Sooooo, how’s it all hanging folks …. a little bit to the left maybe?? I’ve had a couple weeks of “Oh wow’s” and “Oh No’s!”, each of which is met with a “Meh” of philosophical resignation.
As some of you saw, an author commented on my review posts of his books and offered to send me hard backed copies as a thank you souvenir … definitely an “Oh wow”. I suddenly felt rather responsible for my words, well you never really think about who is reading your ramblings and how it may come across to them personally. Sadly I had to decline as my Muscular Dystrophy has depleted my dexterity and strength for comfortably holding books, turning pages etc, so an “Oh no” … but the meh, did little to placate the disappointment.
The guy I work a web site for is coming to the Uk for some special gigs with his Dad and he wrote a lovely email to me, inviting me to the gigs, free tickets and back stages passes. Another “Oh wow”, I was touched to be considered for the generous gesture. Buuut, yeap my Muscular Dystrophy means I cannot just up and go and it has fallen at the time of year when there is no one who can haul my arse on a trip like this, the deflating “Oh no” put me in a mooch for a couple of days. The philosophical meh, belying the disappointment.
I have been having some lovely snuggle duvet time, either at night reading kindle or in the morning, just resting and day dreaming … lovely …. then I get up and the back ache starts and the arm cramps begin and all that has been left undone can be left no longer. Painkillers are of no help.
Had a narrow escape from disaster in the bathroom a couple of weeks ago. The foot came off the adjustable leg of the stool I use in the bathroom and nearly pitched me to the floor. It took quite a feat of balance to shift my weight and shift the three legged tipping stool to the loo where I could then stand up. The foot is irreplaceable and a new stool will cost about £50+, so I am wondering if I can manage without the added height, dare not try it but will have to, hair needs a wash. But I did win a £5 note in the slot machines.
I had planned to spend next week finishing my family tree research, I have two people that seem to have dropped off all records from 1911 and had a spark of determination to track them down but no, something else need more urgent attention.
Since sending out my resignation letter no one [other than the two directors] has made any comment, nor offered to take on any aspects of the three jobs I do. The new owner the flat near me had given the wrong number flat to the water companies [mine], so they closed my accounts and sent his bills to me! Took a few phone calls to explain, No I live here, he lives there, no I have not moved, no I don’t own his place, he is just the idiot who cannot remember his ow address. A second flat went on the market but the owner/landlord sort of absently forgot to let me [as Management Company representative]that he had placed it up for sale,nor that he and his family had moved to Aberdeen! Well a buyer has been found for that one, so now it will be paperwork for the solicitors, a mere 50 pages or so. Blow me, if another flat has not gone up or sale! And a further one might be once I can trace who is handling the owners affairs [he has been taken into elderly care].
Up, down, up, down, up, down, such is life.