A Sunny Sunday in August

Today has been a beautiful day, though it has ended rather awkwardly.

It started with a sleep in. That means I slept until 7am. I don't call it a sleep in- but Mark does. It was a good sleep though and for me quality probably means as much as quantity.

Mark and I chatted for a while then once he had drifted off to sleep, I headed to the kitchen and started warming milk before going down stairs to fetch Ponyo, who sleeps in the laundry over night. As usual he was over joyed to see me and got into a complete fuss telling me that he doesn't like waiting fr breakfast. But waiting is my next training goal. He is not allowed to eat until I say 'yes'. Fortunately for him, I say it as soon as he is still.

Ponyo knows how to sit!

One thing leads to another. Having been to the laundry I see clothes that need sorting and washing. Going to the clothes line reminds me to water the plants. Wandering around watering, I can see all the builders' rubbish that has blown in, so I pick up a garbage bag full.

I am led next to the fish who need two buckets of water to get their pump running again and I am on the deck looking at the bargain BBQ. I haven't glanced at it since I bought it. Everything is filthy with the builders' dust so I pull off the cover and give it a shake and for the first time see if I can ignite the BBQ. Tadah! It lights! Just like it should!

My next brainwave is to actually use it to cook! Before you know it, I am back from the shops and cooking sausages. I hurriedly clean down the table, put out juice, sauce and fresh bread and we all sat out in the sun eating lunch together. It can't get better than that!

As soon as the food was done, I cleaned up and put the resulting rubbish out. That takes me to the garage and to the front yard and next thing I know I am watering the garden and talking to the kids' dad. And surveying the disaster that was once a side garden waiting for turf. Sigh. Don't dwell. 

And I didn't! Because I am drug free now! 7 complete days with no anti-depressants. Not sure if I am totally out of the woods yet, but I am going to try really hard to deal with things without over reacting. 

More work in the laundry, then I thought it would be nice to sweep all the bird seed and grass and bark chip and semi devoured plants (dog, not snails) and dirt, dirt, dirt off the veranda. Broom in hand, I headed out the door, twisted my ankle and went down hard. My ankle screaming in pain on one side, my knees cut on the other, both hands bruised and scraped, all the resolve of before vanished and I lay on the ground and cried for a while as I tried to figure how to get up.  Sadly, my 20 year old son watched my distress and made no offer to help. Kate, however did. I couldn't see though that, if I needed some strength to lift me up, she would have the strength to do it. So there I lay - being gawped at by all till my ankle decided it was nothing worse than a twisted and allowed me to put enough weight on it to get up.

Hurrumph.

I am hurting now as the bits that were jarred are making themselves known- but then I was so stubborn that if I could get myself up, then I was equal to the task of sweeping. So swept the veranda with Ponyo trying to kill the broom. 

..and when it was all done, I sat in the sun and read.