It’s been
an awful long time since I wrote anything on this blog (some 15 months). I’ve
scribbled the odd ‘reflective note’ (and even some prose – although never very
successfully) in various notebooks.
I’ve just
started reading Jonathan Coe’s book ‘Bourneville’ (published in 2022)… a novel
arising from his own childhood growing up in ‘the Midlands’ (and including
references to his mother Mary, born in 1934) and the life we’ve lived over the
past 75 years… including such things as “the coronation and the World Cup
final, royal weddings and royal funerals, Brexit and Covid19”.
In my own
75th year, I’ve become far more aware of my own mortality(!).
Although I still enjoy good health, my body has started to ‘wear out’… I need
another hip replacement (I now walk with a stick and my mileage has become
severely reduced); my hearing and sight reflect my old age (I now have 3-monthly glaucoma eye
checks); I need to wear ‘medical stockings’ all the time to reduce problems
associated with varicose veins and the like; my hands shake on occasions; my
teeth are falling out.
My world
has definitely shrunk. I no longer drive (although I still have a licence, I
took a decision to stop driving some 6 months ago)… I depend of public
transport to get around (coupled with my frustrations of not being able to walk
any real distances). I’ve become quite anxious wherever travelling is concerned
(not helped by numerous rail strike days and cancelled trains – resulting in
being unable to reserve seats etc)… having to depend on timetables and arriving
in good time! I currently don’t have a passport and I no longer yearn to travel
abroad or embark on exciting adventures. Basically, I’ve become very boring.
Very
unusually, I’m also finding myself comparing our lifestyle (and sense of
adventure) with some of our friends/family… for instance: Alan+Lesley taking
perhaps 7 holidays a year (perhaps 2 or 3 of which are abroad); Robin+Sue
spending perhaps a third of their lives in Spain (and, when home, gallivanting
around the country); Dave+Sarah recently returned from Oberammergau Passion
Play in Germany and are currently in Italy on a pilgrimage.
On top of
this, I’m still in a spiritual wilderness (which has perhaps been the case for
the past 3-4 years?) – so much so that, last November, I decided to take an
indefinite sabbatical from attending church services while I endeavour to wait
for this period to pass. 10 months on, nothing really has changed (I’ve been
one afternoon ‘service’ at Saint Stephen’s… which certainly didn’t inspire me).
The fact
is… that I’m a quite boring person! My adventures seem to be limited to:
reading, bookgroup, sketching, cinema, urban sketchers and Blokes!
don't stand so close to me...
Just a series of random reflections compiled during the coronavirus crisis. March 2020
Friday, September 8, 2023
Friday 8 September 2023
Monday, May 2, 2022
Monday 2 May 2022:
It’s been a
long time since I wrote a ‘reflection posts’… but I thought do so, just as
something of a diary note (because I end up forgetting key details of stuff!).
Moira’s
been struggling a little after going down with Covid.
I think she
first tested positive on 7 April and didn’t test negative for 13 days (20
April). Although her symptoms weren’t severe, it was something of a
debilitating experience – headaches, tiredness, aching limbs etc. She
self-isolated at home accordingly. Even after ‘recovering’ (over the next week
or so), she lacked energy and on the few occasions she ventured out (eg, the
pharmacy and Wilko’s), it left her exhausted… and would often ‘go for lie down’
to recover.
At various
stages recently, she’s been struggling with her sciatica, hip and knee pain and,
clearly, this hasn’t helped her recovery.
She’s never
been one for lots of exercise(?), but it’s a shame that she contracted Covid
after having enjoyed walking around the harbour (complete circuit) twice within
a couple of days… and felt ‘good’ about having done this.
Over recent
days, she and I have taken very short walks to the harbour (home-Capricorn Quay-Broken
Dock-cathedral-home)(the length of the walks being restricted at her request).
She’s never been a fast walker (slight understatement!) but, in recent days,
she’s been walking very slowly.
