MOVING ON DAYS 29,30 & 31

Fight, and strive and take no crap

Firstly to any one who has been trying to catch up with the blog since Sunday, apologies. I have not been able to get into my website since Monday morning until now, Wednesday evening, so I’ve probably forgotten a lot of stuff over the last couple of days so this is going to be highlights and a nd insight into the trivia that my mind retains.

Monday was bright and sunny and it was a day I had earmarked to train on. So I guess I got up and got into my training gear and headed for the rower in the garage. It was a 45 minute session, I know this because I took my usual photo of the monitor at the end of the session. It appears to have gone okay, not a personal best but okay after a 5 day gap in training.

This is a reasonable session after 5 days gap. I was quite pleased with it.

To be honest the rest of Monday is a bit of a blank apart from the usual round of meds. I know I felt “itchy scratchy” all day and read a lot, in fact I finished Orbit, a short but lovely book that tracks events in the life of astronauts as they orbit the earth 16 times in one earth day, which is in fact what they do. Its a thought provoking book but I loved all the factual small things about living in a space station. I was rather taken with the mice that learned to stop clinging to the bars and let themselves float about, unfortunately all the mice were doomed to be sacrificed for the sake of science, a fast not lost on one of the characters. Once I had finished Orbit I started on Ryka Aoki’s Light from Uncommon Stars a science fiction fantasy novel that has a trans girl at the center of the story. Its an unusual mix of characters but I fear I might be heading for a Disney ending where the trans violinist ends up happy and famous, while her ” sold her soul to the devil” teacher avoids going to hell and the alien that runs a donut shop goes off into space to do other things. I suspect there some of these things to be intermingled. It is when I came to draft the blog that I found I was in real trouble as I could not gain access to the website. There was a lot of trying to get back in with out success so I had to leave it and go to bed disgruntled. One of my big fears is losing the website and the blog it makes me feel cut off and isolated.

Tuesday came around and with it the challenge of trying to retrieve the website. After morning meds I started to try to get into my website. I failed miserable and in the end gave up. So as a way of distracting myself I accompanied my partner to her routine breast screening. On arrival it became apparent that there had been an admin cock up and she was not on the list for the day. After a bit of huffing and puffing (literally) the reception person came back to the desk to say they could fit her in. So I sat in the waiting area wondering if they would contemplate doing mine given my hormonal depletions and consequences but chose to read instead. I know hospitals and had taken a book. Once my partner was called in it was very little reading time later that she reappeared. With the screening done we went for lunch in town.

It was a very pleasant lunch on a bright and sunny afternoon after which we returned home, where I continued my website rescue but it was soon obvious that it was not going to happen. I was not pleased in fact not gruntled at all. Unable to read I got to filling the Hippo Bag with all the crap that needs to go from the garden so that the new storage shed can be sited when it arrives. Pleasingly there is room left for some kitchen crap to go as well. By the time I had finished I was out of spoons and drifted into the evening. Though the day there were highlights like a call from a friend and a message from the book preparation people asking for a video call to discuss my needs. But still no website access. Night meds and bed.

Wednesday and I wake to my partner going off to see her mother having already had a walk around the village. I do my usual pre raising rituals and then I get into my training gear, take my morning meds and then head for the garage and the rower. Today I decide I need to go for an hour session so I get some calming music into my ears and get going. I take it easy to start with and then I build up to a faster final quarter. The session sees me end a very sweaty person and happy to have got through the hour.

Go me, a reasonable hours row.

I record the session and then shower. I have lunch on the sunny patio with my partner and then return to the website conundrum and unexpectedly it resolves itself. I am very pleased. I notice there are squirrels playing in the garden, they are small and clearly this years kits. My partner point out that the Iris have flowered. These are my grandfathers Iris that he brought from his job at Kew Gardens.

These Iris are now over a hundred years old, incredible.

Inspired by the playing squirrels I get out one of the good cameras that I know can take a decent picture or video. After a bit of basic maintenance I get some pictures of one of the squirrels and the flowers.

One of this years kits
A small section of flowers

By the time I’ve sorted camera there is the watering can to mend again. I try soldering it but fail so go back to superglue and see what happens. The evening meal comes around and then I start to draft the blog, while the TV throws out Race Across the world. I am relieved to be able to blog, having lost it for a while made realise how important it is to me. When checking my emails I find one from the Kindle Publishers who supply Amazon, they think I should check my copyright and my registration of it with the USA authority. I have replied that this was all done for me by Writers Clique and do not how to do what they are asking. I will wait to see what happens. For now its meds and bed happy to be back. My tip for Eurovision is Albania.

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Direction, always forward.

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