I almost forgot to write the weekly musings. I think the combination of sudden warm weather and no idea what day it is anymore have put my brain in dormant mode. Well, the ‘let’s get up and go’ part anyway, I’m sure most would agree that the initial enthusiasm for exercise, puzzles and DIY has started to wane. With the daily media diet of doom and gloom, it’s getting harder to keep the positive vibes flowing even in the rare Easter sunshine. But I am determined to keep the move motivation going so I push myself to pack at least one box a day, do my daily French lesson and bend my body into impossible yoga positions.
It’s been one of those weeks of IMT. I miss Tony. I don’t know if it’s just the sense of not being able to share my angst with him or whether the weather is weathering such thoughts. Sunny days tend to have that sort of effect as one lazes on the outdoor bed with headphones, book and woofers. Despite Tony’s preference for cooler climates, we always had our best holidays in the sunshine because he knew I thrived on heat. The word ‘lizard’ was often said with amusement and affection. But I miss his way of knowing how to talk me out of a funk even more and the way a hug would make everything okay again. Yup, this lockdown is bringing out the maudlin in me now.
A friend of mine asked me the other day how I was coping considering everything that has been thrown at me over the last few years. I love her dearly but she is one of the people who tends to look at the future with dark glasses on and an empty glass in front of her. I’m one of the lucky ones I told her; I have my health (I hope), a house with a garden, an amazing son and a collection of canines who give me a reason to shift my butt every morning. Whilst dogs are the most knowledgeable psychologists when it comes to reading moods, they also have the ability to see every day as an opportunity to divert one’s attention away from self-pity. A human lying on the outdoor bed with headphones on and a book in hand only serves as a machine that will repeatedly throw the toy that is dropped on a naked stomach back into the dog pool. A human that will sub-consciously stroke your own up-ended belly every time you scratch it’s arm even if said human is trying to concentrate on a juicy literary plot. When life throws you lemons, a dog will bring them right back to you and make lemon throwing a game. A dog’s water bowl is always full, they make sure you remember to fill it…..
“Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation, and almost as good for the soul as prayer.” (Dean Koontz. Author)
Widow plus woofs 