It never ceases to amaze me how quickly I forget an old routine when I create a new one….last week I confined myself to the house cos of my sprained ankle, because I know me well…..if I’d have gone into the garden I would have got carried away and started all manner of digging, hoeing, cutting which would have led to far more than pottering gently.
I have to have a routine but this time an indoor one…..
So instead, I stayed inside, which is unheard of for me. In fact I don’t remember the last time I stayed inside for more than 1 day and this was 8 days 😳…..I did venture out in the middle of my self imposed detention to water my garden but promptly stumbled on the hose pipe with my bad ankle, which made it even worse, so I suppose my confidence went as well….I’m not one to lose confidence easily either 😳🙈….but I suppose that’s how important I saw the need to get my foot better. My trundles and independence being so important to me……knitting squares for my DEEP hug blanket was obviously a safer option, and thank goodness I had that task; it was there just waiting to keep me occupied….
I’d finished my Minds and Voices part of the DEEP Hug blanket project, so now decided to do the same for my Monday Zoomettes – online zoom meeting for women with dementia that has become sooooo important, and even more so now.
I set myself the task of finishing it within the time of self confinement…..and I did with a few hours to spare…..who knew Zoomettes was such a long word!
I still havn’t mastered the ‘S’ but I’ll have more practice in my next piece when I do ‘I want to Speak’ as on the cards we use for each zoom meeting.
Anyway, I’ve been rambling…as the main aim of this was to tell you about my first trundle. I knew I’d only have to do a little walk, just to test me out, so I decided it had to be special.
So on Saturday morning I headed out of the door at 05.30am as the sun was rising
and trundled to the village pond…..
The peace in the village at that time in the morning was just what I needed. I could sense everyone wrapped up snug in their duvets behind the closed curtains and here I was with the village all to myself. All I could hear were the birds, no traffic, no voices, just nature…
As I reached the pond, even the ducks were only just starting to stir, many asleep on the grass and opening one eye to see who this early intruder was and whether I’d come with breakfast – sadly I’d forgotten that bit…..🙄
I knew there were benches ready for my aching ankle to take to rest
And an old one in particular had always caught my eye as it was dedicated to a villager long gone – Doreen. Maybe the family no longer lives in the village, I’m sure the villagers would know .I’d always wished I could give it some much needed loving attention and clean and revarnish it, but worried about upsetting family…not that I’d know how to do it sadly….but it’s such a lovely memory of someone…
Sat there in the silence, just me Doreen and her bench, it felt like she was with me. She must have loved the village pond as much as I do and suddenly I didn’t feel alone but strangely comforted and relaxed, sitting in companionable silence.
Lost in my silence, I lost track of time and I noticed the sun had risen higher in the sky
and the ducks began to stir, quacking their conversations to each each other and preening themselves for the day,
I left the company of Doreen and promised I’d be back.
As I trundled back the short way home, the early risers were in evidence. The shop assistant making her way to open up bade a cheery hello and the day was starting once more in my lovely village…..but just fora while, just a short little while…..me and Doreen had it all to ourselves………
P.S…..could resist this one last piccie of these two who gave me my first chuckle of the day…..