Her
situation hasn’t been helped by a slight delay in getting her medications from
the pharmacy (and she’s been somewhat anxious about relapsing back into
depression).
Moira is
convinced that she has the first signs of Parkinson’s Disease (and I agree with
her)… and so, quite naturally, is anxious to know the outcome of the
forthcoming hospital appointment… and, if confirmed, to know the implications
(medications, timescale, physical and mental implications, advice, exercise etc).
At the same time, there are moments when she’s convinced that the consultant
will want to continue monitoring before making any prognosis.
Given Moira’s
possible Parkinson’s condition, it’s made me re-think matters. I suddenly realise
that I NEED to be here to support Moira through what we anticipate as being a
pretty debilitating and difficult time. We don’t really know what these years
may bring and how quickly any deterioration might happen etc… but the idea of
Moira having to live through it all on her own (or even living with/supported
by daughters etc) is really, really hard to imagine.
Growing old
can be pretty rubbish!
In the
meantime, we need to appreciate very moment. x
Saturday, January 8, 2022
Saturday 8 January 2022:
This will
be a bit of a strange blogpost.
Yesterday,
walking to Welsh Back, I felt decidedly ‘weird’ (physically)… quite weak and
struggling to walk normally… walking slowly and gingerly… not exactly
breathless, but certainly not feeling ‘right’. I gradually improved and, by the
time I returned to the apartment, I felt ‘ok’ (not brilliant, but ok). It all
felt slightly scary.
Then, this
morning, I walked to the local Co-op to fetch the newspaper and, walking home, again
felt similarly ‘weird’… and slightly shaky and not exactly breathless, but with
a strange sensation high up, level with sternum (no actual pain)... maybe something like fluttering breaths? Took it easy
for the rest of the day and no further issues… but just thought I’d write down the experiences for possible future reference.
But the
experience has made me feel strangely vulnerable and that I’m not going to live
forever… and maybe not even to the end of 2022!
Saturday 1 January 2022:
It’s been
something like 10 weeks since I last wrote a reflection (and I’ve also just
decided to stop writing a daily diary). Now that the Christmas and New Year
festivities are over, I’ve been endeavouring to concentrate on the months
ahead. Most of the ‘jobs’ related to the house move have now really been sorted
and I’m conscious that it’s left something of a ‘void’. In the normal course of
things (and especially given our new home location), I would almost certainly have
been visiting the cinema (Watershed) on a weekly basis, but continuing Covid concerns have meant that I’m
still reluctant to return to watching films at this stage. The RWA is currently
closed for refurbishment, otherwise I feel sure I’d be there on a monthly basis
at least. The Museum+Art Gallery is currently incorporating the Grayson Art
Club (we’ve been once and will no doubt return a couple of times before the
exhibition closes in September. I’ll continue to sketch most days – although
doing so in the winter months is a little restrictive.
We would
normally have tried to book tickets for the theatre but, again, Covid concerns
still make us both feel uncomfortable at present. Similarly, I would usually
have booked concert tickets at St George’s, but still feel rather reluctant to
do so at present.
I’m less
involved or, frankly, interested in church matters these days (tending to avoid
services at HTH… but also not really switched on to or enthusiastic about Saint
Stephen’s services (I’m in something of a spiritual wilderness).
So, my only
real ‘outside contacts’ these days are bookgroup, urban sketching and
‘Blokes’-related stuff.
We probably
need to make arrangements to get people round to Deanery Road for coffee or
lunch or supper over the coming months (Covid permitting)… Dave+Sarah,
Janice+Nigel for instance.
I also need
to continue arranging zooming sessions (especially with Alan).
I’m also
very conscious that we’ll probably not see much of I+R unless we organise stuff
(their weekends seem sacrosanct and so we probably need to ensure that we get
together for chips(?) occasionally during the school holidays.
