This is a braindump of randomness.
My tendinopathy is healing, if more slowly than I would like. My physio's recommendation that I have my vitamin B12 level checked turned out to be a good call. My level is borderline, currently not quite low enough to require treatment, according to my GP, but definitely low enough to require monitoring. More testing in December. Reading what the Internet has to offer on the subject indicates that my age, taking metformin for diabetes, and taking a proton pump inhibitor for acid reflux are all factors that might lead to reduced B12 levels.
My physio has now also assessed me for the pain, numbness, and pins-and-needles in my hand, which has gradually got bad enough to interfere with my sleep. It a problem that starts with my neck (C6), but one that should be easily fixed. I've ordered a wrist brace to wear in bed for possible carpal tunnel issues (I flex my wrists a lot
in my sleep). I've got exercises to do with my arm and neck. And I've got very strict instructions about my posture, not sitting too long, and not slumping. Apparently I have the beginnings of a hump from spending so much of my life hunched over for work and play. Shoulders back!
The historian Mary Beard has the twitter handle @wmarybeard. I read this as 'WilliamandMary Beard'. Every time. A misspent youth reading 1066 And All That
, is probably to blame.
Henry, the white cat, continues to visit and make himself at home, taking advantage of the catering facilities, enjoying the companionship of The Princess, and asking abrinsky and I for attention if we're around. He's a real cutie. On Monday evening his dad came round looking for him because he had a vet appointment and had conveniently disappeared. His dad assured me that he's well-cared for at home, not that I doubted it.
We are leaving tomorrow lunchtime for a week by the sea in Wales. Today we are engaged in the sort of leisurely preparations that feel both productive and more like pleasure than chores. I'm roasting ALL the veg, so that we can use them as salad (carrots, beetroot, sweet potato) or ingredients in cooked dishes. I've roasted aubergines to a purée, in which state I find them a very useful ingredient. I've just got some roasted peppers out of the oven and put them in a box so their skins will just slide off when they've cooled. Then I shall slice them finely and keep them in the fridge in oil - perfect for adding to salads, oil and all. (I can't eat raw peppers because the skin disagrees with me terribly, and anyway I love the sweetness that comes with roasting.) The roasted fennel is an experiment.
I might make some lemon polenta cake this afternoon.
I'm also doing a bit of ironing. I'm learning to love ironing as a way of getting to know my clothes, keeping an eye out for essential maintenance, seeing how they wear and change. So that doesn't feel like a burden any more.
And I'm thinking about which books and which crafty things I shall take with me. That's always a pleasure.
I like to thing that this is what life will be like when we retire. I'm looking forward to it.
When I asked our neighbour to look after our cats next week, he asked me to walk Percy for a week next month. Fair exchange.
Last week I completed the most onerous task that was still hanging over me, as part of my charity work. I was SO RELIEVED. And then unexpectedly found myself feeling massively sad about it all. Not regretful, just sad. I'm also pretty sad that none of my fellow trustees have been in touch to say...anything at all...about the fact I'm leaving. That has made me sad and hurt and confirmed I've made the right decision.
It remains true I have learned an awful lot in the last five years, grown a lot, and benefited from working with some truly awesome women. I get to keep that forever.