Before I write anything I have to type a few words.
I love sunshine in Spring.
It means daylight savings is on the way and that means more blue sky and sunshine. The big event of the year for me is when the striped canvas awnings get pulled down to shade the back verandah. That action alone fills me with both relief and joy knowing that there is a six month hiatus before the sun shoots over to the other side of the world more often.
The past week has seen a new person start at work. The atmosphere is different now. Not better or worse, just different. Everyone bar me is into football however so this reminds me once again of what it is to be in the minority. Not that I care. It has always been this way for me but I really am the only one now who is the outsider. I'm older than everyone as well. I tend to now work with headphones on and talk less. I've joined the ranks of non communicating office workers. And you know, it's kind of a relief to not have to make small talk.
But I did find it fascinating that three people could talk for ONE HOUR on Friday afternoon about football. And they knew the names of the players and coaches. I can't explain how depressing it was as well. Nobody is interested in art, music, books or anything cultural.
On Saturday morning I went to the bayside Farmer's market. Not that I bought much. It's a bit overpriced and most of the food tends not to be something that would be eaten in our household (being the dull and boring foodies that we are). However, I picked up some lovely fresh eggs and also a jar of homemade Indian curry which made a delicious addition to vegetables and rice last night.
I love coming to the market despite not buying much. It's set in an isolated kind of spot that gives one the illusion of being far away from the suburbs. From the gravelled car park you go through a gate way and then you are walking on a sandy track that weaves amongst scrubby beachside bushes and trees. That takes you to the market that is set in a grassy reserve. When the market is not being held there it's sometimes used for cricket or maybe a picnic place. Very quiet and pretty.
I spent a few hours on Saturday afternoon ironing. It's a bit grim isn't it so spend a sunny afternoon doing that but what was even more grim was how high the pile of ironing had become. It had reached the stage where each time I needed something to wear in the morning it became a search through the pile which was not ideal for a calm exit from the house.
On Wednesday I went to the monthly visit to Mr Fez (psychiatrist) and it was not a good visit. I tried, I really tried but you know, he really is a dick. Not only did he tap his feet on the floor while I was talking, he looked at his watch more than once AND asked me the same question twice (there was no doubt that he did not listen to my response the first time). The previous visit to that was a good one and I had hoped that things would continue to improve but, well, this one was a bit of a nail in the coffin for me in regards to even thinking about embarking on therapy with him.
Perhaps he has his own shit happening but, you know, that's not my problem. The visit to the psychiatrist costs money. It's a business transaction and it is up to him to keep his boredom, personal issues, dislike of me or whatever it is out of the office. His crap "bedside" manner really bothered me and now I just do not want to go back. It's not that easy, however, to just go to someone new. So I will go to the monthly visits, discuss medication and nothing else.
Anyways, that is just one of those things. My mood has been reasonable but I had three late nights in a row, the psychiatrist visit unsettled me and my sleep is deep but so unrefreshed. I've basically had four days of up and down moods along with what I know are not normal thought processes. So I kept everything low key this weekend. Nothing social, nice long walk today and read a book. And no deep and meaningful discussions.
|Me and Mr Benny|
A Triumph Stag. This is what mine looked like (it's not mine though). Vintage cars are something I love very much and I am eternally grateful that my husband is right into them as well. We need a bigger garage for all the ones I would love to have.
Next two weeks are school holidays so my son will be helping out in the office for a few days. My filing has, once again, reached epic proportions so it will be good to hand it over to him to do it all. He's like a robot at work. Just head down and works away. It's all about the money. He's money driven which is not a bad trait for a teenager. And he saves his money. I give him a $17 a week pocket money (it goes up each year to match his age) and maybe I will give him $20 if he goes into the city now and then but anything else he has to pay for.
So not much more to report. Still doing three nights exercise a week. Thankfully my weight has stabilised which makes me think the medication weight gain was just a thing to freak me out.
Oh, I did do one strange thing last week. A couple of weeks earlier I bought (on impulse) a five day juice fast. Cold pressed, organic and preservative free juice no less. Don't ask me why. I will say this. It was half price. It was 10.30 at night. It was a couple of days after I had changed my medication dosage and had a very unsettling reaction to doing so. So, who knows.
Let's just say it was what is known as an "impulse buy".
So I get the juice (on Tuesday) and stuff it into the fridge ready to start the juice fast the next day.
It tasted great but after bottle number three I realised that I actually am not keen on drinking juice. I don't mind a glass now and then but this cold pressed one had a strong flavour (as cold pressed tends to) and made me feel a bit ill. In the back of my mind I wondered how on earth I was going to glug my way through eight bottles a day. For five days! I also realised that there was no way that one can live on juice alone and exercise or think clearly.
By day two I gagged on the morning elixir and struggled through another two bottles.
By day three I had given up and given away lots. Then I put the rest of the bottles in the freezer to take out for hot days.
It's going to take a while to live this one down.
I think that perhaps nothing beats water.
Now it's an hour before bedtime. I have to get back into the strict bedtime routine. It has such a negative impact on me if I stay up after 11.00pm which totally pisses me off.
So I shall have a cup of chamomile tea and work what needs doing for the week ahead.
Oh, and it's a sunny week by the way.