Suddenly I seem to be wakened by sunrise every morning. My carer was here, as usual, at half past seven and already the sun was creeping towards the window when she drew back the blinds. Now, a couple of hours later, the central heating is off, the false flames on the electric fire are off and the sitting room is warm. Two more days and it is March. Now my only big decision left to make is whether or not to keep my car. I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that the answer to this question is 'no'.
I am having to face the conclusion that I will not ever again be able to walk with just a stick - even for a short distance. This means that even if my arms get strong enough to lift Priscilla into my boot (assuming she will go in my small car), I have somehow got to get from the boot round to the driving seat. It is all becoming an impossibility. It is a big step to take but maybe an inevitable one I fear.
Looking out of the window into my back garden it is a pleasing sight to see how far the sun is creeping in. In the depths of Winter the sun (when there is any) is so low in the sky that it never reaches over the roof of my bungalow into the back garden although the rockeries are steeply sloped. Now the sun is rising and three quarters of the garden is in sunshine this morning, lighting up patches of golden crocus and white snowdrops. Other bulbs, planted by my gardener while I was in hospital, are beginning to poke through and surprise me. This is helping to lift my spirits - sorely needed 'therapy' at the moment for us all I think.
A friend has just rung and is going to look into how much my little car is worth. It is surely a good buy for somebody with only 6,200 miles on the clock at four years old and an up to date MOT. My knowledge of such things is nil, but luckily I have so many good friends who will willingly help me.
No walk today - just didn't feel like it - and it isn't compulsory so I sat and read my Book Group book again - it is our Zoom meeting on Monday morning. I'm sure I have mentioned it before but in case you missed it - 'Mothering Sunday' by Graham Swift is a brilliant book - the best I have read in a long time. I have now read it twice and intend to read it again over the week end. It is one of those books which throw up new points with each reading and thus alter one's view of the whole thing. Do give it a try. Full moon tonight - the Snow Moon. Clear sky here. Enjoy.