You know those American road trip movies where the camera pans out to an endless horizon of nothing but the occasional desert flower? Well, that’s how my weeks seem to drift by. Sort of blah. I do pretty much the same thing every day and this journey is getting boring. I know I have to be patient and let time do it’s thing but I don’t think I’m very good at waiting.
One of the ladies in the widow and widowers support group recently decided she was going to try something new every month to get her out of the doldrums. Brilliant idea I concurred except for that old adage of ‘easier said than done’. The problem is that despite the monotony of daily living, I am actually busy. No time to be spontaneous between the dog walks, the endless cleaning for house viewings and work. Well, I’ve got my yoga but that’s more to settle my mind and body. Yoga’s not really an impulsive thing. So I’m bored with the mundane but no time to do the extraordinary. And it’s February, the month of weird weather (have you looked out of your windows if they are still in place today?) and comfort clothes. I have memberships to Kew , the Tate and the V&A but no time or let’s face it, enthusiasm, to traipse up to town. I admire my dogs’ joy at the sight of yet another boot-sucking muddy field. Especially as I spend that precious spontaniety time, washing all the bloody stuff off.
And I’ve missed Tony this week, more than usual. The lack of sleep due to recurrent nightmares over the dogs’ safety (for another blog perhaps) and a late night party next door. I can’t operate on no sleep. It makes me stressed, cranky and emotional, all of which Tony would know how to make better. A Galaxy chocolate bar would magically appear with the best of hugs. God, I miss him.
Mind you, it hasn’t been all bad this week. We had a couple of nice viewings, by that I mean the people were nice. I don’t know if it was because both couples happened to be gay but I did feel they admired rather than criticised the ‘period’ features. As I said to our Irene after our David Copperfield cinematic experience (excellent film by the way), my house liked them. And there’s the highlight of the week, cinema and pub with my girl, Irene, who knows me I think sometimes more than I know myself. “Bored, are you?” she said. She’s quick this girl. “Well, moving is a logistical nightmare so perhaps you can start sorting out what’s staying and what’s going?”. Ummmm…..best not complain too much me thinks….
“If it wasn’t for dogs, some people would never go for a walk” (Emily Dickinson)
Widow plus woofs 