How
comforting instantly created routine can be!
I have decided, after my exploratory
‘walk’ around the pool yesterday that my day will start with a ten-minute walk
before breakfast. Before I venture out I
will set the robot hoover going and when I come back I will have my cup of tea,
my bowl of muesli and sit down and complete the Guardian quick crossword on my
mobile phone and, after that is complete, I will change the hoover to mop and
send the robot on its way for the second part of the cleaning process.
As a special domestic treat for myself today,
I loaded the dishwasher with dishes that Toni had not put away and also loaded
the dryer with clothes left from yesterday in the washing machine and then
loaded up the washing machine for its next wash.
It is now almost time for my next little
‘walklet’ around the pool as I am determined to get in half an hour of mild
exercise a day. And then there is the
writing.
My main blog is up and running again, and
I am beginning to feed my poetry blog (smrnewpoems) with description and individual
works. There is also my young adult
novel with the working title of The
Standings, that has not progressed very far beyond a few notes and scraps
of writing, but this incarceration is the ideal time to ‘get a move on’ and put
something more substantial down on paper.
And then there is the Catalan. I have convinced myself that it is unlikely
that my class in Catalan will start up again before September and therefore I have
done nothing to compensate for time lost or in the process of being lost. This is not a logical attitude and Toni’s
casual question, “How much Catalan have you done?” yesterday was a needful
prod. I have done something, but not
enough to register: you can hardly count passing glances at work completed as
actual study! This would be the perfect
time to do the graft that I find so hard with languages except my own!
And the lino printing. Apart from the fact that none of Toni’s
family knows what I am talking about when I witter on about lino printing, I
did, fifty (sic.) years ago find reasonable satisfaction in cutting and
printing and I do now have the material to get going again. And I will.
And furthermore I will post a reproduction of what I produce to show
that I have done more than merely write about actions! I can see that what I am doing here is what I
do in my notebook, that is, write little notes to myself to get action rather
than words. We shall see whether it
works.
I
have now been for my second ‘walklet’ and feel smug and superior – which is
good going for a total so far of twenty odd minutes of slow walking, but,
following the Rees motto, “Anything is better than nothing.”
To
our horror, our noisy reconstructing neighbours returned to the worksite (or
the house adjoined to us) and did a few exploratory thumps on wall, ceiling or
floor just to let us know that enforced isolation can be made even worse by
inconsiderate hammer wielders!
