A friend from a place I used to work is coming over for the weekend. She had some kind of conference during the week and added a few days holiday since she was here. We’d planned to meet in the city and do touristy things and were working out the details. And then she told me that she was planning to sleep here.
It’s a good thing shocked silences don’t show via text. 🙂
As is to be expected, I spent the next couple of days cleaning and tidying up, making space for the blow up bed and generally making the place presentable.
I picked my cleaning sponge up out of the bath to wipe the sink down..
I’m not a screamer, but I came close.
I’m not at all used to finding leeches in the bathtub. I’m not sure if it is definitely a leech, but I don’t know what else it could be. It’s black, about 7 cm long, kind of flat, maybe 5 mm across, has suction pads at both ends, can climb vertical flat surfaces and is very shy.
I had no idea what to do with it but I didn’t want to kill it or wash it down the plug hole so I put it in a plant pot with a splash of water.
It didn’t approve of the water.
Within seconds, it had climbed out of the pot and was hiding underneath it.
I went to work, leaving it hiding under the flowerpot.
My colleague thought it was hilarious when I told him about it. Our lunch break was immediately filled with stories about leech infested jungles and “would you rather..?” questions. (‘bungee’ jumping in Vanuatu* is generally our baseline. In this case I think it’s a close call, I really really don’t fancy either option, but I would probably be ok with letting leeches bite me if I was in some kind of medical emergency, whereas I can’t imagine any situation when I would want to jump).
Even the pressing explanation of how to get photos off his phone and onto the computer was willingly postponed because “bathroom leeches are more important, the photos can wait. You can tell me about them on Monday…unless you have more stories about leeches – they obviously have priority!”
This morning it was warm and sunny and I cycled to work in a T-shirt and skirt. Yesterday and most of last week that was no problem. Today however…
When I looked out of the window at 5 this evening it was raining. The weather forecast I should ideally have looked at earlier said it wasn’t due to stop raining until tomorrow. I didn’t fancy sleeping at work so I packed my bag and cycled home straight away – in the hope that it meant I only had to face it being cold, wet and windy instead of cold, wet, windy and dark.
By the time I’d finished packing my bag it was not only raining but chucking it down. I was soaked well before I reached home.
Look! A dry bit! 🙂
This post was going to be a rant about the weather. I started writing it in my head on the way home. Then this evening happened and I no longer feel like ranting. I am actually kind of thankful for the rain, in a roundabout fashion..
The first thing I did after getting home and taking my helmet off was put the kettle on. The second thing was start running a bath.
I love baths, especially long baths but I don’t know when I last had one. ¾ of an hour cycling in a downpour without a coat seemed to be the perfect excuse.
Isn’t that ridiculous? That I feel like I need an excuse to spend [excessive] time in the bath. It’s like I have some kind of voice in my head permanently telling me that I should be doing something, should be productive, should have something to show for all the oxygen I’ve been using. I’m not sure what I’m trying to prove, or to whom, but I am aware that the more I try to prove it, the more I actually prove how incapable I am of proving it.
Productivity is all well and good, but I can’t be productive all the time, especially when my batteries are flat.
Sometimes batteries need recharging.
Sometimes a long bath is the best way to do that.
Today two very luffly friends (who barely know each other and are therefore almost definitely acting independently of each other) wrote to me to find out how I’m getting on and scheduled a phone call for tonight and next week respectively.
I’ve been spinning on my own axis in my own world for a while. Monday, for example, was one of those days where you I wonder what, if anything, you’re I’m capable of doing well and why you I even bother trying to deal with all the chaos when all you’re I’m doing is taking up space and messing up other people’s otherwise orderly lives. Reaching out (in person or by phone) and talking to people who love me was well overdue and I am so grateful for these people who seemingly instinctively know this and help me with it.
F and I had made our telephone plan before it started raining so I decided to combine the plans and phone her while soaking in the bath instead of while sweeping the floor and putting washing on.
Her phone didn’t work directly so I read my email while I was waiting for her to sort it out. I still get Flylady mails (remember her?) which I don’t often open but which I read today. I even poked the link and arrived at her podcast/vlog about how she makes her bed. Couldn’t bring myself to watch all the way to the end, there’s only so much bedmaking I can cope with, but since I was on YouTube anyway I jumped about through the recommendations until I came to a TEDx talk by a lady called Tracy McMillan.
That is one cool lady.
