Its Friday and I wake up and make my partner and I warm drinks after which I take my vitals, all good< and then get for breakfast. By the time I get this done and taken my morning meds its time to get ready to go to the small spa at the gym and to have y nails redone. My partner is to have her feet and hands done, I am just having my nails done. When we walk into the spa area and say hello it is the elderly woman who is seated in what looks like a gaming chair with a foot bar attached, who clearly wonders what on earth old pony tailed bloke could possibly be doing in the place. She as ushered behind a curtain to finished off while my partner and I settled in to get our nails done.
The young woman who is doing mine obviously enjoys her work and we chat about what my options are. These conversation are bizarre, they belong in a whole new world and as they drift and I find out that she is know for waiting for her father to go to sleep and then painting his nails, I wonder what I have got myself into. This honest faced young woman is clearly a ninja beautician. She set to work on me, removing old layers of gel and preparing to put on my base coat. I pop my hands in and out of the UV dryer and then its crunch time. I tell her I want sparkles, but shy sparkles and she shows me options. I go for a subtle sparkle and she applies it as I dip my hands in and out of the UV dryer. Eventually I am done, a small dab of oil on each finger and I am good to go. I pay and leave for the gym lounge where I read whilst waiting for my partner.
After about an hour my partner joins me and we go for lunch at an Italian place across form the gym. I stick to spaghetti Bolognese and garlic bread followed by an Affogato. The waiter tipped us the wink that there were coupons available on the internet so I pounced with the result that we got 25% off the bill. Worth having!
Arriving home there was a quick look around the garden, which led me to do some staking and the filling of the bird feeders. before taking some more photos of the flowers. The peonies have been magnificent this year as are the pink poppies being.
With the garden chores done its time to return to the sofa, where I intended to sort out my drugs dosette boxes, but I gat side tracked by buying shirts. My favourite shirt that I wear most is a work shirt from DIckies, it is now very old and a bit battered. It so old that I was not sure if Dickies was still in business, but I find they are. To me satisfaction I find two shirts I like and to boot if I sign up I can get 10% off. I go for it. I now have new shirts that I can wear in my new fashion mould of shirt and shorts and on a good day Crocs. With my shirt buying taken care of for at least the next five years, I turn to filling my dosette boxes for the next two weeks.
All though these activities I have been messaging and replying to messages, one of which has lead to me arranging to meet a friend on the day before my birthday for lunch as she is passing through on her way to the South on, I assume, business. I’ve also sent messages about the possibility of creating an audio book of some of my poems. I’m just exploring at the moment but it feels like it could be an interesting project with new things to learn. With all this done I draft the blog. Its a mundane day, by which I mean almost normal. I’ve done normal things that others take for granted, which cost me a lot of energy and provoke fatigue. It is the hot flushes that descend from time to time that leave me drained, that and a persistent backache at the moment. I ease myself into the evening and will nibble my way though to the night meds, the finger splint and the hope for sleep.
