I am gradually adapting to these strange times, although strange does not necessarily mean unpleasant.
Taking things a little slower can be surprisingly satisfying. Initially, I didn’t have to do very much of anything, except hang around the gardens. There I watched the drifting clouds and falling leaves and listened to the wind and the crows conversing, something I could spend a lifetime doing actually. I was born to sit outdoors and love nothing better than a good, long, absent-minded think, while noticing everything and nothing in particular.
But, suddenly, those days are over. Life, it seems, goes on. Now my days are filled with meetings, and endless visitors, if Mohammad won’t go to the mountain, then the mountain comes to him, and so it is!
The downside of this is having to clean up first. A girl has her pride!
One of the things, on my endless thou-shalt-not list, is thou shalt not brush, hoover, kneel or bend, so hubs does the brushing.
He tries, he really does, but he always seems to miss the dog hair that gathers like tumbleweed around the legs of chairs and in the corners, which results in me indulging in breath-taking manoeuvers, I slide my leg backwards to get at the stuff.
Sometimes my nose is an inch from the floor, and given we have wooden floors throughout, this process becomes a little slithery, for want of a better word. You may think me reckless, but it’s a skillful business, one that I seem to have a natural aptitude for, and besides, it’s working wonders toning my leg.
Another thou-shalt-not, is, thou shalt not walk without crutches. All well and good, but, what happens when you find yourself wandering around without them while sleepwalking???
There has been no thou-shalt-not issued regarding bouncy dogs, and with hindsight, I really think there should be. I am becoming expert at firmly rooting myself to the floor as I open the door to let people in, or open the door to let dogs out to play. Both situations are a little like the charge of the Light Brigade.
Maybe there should be a thou-shalt-not let dogs sleep on your bed, as these three have no consideration or regard for a swollen, throbbing leg, and when you try to push them away from it, they just push back all the harder. They like to sleep close to their mummy y’see.
There should definitely be a thou shall only let cats sleep on your lap rather than doberman dogs!
The, thou-shalt-not cross your legs is becoming tricksy. As the pain fades and the swelling goes down, they cross themselves without me even being aware of it. This rule is being broken on a regular basis.
The hardest thou-shalt-not at the moment is the thou-shalt-not sleep on your side. So I prop myself up on pillows only to find that my body keeps creeping to the left, and even the right. Not much you can do about it while sleeping!
I’m glad there is no thou-shalt-not sleep on polystyrene balls, as I awoke the other night to find the bed filled with millions of them. A small beanbag I’d been lying on had burst. I got quite the massage! That sure took some cleaning though!
Fortunately, I remain unscathed by all these minor hiccups.
There was no thou-shalt-not paint order issued, so I’ve been painting images for mugs, for the rescue. A first for me.
Next week, I go for my first check-up, and I have my fingers crossed [that’s allowed] that some of these thou-shalt-nots will be dropped.