Swimming – this week I joined the local newly re-furbished and re-opened Sports and Leisure Centre, mainly for the swimming pool, but membership comes with the added bonus of access to the gym and all the classes, plus a one hour induction session with a trainer. I’ve swum there twice so far, and I’m loving it. I’m pushing my stamina and aiming eventually to swim a mile (60 lengths). This from someone who only really learnt to swim in my forties. My best so far is 46 lengths, and I know that if I’d had time I could have managed more. My 100 days project is still going well (now almost 40 days in).
Granddaughter – I’m going to have to stop listing this, but really, such an absolute delight. She’s a smiley person now (10 weeks old), with an intent gaze on whatever catches her interest. Often it’s my beads, or her own image in a mirror.
Letting go – I’m learning to let go of the perfect, and accept the more messy but real here-and-now. Most of all on the allotment and in the garden, both in such a poor state after a year of inattention. My focus has been, rightly or wrongly, elsewhere. As ever, next year will be better, I have learnt some important lessons, and I have some great plans (that too, as ever).
My lymphoedema leg – after 2 years of failure to diagnose / wrong diagnosis and inappropriate treatment, I have now had and been wearing the correct full leg pressure garment for around 4 weeks. Yesterday I had a checkup with the specialist nurse. I was surprised and delighted to find that my leg has reduced from 60% larger than it should be to 49% larger. Definite progress, and it spurs me on to continue with my 100 day programme of mindful self-management. (This was meant to be the appointment for initial fitting, but once I got them, I couldn’t wait another 4 weeks before wearing them. I found good advice on the internet on how to fit them properly, and clearly it’s worked. She commented on how self-sufficient I am; I replied how necessary it is to be so. I think we agreed on that one).
Rain! – at last, a proper downpour. 2 months of barely any rain has taken its toll on the allotment and garden, which look arid and flagging. The rain today will provide welcome restoration to it all, and with luck will help replenish my water butts.
English cherries – yesterday I bought a whole box from a relatively local independent greengrocer – 5 kilos for £19. Not cheap, but what a bargain. They are absolutely delicious. Malcolm will bake some of his wonderful cherry tarts this weekend. There will be a cherry clafoutis, some cherries to just eat, and we will experiment with a range of ways to preserve them: I’ve bottled a kilo, and will maybe make a small batch of cherry brandy and a small batch of cherry conserve; he wants to dehydrate some. That way we’ll know for next year which methods work for us, and which not to bother with. Preserving summer fruit is one of our aims, and we want where possible to choose methods that don’t require a large freezer (ours is a small one, and we’d like to keep it that way). Those long tongs for putting full bottles into the hot water and taking them out again at the end worked a treat (their first outing).
Now I've passed 60 I'm still doing all sorts of things I haven't done before, as well as carrying on with the things I already love. I live a happy life with my long term love Malcolm. In my blog I explore local and low tech ideas, food, growing, making, reading, thinking, walking, and lots of other words ending in 'ing'.
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