Friday 19 February
What’s become apparent over this past few months is how each day spent at home is centred around our dog walk. It provides something we can all look forward to and for us all to do together. The other time is when we sit for our evening meal. In between, and on the whole, we are in different parts of the house doing our own things.
Reflections, recollections and thoughts come either side of this when sat on the sofa. Often with the dog lay next to me with her head on my lap. But the time to clear my head and just take some time-out happens when we’re out walking.
Today I have been thinking back to the drama of yesterday and grateful that Mum is safely back at the home. Also, Dad has his computer back online and was able to Skype my brother and sister-in-law in Italy. Adora has been baking again, for a friend this time. Stan is anticipating his next university webinar tomorrow morning.
Last night I started feeling really achy across my shoulders, neck and arms. Then through the rest of my body. When I got into bed I had the shivers and I woke with a thumping headache. I took paracetamol before bed and then again this morning. Fallout of the vaccination yesterday.
Fortunately we are getting towards the end of February and the snowdrops were out in force today. The stems of daffodils and narcissi are also pushing through, soon to trumpet their bright arrival on the springtime scene.
As we walked through Stratford St Mary today we crossed the ever so precarious concrete bridge that spans the river Stour. It is a scary bridge, feeling like you could slip through the railings with every step of the wellie boots. If not, the gushing water could sweep the whole thing away at and moment. It’s also got an odd feeling to it.
Last night, NASA successfully landed a rover on the surface of Mars.
Yesterday, Lisa shared with me this wonderful online entertainment. Puddles Pity Party and The Postmodern Jukebox.
What’s the link? Just that there is still so much great stuff going on out there that us humans are responsible for.
The Bald Birder 