Disappointed

My sister was going to visit this weekend but she’s got to work. I was really looking forward to seeing her. We would have bought some plants for the yard and I would have twisted her arm to help me put them in the pots round there.

I feel like I’ve abandoned my garden. I can’t do as much as I used to, I need to be stable and not risk falling over. Friends are busy and I have got into a situation where I don’t want to ask for help. I’m as disappointed in myself as anything else. I’m losing my ability to want to keep going.

Altercation…

We saw the altercation in the White House here in the UK. Most of the UK is not impressed. It looked like two bullies ganging up on someone whose having trouble but could succeeded with their help. Utterly disgusting behaviour. The fact that Ukraine was considering giving up half their mineral rights to the great galumphing orange one is bad enough, it’s basically blackmail. But then the smug one with mascara and a reporter complained their victim wasn’t wearing a suit and was being disrespectful? So why was it OK for the owner of X marks the spot to go in wearing civvies when he bought his kid to work at the Oval office, some double standards there.

So there they were, shouting down a president of a sovereign state, telling him he had a bad hand of cards. When he respectfully tried to say he wasn’t in a card game the orange turnip shouted and pointed and pouted and ranted. He showed the world what he really was, a tyrant and a bully (allegedly).

He’s coming over to the UK on a state visit to see the King, maybe the invitation should be rescinded?

Attached

Being ill and not seeing many people has made me fed up. I’ve taken solace in some books, like the Martian by Andy Weir and We solve Murders, the new mystery by Richard Osman. But I’ve become attached to my phone. I feel lost if I’m not checking out posts on Instaounce and Facepost! And in close second is TV and YouCone. I’ve become engrossed by old sci-fi programmes.

I want to break this habit, I need exercise, but it’s not happening at the moment! Too many dopamine hits? Boo x

Does he know?

What way is he going?

Where he will end up?

On Mars or in the English channel

In Canada or the Gulf of America….

Has he got the knowledge

To lower the price of one egg?

Or is he looking for the Golden goose.

He plays with words and obfuscates.

But does he know what that means?

In the meantime the world trembles

In fear, shock and disbelief!

How did they chose him….

The ballot was real

Are they crazy

We all

Wait.

For four more years….

Moving about

What are your biggest challenges?

My biggest challenge seems to be movement inside and outside the house.

Inside I’m unsteady, I use my stick because my feet get muddled sometimes. They twist round each other and trip me up. Going up and down stairs is fun, especially when the cats decide to sleep on the stairs it’s a good job they have white patches so I can see them in the dark.

Outside is a challenge too. Just getting down the steps, hanging on to handrails, then walk a few steps to get to the car. But I get nervous driving, in the past I had hubby with me. Now? I get lifts with people if I can if I’m going any distance. I imagine myself stuck with a flat tyre, or out of petrol, or lost, or too tired to carry on. What happens if the person I’m going to see is out? I think I drove less that 500 miles last year. Memory is of driving all over the country, no longer. My challenge is to get better? I wish.

Another year almost gone…

Tempus Fugit

Time flies, life goes on

Hurt and pain are never gone

Somewhat diminished

But still living here

Coiled round my heart

With everything dear.

Life seen in chunks

Days weeks and months

One year follows another

Some I can smother

Forgetting the pain

But then it rises again.

My life will continue

My future uncertain

Draw back the veil

Open the curtain

On next year’s adventures

And will I have dentures?

(well I couldn’t find a better rhyme…!)