In the time of the virus: where did the time go?

I’m not sure where the time went, I seem to have been away for a bit.  Sorry about that.  Mostly busy being busy; in between times busy feeling exhausted.

Thank you for the good wishes for my operation, which I really appreciated.  It went amazingly well, and my eyes healed up impressively quickly.  I can now see so much better.  The boil has also turned a corner and healed, though it looks as though there may still be some residual infection despite two rounds of antibiotics.  I’m watching it carefully, and may need to go back to the doctor to have it looked at again.

So.  All fine now, which is good, because we’re in a busy busy time again.  Youngest son at last has some occasional pieces of work in prospect, and we’re pleased to have been asked to help out with some childcare from time to time.  Plus oldest son and d-o-l are on holiday glamping not too far away and we’re going to visit them for a couple of days.  All the ‘normal’ elements of life as we knew it are gradually returning – Bath City Farm is cautiously and carefully reopening, and our work as trustees is ramping up as we return to the various projects we were working on before ‘all this’; I’m focussing on finishing off lots of almost-finished craft projects ready to have a stall at the Farm one day later this week; and we’re even thinking, ever so cautiously, about having a few days away some time.

We’ve arranged to have some new flooring in our two main rooms downstairs (wooden flooring to replace the carpet which has been badly damaged by moths – an increasingly common problem here in Bath and many other places in the UK).  We’re pleased to be in a position to support a local family business to do this, and not so pleased to have to move all the furniture out of the way.

On the other hand, it’s an opportunity to rethink what goes where, and whether we want to keep everything we currently have.  I’ve been going around the house with a beady eye wondering what we no longer need/want as we transition into this next phase of our lives, and I’ve found a few things I feel we can and should move on.

I’m thinking it would be a great idea to eye up one room at a time, and blitz it with a thorough clean and sort out, including all the various little jobs that usually get overlooked.  I’ll have to see whether or not Malcolm is willing to play that game with me.

My tardiness in writing here means that Sunday came and went without me telling you about our (virtual) coffee trip.  So, it may be Tuesday, but here goes.

This week it was Berlin.  Oldest son visited there several times on school exchanges and loved it.  He inspired us to go.  Malcolm ran a marathon there years ago.  Then at a particularly difficult time in our lives when we felt much in need of some quality family time, we travelled there with both sons and their partners, and we all fell in love with the city.  Of course Berlin has a particular resonance for people of our vintage.  As children of the 50s, we have strong memories first of the divided city and the Cold War, and then later of the exhilaration of the wall coming down in 1989.  One of oldest son’s exchange partners was from what was East Berlin and a very thoughtful young man, and was pleased to be able to tell us about his family’s experiences of the Cold War, living in the East (his parents were very involved in their church and the demonstrations that eventually led to the wall coming down).

We’ve visited on our own since then, and each time have seen and experienced different aspects of the city.  Each time we’ve fallen in love anew, and it’s another place on our list to return to some day.  Until then, we’ll continue to enjoy our virtual visits.


About deborah @ the magic jug

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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