Reverie is a state I spend a lot of time in these days - now I have a carer who also brings me meals and cleans for me there is little else for me to do. I have a long (for me) walk each day and then potter. Yesterday I got to thinking about 'time'.
It is forty-five years this September since my son left home to go to University in Manchester to read Music. Forty-five years - he now has children and one grandchild and another on the way. Where has the time gone and how can he possibly be sixty three when his childhood seems like yesterday?
It is sixty nine years since my first marriage - a very happy one which lasted thirty nine years and after two and a half years of widowhood I married my farmer and it is now four years since he died - and it seems like yesterday. Where has time gone?
It no longer seems possible that so much time has elapsed. And I certainly don't wish I was young and just starting out on life now - but I expect that is how every generation feels.
What has prompted me to write along these lines? Well each day during schol term time a bus which takes Primary School children from outlying areas to the Primary School parks down a road just opposite my sitting room window. As I set out this morning on my walk round the driver got out and I stopped to speak to him for the first time. At 84 he is still driving and has no intention of retiring. He insisted on doing the whole of my walk with me, going the long way round to his own house. The company was very nice and we both enjoyed the chat (he too lives alone). And we got talking about time and what a strange concept it was.
Somehow I think the older one gets the more one thinks about 'the old days'; not a day goes past when I don't think of some incident in my childhood, my school days, my childhood friends, escapades, they all seem to float to the surface of my thinking.
Changing topics completely - my landline is out of order and BT are coming to look at it on Wednesday morning. In the meantime the appointment I had this afternoon with The Falls Team has fallen by the wayside. They always ring before they arrive just to make certain I am in. I rang them but only got an answer phone, I left a message but obviously they haven't received it as the time has long passed for their visit and nobody has come. All I can say is that it is a good job I walked round with my bus driver friend this morning otherwise I would still be waiting for them without having had my walk.
Are we to have a hold up in release from the final stages of Lockdown? It would seem so - we shall know later today and as distressing as it may be we must abide by what the experts say, especially now we have got this far. It does look as though we must grit our teeth and carry on.
In the meantime I must look seriously into buying three or four low growing shrubs for my rockery which is plagued by the Mares Tail weed. Preferably they should be evergreen. Any suggestions anyone?