I think I am turning into a hermit. A friend of mine popped in yesterday to use my embroidery machine, and she mentioned that she was a bit of a hermit nowadays. Well, I identify, now I come to think of it. Me too. A hermit. Some days I don't leave the house, and some days I may not actually speak out loud at all. (In my head is a totally different story, of course. There is plenty of noise going on in there. I need to practice the mindful stuff more, I feel. ) But the silence is fine. Welcomed, even.
A hermit. I can just see it ....kids in the street will start pointing at the house and saying...there is an old woman who lives in that house, but she never comes out. Maybe she is a witch. Or some such stuff. Nothing wrong with the imagination now, is there.....
I don't actually want to go out anywhere - there is so much to be done here, and so many things I want to make. I try..... last night I fell asleep mid stitch on the couch and woke at 2,30am. I look like the old crone (see paragraph above) today. Just perfect.
Oh I must tell you about my abortive attempt to exercise. I decided that, in the interest of rediscovering the missing stomach muscles, I would try sit ups. Brilliant idea. So I rolled out of bed onto the floor, forgetting to establish just how I would get up before I hit the ground. Well, I lay there, and hooked my feet under the huge old chest of drawers which weighs more than a hippopotamus, and started doing sit ups (with knees slightly bent). And then I got sudden and hideous cramp in the bad leg, right up to my thigh from the toes. I could NOT unhook it from under the chest, and was writhing about trying to work out how to disengage said foot and trying to counter the cramp, and then realised I could not get off the floor anyway.
Finally managed to get the foot out, and roll to the bed, and lever myself up. You have no idea. Hair on end, and oh the pain from the cramp. I decided that gym had its pros. I would love to go back to gym and have the experts round to help in emergencies. I have resisted the urge to try again. For now. I need a Plan B. Or C.
Life at RCR. Nothing ever goes quite to plan. I am still waiting for a reply to my letter to the PM by the way. They usually say you will get a response within 28 days, but that has been and gone. I suppose with party conferences and the economy to sort out, he may be a little busy. But I am waiting.
Ah well. There are advantages to being a hermit. I get to have naps on the couch in the afternoons. Just think of all the petrol I save.........