Daily Archives: July 14, 2013

Hot hot hot hot hot

33 degrees today, apparently. No wonder I don’t feel very inclined to proceed at great speed with my plans for the day.
The boy is away for a week and my plan was to focus on the flat.
DUring the last term it has deteriorated and deteriorated as I have quite honestly had no time at all to spare for things like housework or even tidying up a bit. Sounds like an excuse, I know, but I’ve been working 15 hours a day on average and I’m afraid things like eating and sleeping take priority in the free moments at times like those. But now I’m free. Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. So I planned to do something about it.

So far, not so good. I’ve discovered something else that I’ve been missing the opportunity to do – it’s having a social life. That and work (see another post still to be typed). I’ve been out for coffee and cakes with a friend I haven’t seen in ages, I’ve been out for a meal with another. This morning I’ve been to a picnic at church, yesterday a picnic at my new workplace. Tomorrow I’m off to visit my Goddaughters and sit through a Local Preacher’s meeting in the evening. Tuesday night I’m out to my second BBQ of the week. I’m at “work” all day Tuesday and Wednesday. So time is running out.

Needless to say, my concerted efforts thus far have extended as far as pulling everything out. My bed is covered, the bedroom and lounge and hallway have disappeared under mountains of “stuff” in the process of sifting and sorting, together with a similar mountain of charity shop potential. The dustbin is full to overflowing. And I have an ironing mountain which is so high I’d need breathing apparatus to reach the top. Ironing? Good grief – it’s too hot for ironing!!!

Trouble is, now I’m running out of time. I have no spare minutes Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday, and on Wednesday the boy returns, which wouldn’t be a problem except that he is bringing my brother with him to stay for a week. Which, of course, means that this evening will probably be spent shoving everything back into a single cluttermountain once more.

Glue Two

I realise now that the last time I blogged was when they were planning to glue my brother.
This week he comes down to visit again for his final angiogram, six months after the gluing took place. He is driving down. He was declared fit to drive and, more to the point, fully fit to return to sea should he so choose, without any of the restrictions he was expecting. He’s been declared no more likely to suffer a further stroke than any other member of the general population of his age.
The gluing was a success – all the blood vessels that were tangled and malformed in his brain have been blocked off with superglue and the blood has found alternative healthier routes to circulate through. Only one minor problem. You know how careful you have to be with superglue? You know how, if you squeeze the tube too hard, it squirts out and attaches itself to things it should attach itself to? Well, that’s what happened. The glue squirted out just a tiny bit too fast and got on the catheter which was delivering it to its target – the gluegun. So for the rest of his life, my brother will have a catheter glued in, running right from his groin to his brain cell. Apparently it will be absorbed into the wall of the arteries and won’t cause him any problems. SO there you go! He just has to stick with it!
The only after effects of it all are a slight slowness in his speech when he’s tired or stressed, an awareness that he has to take things slightly more easy and not get overtired, and……… miracle of miracles…… his resolve to reduce his alcohol intake has been heftily influenced by the fact that his sense of taste has been completely altered. He no longer actually like the taste of the stuff. He craves sweet foods, which is really unusual for him (and not actually awfully helpful to me when he comes a-visiting and brings chocolate and expensive biscuits to share – well, it would be unsisterly to refuse, wouldn’t it?)

It’s meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Yes, here I am, back again like a bad penny.
It won’t be a long post seeing as I’m just getting ready for church.
But there may well be a few posts on their way, mainly to record for my own benefit the way God has been influencing my life just lately. Oh, and to introduce Millie.
It’s going to be interesting going to church this morning.
All through my life I have supported one particular charity through the church.
Today is the Sunday dedicated to a celebration (and awareness raising) of the work of that charity.
The charity is amazing. The work they do is second to none and a very large part of me is still proud to know that it arose from my Christian denomination (now no longer directly linked) and that I have been involved in the invaluable work they do, both as a fundraiser and as an employee. This is the part of me which I need to focus on this morning, and hand over to God the other bit of me.
At least I can go today secure in the knowledge that working for this charity when I did was God’s plan for me at that time, and that my new job is clearly God’s plan for me right now.
So, do I wear my charity t-shirt for the first time since I left? 😉