Saturday and I wake up in a groggy state and not sure why but I knew that this was going to be a low energy day. My partner brings me my usual hot water to drink and then goes to the gym. I listen to part of Meet David Serdaris before taking my vials, that are okay, but not optimal. Eventually I get up and make toast and try to pull myself together.
In order to be active I get all the materials and tools together to up grade the handrail on the patio. Its a small and doable job that I feel I can manage. So I am in the garden sanding down the handrail and then applying the wood filler. It begins to set quickly but I leave it to set fully and watch the first half of the early football match. At half time I return to the handrail and rub it down and then apply a coat of furniture varnish. By now my partner has returned and is pottering around. Having watched the second half of the football match and downed some paracetamol I return to the handrail to check that it is drying well. I’m pleased with the out come and then join my partner planting the last remaining plants that are waiting for a place in the garden and the swathe of pots that are part of the garden. With the plant in new positions I have a look around the garden and mentally note all the work that needs to be done. There is a lot of weeding to be done. While planting the plants my partner uprooted two horse chestnut trees that had rooted from conkers buried by the squirrel last autumn. I have planted them next to oak tree that was also curtesy of the squirrel planting an acorn. So at the end of the garden there is the start of a small forest to augment and eventually replace the ageing fir trees at the end of the garden. They will be big but that won’t be my problem but they will be a brilliant screen from the houses over the back.
I am now out of spoons (energy) and retreat to the recliner to rest and watch the football results come in on the last day of the championship. My partner and eldest daughter go for an ice cream at the village heritage V E celebrations. With the relegations and promotions sorted out I take to drafting the blog, followed by some up grading of my partners family tree.
The evening is TV and other stuff, which I cruise through, I’ve not the energy to do anything else but I have a mental “to do” list which I keep visiting. Its a dissatisfying place to be and all I can hope is that tomorrow I have more energy and I can train and go and explore the village festivities. Its one of those “itchy and scratchy” times with little energy and a lot of frustration.
