately it's been easy to get so caught up in just coping with day to day events and catastrophes that I am starting to feel like my life is kind of whizzing by unnoticed. I have been thinking about why 
I started this blog. I wanted somewhere to write about the places we visit, the things I do, the random thoughts that are on my mind from day to day. I am far too lazy to be bothered keeping a regular diary or making a scrapbook, so a blog seemed ideal, but this year I haven't written much at all. Not much blogworthy stuff was happening, I thought. Not a lot of sunshine and flowers. 

There will never be some wonderful day when all the chores are done, everything is fixed and working perfectly at once, the house is nicely decorated and tidy and the sun is shining. But for now, the central heating and the internet are fixed. The car soon will be, the tumble drier and the gas fire, eventually. I will colour my hair this week and feel better. The bird table will remain wonky, the birds won't care. My little yard won't have those vegetables this year, but for now I have hyacinths and daffodils. 

These are the days of my life.