Thursday 21 October:
It’s been
two months since I wrote my last reflection. It’s been a busy time settling
into our new home (a constant matter of two steps forward and one back), but
we’re gradually ‘getting there’. We’re constantly aware that we haven’t
actually downsized enough to fit into number17! We probably still need to get
rid of some books; we have far too many empty plastic boxes left over; the
kitchen is too small (and not as well designed storage-wise; lots of framed
pictures and not enough wallspace to hang them…
We’re about
to have a few days away in Lancashire (2 days in Lytham, followed by 2 days
with Alice+Dave in Buckshaw). It’ll obviously involve several train journeys
and, given our recent experiences of high proportions of people on public
transport NOT wearing face masks, it’s something that really concerns us. Yes,
we’ve been double-vaccinated and boostered but, nevertheless, with weekly Covid
cases and deaths beginning to rise again in quite high numbers, it makes both
of us feel very uneasy (and vulnerable). In some ways, it would be easy to take
the cautious option and cancel our plans, but (significantly) we haven’t seen
our Lancashire grandchildren for TWO whole years and we haven’t had a holiday
since our time in Skipton – again, just over two years ago. So, we’ll go… and
just be as careful as possible.
Wednesday, October 20, 2021
Thursday 21 October:
It’s been two months since I wrote my last reflection. It’s been a busy time settling into our new home (a constant matter of two steps forward and one back), but we’re gradually ‘getting there’. We’re constantly aware that we haven’t actually downsized enough to fit into number17! We probably still need to get rid of some books; we have far too many empty plastic boxes left over; the kitchen is too small (and not as well designed storage-wise; lots of framed pictures and not enough wallspace to hang them…
We’re about to have a few days away in Lancashire (2 days in Lytham, followed by 2 days with Alice+Dave in Buckshaw). It’ll obviously involve several train journeys and, given our recent experiences of high proportions of people on public transport NOT wearing face masks, it’s something that really concerns us. Yes, we’ve been double-vaccinated and boostered but, nevertheless, with weekly Covid cases and deaths beginning to rise again in quite high numbers, it makes both of us feel very uneasy (and vulnerable). In some ways, it would be easy to take the cautious option and cancel our plans, but (significantly) we haven’t seen our Lancashire grandchildren for TWO whole years and we haven’t had a holiday since our time in Skipton – again, just over two years ago.
So, we’ll go… and just be as careful as possible.
Image: our new balcony home.
Monday, August 16, 2021
Monday 16 August:
It’s been more than 2 months since I last wrote a ‘reflection’…
Much has happened in that time… the house is sold; the apartment has been purchased (well, not quite until the completion, but…) and we move in just over a week’s time (next Tuesday 24th – with packers in on Monday 23rd). All the outstanding matters have either been dealt with or ‘deferred’. I’ve been back to Deanery Road while the electrician was there but, as far as our house is concerned, George has only visited once – and he put in an offer on the basis of his one and only visit (and has indicated that he’s been too busy to come round for a drink or check on stuff etc… which seems a little strange).
Hannah, Cormac, Roz, Simon, Claire and Geraint invited us to a mini street party last Saturday evening to say goodbye and to wish us well (which was very lovely of them).
We’ve managed to get rid of a whole stack of ‘stuff’ – including the dining table, four dining chairs, two throne chairs, well over 30 picture frames and a whole range of odds and ends. The pavement outside our house has been full with collect-for-free goods for the past few weeks. This week will see the last of our rubbish-to-the-tip-trips (‘everything must go’!).
The really scary thing is that there are absolutely ‘piles of stuff’ that we’re proposing to take with us – boxes and boxes of things (not to mention all the plants and pots Moira has earmarked for our balcony!!). Depressingly, I think the boxed stuff will all end up cluttering up the two bedrooms – I don’t think they’ll be much room for manoeuvring around the beds.
Ru and family were on holiday last week and so there’s a AWFUL lot of clearing for her to do this week to vacate her studio! I feel very sorry for her (and guilty too)… so much stuff and not enough space in her new studio at BV.
Image: a couple of photographs illustrating some of the stuff we’re supposed to be taking with us!