This afternoon I took a walk around my front garden with my camera and my mobile telephone camera to find an infusion of good ideas to write something. It is not that I have neglected my front garden, but it was a dangerous place to be for a while. There were workmen tossing parts of the facade of our building onto the ground from higher places and eventually the roof workers arrived. Piles of tiles assembled themselves in the garden, which were removed on the same day. The balconies above are no longer becaue they too will be replaced. Everything is getting a new makeover and during the process becoming life threatening.
After lunch today I sank into my bed for a golden oldie rest and into oblivion. Infusions would no loger help. It would be so ideal to discover the fountain of youth. It does not really have to be youth I suppose, because golden oldies have their own charm. Just a little more fitness, ability to stand up normally from a chair.
Yesterday was a wonderful evening, but I was too tired to take a walk, so I made myself comfortable in the sun bed on the porch with a book. Now this is not an easy operation, but I succeeded. It is a matter of positioning yourself in the right place at the right time and lowering carefully onto the seat. All the needed articles should be on a nearby surface. Once sitting/laying on the chair it is easy to reach over for your Kindle (I do not to books – too heavy and inconvenient) and perhaps some sort of snack. In my case a packet of potato chips/crisps. What could be better? I spent the best part of an hour relaxing outside in the fresh air and then it was time for East Enders, the only TV programme I really bother to watch. It is pure soap, but it is based in the East End of London, my home town. It was then I encountered a problem.
Making myself comfortable on the sun bed was easy, but gettiing out of it was a little more complicated. I decided to think it over. I reflected on the exercises learned in my physio therapy. I should sit as far as possible on the edge of the chair which facilitatated standing. First of all I had to manoever myself to the edge of the chair. I discovered that the balance of my body versus the chair was not ideal, but with a push I was sitting. Now for the standing part. Any fool can stand up, but this fool found that the floor was too near for such an exercise. I grabbed my cane and gave it a push. The first time this did not work, but five minutes later I was again standing. What happened in beween is not worth talking about. I hobbled into the TV room and managed to sit down again and decided no way would I sit in that evil sunbed again, It had transformed itself in some sort of body diffusing monster.
Infusion, diffusion, any sort of fusion is no longer my sort of thing.