Drained

I thought with being so tired on Thursday night that sleep would have come easily but it didn’t. Well not exactly. I had taken a shower for doing so always helps me to relax and I usually then find falling asleep no problem. However it took me a while before I nodded off at ten-thirty or thereabouts and then I found myself awake again at two o’clock! From then until about six o’clock I couldn’t get more than a few minutes of continuous sleep. Too much on my mind perhaps? Friday (Good Friday) morning would normally see me taking a walk in the early hours but I hadn’t set the alarm to get me up before five. As it happened that didn’t matter for I was already awake though I hadn’t any intentions of going out at my usual time. I had decided to take my walk in the sunshine for once because the weather forecast indicated a very warm and dry day. Temperatures did rise to around 20 deg C and there was little wind. It remained sunny all day long. I thought I would take my walk around nine o’clock and return before lunch. I ate breakfast at seven and left the house just after nine. I chose to walk south along the main trunk road to Ainsdale, something I very rarely do as I prefer walking along the beach or though the dunes to get to Ainsdale though I often take the coast road too. At first it was very pleasant but by the time I had reached the beach I had walked around three and a half miles and it was getting too warm to walk without cover. A combination of tiredness, a lack of sleep, my age and the warmth of the day took their toll and by the time I had returned home (roughly seven miles round trip) I was feeling rather exhausted. A nice cool drink and my already prepared sandwich which I had made after breakfast and popped into the fridge saw me feeling better. After lunch I spent some time on the patio relaxing and did nothing else until four o’clock when I had to make the effort to water both the front and rear gardens. It is surprising how long that takes for the gardens are not small and the plants need plenty of water when the weather is warm and dry for days on end. It had certainly been warm and dry for many days. I gave the lawn a watering too which I don’t do as often. After lunch I also opened the door to the room I had been working in to give it ventilation and help it to dry quicker. The concrete had set but for a few more days it would be ‘green’ and needed leaving alone before I could lay the screed. That I planned to do on the Monday. Two more days of rest……..Shirley Anne

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Job done

E wants to retouch the remaining three of the white painted doors in the cellar hallway but for myself I consider the job done…

Slightly different from what it looked like a couple of months ago don’t you think?

Despite the job dragging on so long I enjoyed doing it most of the time. Some of the work as with the other rooms I had tackled in the cellar last year was mundane and boring and it often felt like I was getting nowhere. A lot of paint was spread over a lot of repairs and alterations in all of the rooms but for some reason the hallway repairs took longer than the rest. Perhaps I was simply feeling my age and just got tired of it all but then, like most jobs, everything just falls into place and in the blink of an eye it is done. If I could clear out the two remaining rooms of all the stuff in them I would find the time to refurbish them too. So now at last I can do some of the work that needs to be done in the gardens, especially the rear garden. Today is Friday 11th January and I have completed the work two weeks ahead of the date I thought it would. I am also very tired but not just from this morning’s work, I went for a five and a half mile walk beforehand. It went something like this……Went to bed at seven and dropped off to sleep. Woke up at ten-fifty and couldn’t get back to sleep. Finally arose at one-ten and went for my walk at two, an hour earlier than usual and when out decided to extend the walk. After breakfast and a little catch-up tv I finished the work at eight-fifteen. I lead a very strange life…

Shirley Anne

11 hours

Going to bed at almost ten in the evening had been a very unusual habit of mine this past year. It was especially so on Friday evening 5 Jan as I had arisen at one-thirty in the morning, over twenty hours earlier. It didn’t take long to nod off to sleep therefore and when I first awoke it was almost six o’clock. Having answered the call of nature I returned to bed. I had slept for around seven hours. I dropped off to sleep again and didn’t awake for a further four hours! It was just after ten o’clock and nearer eleven o’clock by the time I went downstairs. I certainly wasn’t in the mood for work but with a little encouragement and help from E I did manage to do a little retouching of paint here and there. She helped by retouching the white door paint on a couple of the doors and elsewhere. After lunch I forced myself to collect the middle-sized step ladder from the garage and fill in some gaps in the ceiling at the top of the stone steps in the cellar. That would get painted once the filler had dried but not on Saturday, I wanted to give it all a rest. The following week I knew I would be sorting out the cellar hallway floor and preparing for it to be painted. The project was coming to the end at last and I could concentrate then on other things. On Friday I made up my mind to dig out the long-playing vinyl records I own together with the USB turntable which had both been stored in the rear lounge.

