Whinge, moan, complain

I suspect this is going to be a self indulgent whinge so if you are not up to reading same, exit now.

This has (mostly) been a less than wonderous week.  My body is behaving badly and getting up and down (think chairs, bed and dammit the loo) is challenging.  It also hurts.

So I went swimming on Tuesday - which almost always helps.  I swam hard and fast (for me) and managed nearly 1.25 ks.  Came home and felt like death on a stick.  My daggy curtains are offending me so I sewed the side seams on one of the four lengths.  Went to bed.

Wednesday:  Rotten nights sleep.  Got up by Jazz a little after five.  Go to the loo.  Get stuck.  Say a few words.  Lever self up.  Because I am stupid I did a little weeding - only the weeds I could reach from a standing position.  Sewed the side seams of another curtain length.  Telemarketing calls from 'computer solutions'.  Two calls despite being on the do not call register.  Humph.

Thursday:  A woman from the MS centre calls and despite trying to be helpful left me depressed.  She was essentially suggesting that going onto some form of benefit through Centrelink was a good idea and that I should resign myself to being able to do less.  Dammit.  Sewed another curtain length.  Same telemarketers call again.  Three times.

Friday:  Weeded. Came inside and was quietly reading the paper.  Jazz leapt at me, fanged my knee and gouged my calf and ankle.  No idea what that was about.  He came down to investigate while I applied disinfectant and was fascinated.   Went to lunch with smaller portion, two sisters in law and favourite brother as middle brother is overseas being important.   Mushroom lasagne.  Yum.  Then I remembered why I dislike favourite brother's wife.  She was asserting that women of a certain age have no higher calling than being a grandmother.  I am childless.  Through discipline and will power she has lost 10 kilos.  I have neither and am overweight.  She has sewed curtains for eight or ten homes (she forgets) and people always admire them.  So my lasagne sat like lead in my belly and I came home feeling inadequate.  And sewed the final curtain length.

With luck tomorrow I will not be feeling so sore or so useless and will finish the damn curtains.

On a small high.  I just went to the loo and Jewel joined me purring in ecstasy.  Not hygienic but it had charm.  She is now in the kitchen playing with her favourite toy - an acorn shell.  She has many toys but in acorn season last year she trotted across the road, picked up an acorn and brought it home.  She tosses it round in the kitchen because she likes the noise or, on energetic days, ricochets it round the bathroom.  She has taught Jazz the joys of acorn as well but he plays rough and often breaks them.  It is just as well that acorn season is nearly upon us, because we are down to the last four or five.