Getting there at last!
At least I think I am; last week I actually picked up a book to read, with the exception of that small book I bought the other week after reading a blog about it, it’s only 68 pages short and is titled “84, Charing Cross Road”; (note the comma after the number, this is something that I still do, it was how we were taught at school back before and during WWII I wouldn’t have a clue what they do over in England these days) which is a charming little book of the letters between a young American authoress in New York and a bookstore situated at, you guessed it 84, Charing Cross Road, London, W.C.2. from 1949 ’til 1969.
So as you can see my picking up a book to actually bury my head in for a couple of days was a turn up for the books. Naturally I took up a book with which I am very familiar, one that I always relax with and enjoy, I’ve read it so many times I’ve lost count. I sometimes wonder when reading it, if I actually am reading it or just turning the pages and seeing the written words in my minds eye. Or something!
Tomorrow I’m off to see the dietician, Michelle, at the R.P.A. ( I was about to add the H. but my son Nathan Sebastian had the temerity to tell me that I was the only person in Australia to refer to this hospital as the RPAH and I needed to fall into line. Why I don’t know, I have in this instance but whether it will continue is in the lap of the gods and not having heard from Zeus & Co in a while it’s unlikely!) Now I’m fully expecting to be scolded by Michelle for not sticking rigidly to the diet and schedule, however she will undoubtably be pleased that my weight loss stopped and I’m now slowly gaining weight. And I’ll bet a penny to a pound that Nurse Susan will be there so everything will be fine; I hope.
Probably the weather has a lot to do with the way I’m feeling, gone the horrors of a miserable winter this year; we had the worst winter I can ever recall here in New South Wales, and it been so long since I lived in Victoria that I’ve forgotten how cold miserable and lousy winter can actually be. For the past few days the sun has been shining brilliantly and it hasn’t been warm it’s been HOT! Yes indeed, hot up in the 30°’s I do believe it got to 35° a couple of times, and this is early spring, looks like we’re in for a long hot summer.
Hmmm, come to think of it, that might not be so enjoyable for me now, always used to enjoy a nice ice cold beer on a real hot day, but I’ve lost the taste; I tried a beer last Friday whilst cooking dinner and quite enjoyed it but I opened one yesterday and I finished up pouring it down the gurgler! Sacrilegious I know but what was I to do? I just couldn’t drink it. And if anybody is wondering about me having a little tipple don’t worry God in the person of Doctor Sandroussi gave me the okay to have an occasional beer and recommended stout.
Going by the number of draft blogs/posts I’ve got it’s time I either finished what I started, got rid of the lot and start all over again. I’m sure something will happen quite quickly now, the suns shining, my bloods warming and all seems right with the world, and who will be the first clown to note the similarity between snakes, me, blood warming, etc etc etc.