Even those with the keenest eyesight will not be able to see that the record on the table is ‘A Hard Day’s Night’ by the Beatles. I own all their UK released albums and singles. I own albums by other artistes too of course, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Beefheart and many others all from the sixties and seventies. Problem was I hadn’t a turntable on which to play them. A few years ago I decided to purchase a turntable but thought rather than buy just a player I would purchase a USB turntable with which I could actually record the music too. I purchased what you see in the picture. However when I replaced the computer on which I had the converter program I lost that program and my machine got stored away. On Saturday I downloaded a new program with which I can now copy the albums and store them on the computer ready for playing at any time.

Shirley Anne

Way too tired

I had spent the best part of Christmas day alone in the house. I had been working in the cellar throughout the morning and although E was at home she was getting ready to visit her mom and I only saw her for five minutes. Our youngest son was staying over for the holiday but he also went out. I thought I would be ready for sleep when I went to bed in the evening but sleep didn’t come and I had planned getting up early the next day for a walk. When the time came for me to get up at two o’clock I still hadn’t slept a wink! Though I was tired I found taking the four plus mile walk very refreshing and easy. When I got home at four-thirty I ate breakfast and remained tired from that point until bedtime. Had I taken a nap I knew I would find it difficult to sleep later so I fought it off. For an hour or so I spent the time filling in some more holes and removing some surplus furniture from two doors followed by painting three of the six doors in the cellar hallway with their first of two coats of white emulsion. Two of the doors are shown below with their signage removed to make painting easier.

There was no need to paint the doors in a gloss paint, vinyl silk emulsion is good enough especially down in the cellar rooms. E prepared a coffee for me and I stopped work for the rest of the day as I was by then really tired. I prepared an early lunch and E went to see her mom again for the best part of that day too. She would see different members of the family this time and that was the reason for her going again.

Shirley Anne

How it changed

On the evening of Monday 17 th Dec. E received a call from her brother letting her know that once again her mom was in hospital. She left the house to visit the hospital but I remained at home. I had been working most of the day as you may have read in my post and was rather tired. I stayed up for as long as I could to wait for her return but finally had to succumb to sleep. I went to bed at ten-thirty and fell asleep in minutes. E returned home after midnight. I was so tired I slept in until after eight o’clock and arrived downstairs just before nine-thirty. E had just finished her breakfast and I asked about her mom. It appeared she had been sent home after a little treatment and thankfully was now fit and well.

   I told E I didn’t much want to work in the cellar though I had planned to paint the small store room floor. As she wanted to do some work herself in the utility room I wasn’t able to paint the floor anyway because of the noxious fumes it gives off. There was a small job I could do and which I did but it was very little. There were other jobs more important but my heart wasn’t in it. I wanted to dine out for a change and asked E if she would like to do the same. It was then that I remembered my van stocked full of old carpet, underlay and vinyl which had to be taken to the dump. So off I drove whilst E finished off her work. It was around one o’clock when we drove off for a meal. She suggested a specific eatery, a place called The Thatch and Thistle where we have dined often before. Strange as it may seem I was thinking of going there anyway. Our thoughts often agree but I guess that is because we have lived together for a long time. The meal was exceptionally good as it usually is in that place and we had a nice time. On our way back home E was able to buy some presents and carry out some business. The day turned out completely different to what I had planned the previous afternoon and I was grateful for that change. It would be a case of getting back to work on the Wednesday.

Shirley Anne 

Zombie

zombie 

NOUN

  • A corpse said to be revived by witchcraft, especially in certain African and Caribbean religions.
    1. 1.1 (in popular fiction) a person or reanimated corpse that has been turned into a creature capable of movement but not of rational thought, which feeds on human flesh.‘a world overrun by zombies’‘a horde of mindless zombies craving brains’
    2. 1.2 informal A person who is or appears lifeless, apathetic, or completely unresponsive to their surroundings.
    3. 1.3 Philosophy A hypothetical being that responds to stimulus as a person would but that does not experience consciousness.
    4. 1.4 A computer controlled by another person without the owner’s knowledge and used for sending spam or other illegal or illicit activities.
  • A cocktail consisting of several kinds of rum, liqueur, and fruit juice.

