Monthly Archives: December 2011

Excited…

Oh yes!! Tomorrow, wallpapering takes place.

What? It’s Christmas, it’s holiday time…. yes, yes, I know all that, but what’s a Japes to do? It’s got to be done and this is the best time to do it! I’m at home for 12 days, it’s quiet, the neighbours are away, I needed something to do, and lying around doing very little lost all attraction around 4.00 p.m. on Christmas afternoon, once the sneezles and wheezles had all finished, and my end of term exhaustion had worn off.

More to the point, by then I was in a mood most foul and horrible, and not fit to be inflicted on anyone else. Honest, this was far and away the best plan. Constructive destruction it was…. I took all my temper out on stripping off the old wallpaper. I caused chaos in my local DIY emporium. I started by needing 10 rolls of wallpaper that was way out of my reach, continued with not seeing something that was right in front of my nose  – I was looking for a gray Stanley knife, not a blue one. I finished by dropping a tin of paint upside down, I was so proud – I only lost a bit of it, I was so fast in shoving the tin back onto it’s lid. I can’t imagine why the man who dealt with all of this went in a different direction when I went back the next day for the step ladder and some new screwdrivers.

I feel a whole heap better than if I’d had a lazy time, but next time I feel inspired to do this sort of thing over Christmas, I’m not telling anyone until it’s all over. I have caused angst and anguish amongst those who see this time of year for family and friends…. yes, well, that’s so not going to happen. We agreed about that a good while ago. I love my family, but we don’t spend time together. I love my friends as well, but the ones I’d like to be with are a long way away.

Still, enough of other people’s angst. I am excited about my wallpapering!

Just as well I planned a quiet time at home

for I am full of cold, sneezles, and wheezles. (No measles, though I did that aged 5. First migraine aged 13 and ‘flu, proper ‘flu, aged 45.) 15 consecutive sneezes!! I’m staying home, wrapped up warm, and keeping my germs to myself. I am very happy to be doing so!

Still, I am not full of anxiety as I was last year over employment and frozen pipes and guttering. Employment, whilst not ideal, is currently settled, and pays just enough to live on. Hopefully, the work done during the course of the year means the pipes and guttering will be better in more wintery weather!

Nor am I dealing with a boiler crisis, in a new home, which was the year before last.

Nor am I over-working as an organist or in any voluntary capacity in church.  I am in no rush to return to either of those roles.

Nor am I dealing with unreasonable expectations from other people… that’s lovely after many years creating Christmas for other people. I can see me wanting solitary Christmasses for a while to come because of that!

I finished all my preparations on Thursday, food, new books and DVDs, and apart from a trip to 8.00 a.m. Eucharist tomorrow morning at the nearest church (no buses, so can’t get to the church I’ve begun going to.) am not planning on going out for a few days now.

Happy Christmas.

Waiting patiently

Since Advent is all about waiting patiently, it’s an art I seem to have been practising a lot this week!

Trains… well, best not to discuss some of the weeks adventures. On the third day of such adventures, I did resist temptation, and remained waiting for the correct 15.03 train, (it was late, the previous train had been changed into one that didn’t stop at my station, the one before that was still due to arrive.) rather than get on the 15.03 train on the adjoining platform. I regularly have to resist getting the trains to Scotland, but this was the hardest I’d had to fight for a while.

I waited for my beautifully up to date paper work to be inspected. Did anyone want to see it? They did not. My consolation is if I’d not been totally up to date, I’d’ve been inspected.

Waiting for sense to prevail in several areas of my life – well, we’re working on it. With the aid of a shopping trolley