I’d never read her articles or books or watched her TV shows. Never even heard of her before. Might be a tiny bit obsessed now though ;p.
As soon as her talk was over I googled her and found an interview between her and Lewis Howes (F’s phone didn’t properly recover so we spoke for a few minutes and agreed to postpone the call to tomorrow).
I think that’s the first YouTube link I’ve ever posted here. I am so awestruck by this woman’s positivity in the face of everything that she’s lived through, I think you should all go and watch the interview. Or the TED talk. Or possibly all the videos, except I haven’t seen them all and can’t directly recommend them.
She mostly talks about loving oneself. Flylady is always talking about flying. For all of you who don’t know her and weren’t around when I signed up for her emails, FLY is an acronym for finally loving yourself… I find the full-circle-ness fascinating.
I was planning to do a million things this evening. I wanted to get my tax return finished and tidy the sitting room and do the washing up and put some unwanted things up for sale online. I wanted to find some photos to print and go through my computer and find the documents I need to work on over the next few days. I wanted to achieve so many things. In the end I didn’t do any of those things (although I did get a load of washing done, change my bedsheets and cook and eat dinner), but I think spending the time with a cup of hot ribena and a bath and Tracy McMillan’s voice turned out to be the best thing to do with the evening.
I wouldn’t have done that if it hadn’t been for having to cycle in the rain.
For that I am thankful. That’s why this was going to be a rant, but isn’t.
I have 2 jobs. Both are part time, but I always work full days, if that makes sense.
One of the companies I work for bought me a brand new computer today. I’ve never had a brand new computer before, unless you count my first laptop, which I suppose I do, and even that was almost 9 years ago.
I’m sorting out their new website, mostly at home and in my own time. My current PC is good for reading emails and the tablet’s good for buying cool boxes on ebay, but after my dearest DB watched me [patiently] loading photos off the camera, he had a word (or 7) with my boss….
Today I worked at the other company. I commute an hour and a bit each way, so I get back pretty late.
The computer was waiting for me when I got home…
…so was dinner and my DB.
By the time we’d eaten, cleared up, watered the plants and tidied up the sitting room it was almost 9pm. I had the choice of rushing upstairs and playing with my new puta, or having a bath and washing my hair.
Strangely enough, I chose the bath.
Tomorrow it will still be waiting for me.
Tomorrow I will unpack it.
Tomorrow I will hopefully have time to get as far as plugging it in.
When I lived in a shared house, years ago, we only had a shower. The bath had been disconnected and was full of plants. I used to long for the chance to have a bath.
Now I live in a house with a bath, I wish we had a shower.
Between those houses I lived by myself in a flat with both a bath AND a shower. Obviously I love living with DB, but I do miss having the choice of bathing or showering..
I still love baths. Really. Especially this one because it blows bubbles 😉 I just can’t bring myself to run all that water for 10 minutes’ washing, so I lie back and relax, and before I know it, an hour’s gone past and I still haven’t washed my hair!
One day, when we’re rich and famous, we’ll turn the upstairs loo into a shower. Until then, I will continue to lie back and enjoy the hot water. 🙂
I think I was justified. I spent the weekend at home with a blocked/runny nose instead of going skiing as planned, my head felt like it was the very heaviest type of time-bomb (likely to explode any moment), I had null energy and I could challenge dogs to barking matches.
The thing is.. I don’t ever phone in sick. I had about 5 days off school due to general illness in my entire life (I’m not counting the time I was in hospital as a little kid). I didn’t have any time off due to illness during my Glassblowing training except the time I fainted in class and was sent home for the afternoon.
I just don’t do being ill. Also, my mother is (or at least was) of the opinion, that anyone who isn’t technically dead is well enough to do whatever they’re supposed to be doing.
Since starting work 3-and-a-bit years ago I have had mild concussion (5 days), had my wisdom teeth pulled (5+3 days (one of the holes got infected)), skimmed my toes on a pavement (4 days), twisted my ankle (3 days), cut my fingers (2 days), been sent home for not breathing (hayfever/cold) (2 days), had some kind of lung problem (5 days), and probably a couple more things which I can’t remember. All of them (except the not breathing ones) are officially statemented and/or ordered by various doctors.
Today, I decided for myself that it would be more beneficial to stay at home than drag myself to work.
The day turned out to be beautiful, not that I saw much of it – I slept through the morning, and read half a book in the bath for most of the afternoon.