Good morning Michael and all GN's on yet another hot still morning in North Yorkshire. I am up and showered but definitely could have done with the equivalent of WD40 for humans today. (That used to be our "go to" for everything that creaked!)
I am trying to start this week in a different way, by making no plans at all, but just doing whatever jobs I feel up to doing as and when I see them - or when they annoy me enough to sort them. So have been sat reading all your posts. Yesterday was another frustrating day, of total inability in making any decisions. Later in the afternoon I ventured out on the yellow peril to get the Yorkshire Post, and as it was quieter, I had a ride around, looking at menus in various pubs and cafes, with the thought that it had been a long time since I ate out, that I might treat myself. Huh! I couldnt even see anything that appealed and gave up and came home and ended up with a very "cordon bleu" beefburger with onions. Mind you it was an Aberdeen Angus one that I had bought of course , in the reduced box, so it was actually quite good. Not something I eat often.
On my ride around the town I came across the Punch and Judy man just packing up. They had had a "seaside" for the weekend, where there was sand and deck chairs etc etc set up for families, all free , so that it gave people who couldnt go to the coast , a chance to enjoy such things. It had been very popular so they said, but it was in a square with no shade anywhere. I went to chat to the punch and judy man, and asked how things had gone. He wasnt local, but from nearby, and I told him about the park on the other side of the high street, which had a childrens swing park etc and that it had grass and seats and shade , where on another occasion he might like to try there. He was pleased to learn about it, and said he would go and have a look round there before he left, so he might return there on some future date.
More than 40 years ago, I was living for a time on the edge of Manchester, and the council had good plans in the summer holidays for various things to go to the parks. They had a very good Punch and Judy man, and I took my son and his friend to it. There were quite a few children with parents there, but the adults were not joining in at all and the children did nt seem to know the age old calls of "He s behind you" etc. I sat with the children and my son of course knew all the calls etc and we got them all joining in and enjoying being a part of it. Throughout the summer , we would look and see what was on in the parks and go and watch the Punch show. The man doing it was very good, and he used to look round , while he was setting up, and if he saw me there he would smile and wave. We chatted one time when he was packing up and he said he was pleased to see me , as so often the parents wouldnt join in, and the children enjoyed it so much more taking part. Things like that and the joys of the first trip to the panto , are part of growing up , and I am sorry for children that dont get that opportunity to be part of it.
On my way home , on a street close to home, I saw a couple getting 2 children from their car and starting to go up a path to a house, so I called out to the mum and making sure the children didnt hear, told her that it was open today, if they were visitors. She hadnt known about it and was very pleased as they were staying with granny so they will be going today. I do find being on the yellow peril does allow me to speak to people, when you wouldnt stop in the car and chat.
It is good to know you are doing well RosesandLilac and hope you have a good day. I am glad that you are having a quieter day GrandMattie and hope it helps you to feel better .Gingster, I have never managed to get down to RHS Hyde yet but may get there one day. Perhaps if you tell DH some of the tales of the yellow peril it might encourage him to try something. A more devious plan might be if you were away somewhere quite hilly, where you can hire buggies, and he might be persuaded to try one there. It is always so difficult when you can see how much better it would be for someone, but they resist it. My husband needed to use a stick but refused to even try one, until one day he absolutely fell flat on some cobbles, after which I insisted he used one. He begrudgingly took one with him, and was then at least nice enough to say how much better it was and that he felt more secure and able to walk more normally. Or perhaps, if you visited family, they might be able to hire one and persuade him to try it. Good luck trying anyway. When we are on the outside looking in , we can often see clearer. I think the other thing is that we all think that problems we have will disappear and we will be back to being able to do what we did before. That acceptance that things wont go back to previous abilities is difficult to acknowledge, is hard. I have trouble doing this myself, I know. Oh Marydoll I hope you have a good sunday and do wish we could send each other a parcel of weather, swap your rain for my sunshine!
Ah well time for some coffee and see if I can get the bones moving and get a bit done. Hope you all have a good day, and for most of us wish you a good heavy shower!
