If you have a titter in your throat right now, and those words made it worse, shame on you ! I have made progress today. Not the sort of progress that most people would be proud of, but at least things have moved in the right direction. I have one small section of floor that is now clear and (relatively) clean, which is good, and a variety of other items have found homes as part of that. No, my surfaces are not clear, but it is an improvement. I have also just distributed cards to those in my local walking
Tag: Progress
The dog ate his foot the other day. No, you know, in the way that dogs nibble on their feet. I got some pictures and made a nice image. I’ll share it here. Since then, he has cut one of his paws slightly. It only bled a little but the wound is reasonably wide so I’m trying to keep him quiet for it to heal. The trouble is that he is not yet two years old and he doesn’t really want to do quiet. So it is the usual battle between what’s speediest to recovery and what is nicest to the
Okay, I have two good example of “me” and how I behave to share. I’ll do them as separate posts. For this one, know that a friend just shared a video with me. It wasn’t until I typed that that I realised the significance of that very first statement. The sharing of the clip was a sign of friendship but I had glossed past that onto a frequent worry of mine. I saw the clip and realised that it showed another friend at the first person’s house. This poked the part of me that says “Why do I not get
As the day has gone along, I have improved. I must recognise that and pick out the causes. For I started the day with limited energy and pretty tired too. Getting outside with the dogs was beneficial, even though the weather was pretty foul. Walked with Future Boss (FB) and had a good chat all the way round. Dogs behaved well, as always. Then got a handle on a few work things that need doing. Couldn’t finish them as the day progressed, but that’s because we need more information from others. It’s happening. I think the main thing is that
I threw myself out of bed last night. I can’t recommend it. I had been dreaming about a comedienne who did a great routine (well done Aisling), then she introduced a two-piece singing group who were singing a lovely song that I was sure I had heard before. I was chatting to a man with a strong West Indian accent about the music when, as so often happens, crocodile-shaped space aliens descended en masse and tried to eat us all. I attempted to twist out of the way of one…and ended up on the floor, via the handles of my
Nice day. England won the cricket; I cleaned the living room while they did so, so I feel good about that; dogs had a marvellous meet-up with friends as always. So let’s think about a tiny speck that rubs under my psyche all too often. Are other people having a better time than me ? When I’m chatting to people with whom I am friendly (that’s as much as I’m usually willing to say) I hear them talk about times in recent days when they have met up with others I know. Clearly I have no reasonable expectation to be