The trip was long, and exhausting for all of us, but we are here, and I am taking things slowly. In fact slow is just about all I can cope with. The computer monitor which expired is not mine. It is my sister's, and David is trying to fix it. As I speak, it is in pieces on the dining room table. But he was a star, and has attached the computer to a tv, so it can be used. These are moments when I really miss Geoff - he would have fixed it is a heartbeat. I have appropriated my brother-in-law's laptop, which has a foreign keyboard, and a really unreliable internet connection. I have to restart every few minutes, which is not ideal. Especially when I lose whatever I have written.
But enough of that. There is plenty to be grateful for right now.
- I love the mountains. You all know that.
- I am spending time with my family, and that is special.
- Diana is safely home in NZ
- My friend Jean is here too, and is learning what life would have been like with 2 crazy sisters!
- She also loves baking. We are encouraging her. We have given up worrying re the hips.
- I get to play in another garden. Well, I would if the rain would stop. Tomorrow is supposed to be sunny.
- I have a brother-in-law who sends delicious lunches from his restaurant. See hips above.
- My friends are staying in my home and looking after my garden for me.
- There is a great wool shop round the corner.
- We have heard alphorns at dawn, waking the village with a beautiful song.
- Yodelling nuns.
Ah yes....... there is always something to be thankful for, isn't there. It just takes some searching for at times. And the crocheted hat thing...... Diana asked for a hat before she left, and being the world's most accomplished procrastinator, I made one sort of out of my head the night before she left. Well, now that I have twiddled about with the pattern, and adjusted it a little, I am on a roll, people. The hats are piling up. I do believe Christmas presents are sorted.
For a short while, I am ignoring the swirling vortex of thoughts and "stuff" in my head, and I am just "being". Detox of the mind time. Simple things, like deadheading flowers, and making hats, and reading a Chicken Soup for the Soul book. One little story at a time. Sitting in the garden. Breathing the clear sweet air.
Home and all that " stuff " can wait. I am slowing down and smelling the roses, and you know what? It is good. I recommend it.
I have just used the spell check thingy. Well, it has highligted this entire post. That would be because it thinks I should be writing in German, which I clearly am not. Nor am I going to. The speaking part is getting better by the day. I actually heard myself talking to my brother-in-law in German today. Normally it is English. I understand, but just battle to find the right words at times. But I am getting there.
Mindful. Peaceful. Gentle. Slow.
I am trying. I can't think of a better place to be right now.