Origin

Early 19th century: of West African origin; compare with Kikongo zumbi ‘fetish’.

Well there you have it the dictionary description of the word. All pure fantasy of course unless you actually believe in such things. All I can say is the West African people must have had a vivid imagination!  On the morning of the 13 th October I awoke soon after 1 am. I had gone to bed early and ready for a good night’s sleep but didn’t get it until after eight-thirty which meant I had four and a half hours. I often only get that amount of sleep. However I was wide awake and ready for the day despite that. It had been raining throughout the night and was still raining as I stepped outside to go for a walk at two-forty. I was grateful for the lack of wind. On my return home I began to feel the effects of little sleep and wandered about like the zombie of 1.2 above. I never did like eating human flesh and I do have a conscience. Neither am I a computer under the control of another user. Perhaps a shot of 2 might have helped but I rather fancy a long sound sleep would be more appropriate! The matchsticks propping open my eyes helped whist I watched catch-up tv for a couple of hours after which I was as right as rain. Do you think I’m overdoing things a tad? Nah! I doubt it.

Shirley Anne

Getting near

After resting from my project on Thursday I returned to duty as it were on Friday (27). However, Thursday had not been spent just sitting down as yesterday’s post revealed. Once again I had difficulty in getting to sleep even though I could hardly keep my eyes open well before I went to bed. Nevertheless I did fall into a deep sleep seconds after I had looked at the clock at 3 in the morning. I awoke fully refreshed just after 8 o’clock and arrived downstairs for breakfast an hour later. I waited for E to join me and soon after I prepared her breakfast and she had eaten it I put on my overalls and went down into the cellar. I had two things set in my mind to do, one was to paint the rear of the door of the storage room…… and as you can see I painted it in mauve. The other task was to fill in the gaps and small holes in the floor as you can also see in the above picture and in this one….

All that is left to do is to touch-up the white paint on the walls in one or two places and also the architrave around the door. Later I propose to paint the floor, which will be a kind of test before I do the same to the floor in the Gym/Boiler room. That room still requires that I fill in the holes and paint over it as I said I would in earlier posts. At the time of writing I am finding much of my time is being spent looking after E’s needs and ferrying her to her various appointment venues. Let’s hope her condition improves so she can return to her normal routines soon. I know she is keen for that to happen too of course.
My next project may be outside if the weather allows but there are others inside that can always be started if that isn’t possible. One of those is the room we call the laundry though it had chest freezers in it too!

Yes, I think it is a mess too at the moment. The first task in there would be to replace the old sink unit (bottom picture) but the whole project may have to take a back seat for a while.

Shirley Anne

Busy but not busy

Gosh I was tired on Wednesday night but it didn’t help me get much sleep. I did get to sleep however but it lasted only three hours and I was awake again. When I awoke around four o’clock my mind was in overload thinking about everything and nothing. I found myself trying to solve problems as I lay there tossing and turning until finally getting out of bed around six o’clock. From that time on until about nine-thirty I walked about with heavy eyelids and wanting to return to bed though I knew I couldn’t. Once again it was down to me to do the weekly shopping as E was still incapacitated. It’s funny how one perks up when there is something to be done, something necessary that is. It was a slightly easier chore this time as I had a better idea of where to find things. Even so I found it strange that some items were not where I had expected them to be and even E says the same.

English: Canned food - Port Lockoy, Antarctica
Canned food – Port Lockoy, Antarctica (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As an example one would expect all canned food to be in the same area but at this store that wasn’t the case. E told me later that a certain manager had arranged it that way and saying HE didn’t have a clue. How could a guy get it so wrong she says with tongue in cheek? When I returned home it was almost time for lunch so I prepared it. There was no way I would be doing any work on my project and who was I to argue with E? She told me I needed to rest from it and I knew it myself though there wasn’t much left to do on it. Later, at five o’clock, I had to drive E to the hospital for her appointment. She was having a scan on her shoulder, yet another of her bodily ailments. We stopped by the supermarket on the way back home to purchase an item I had forgotten to buy earlier. Getting back home and it was now time for our evening meal. I was ready for bed by then but of course I had to wait till a more appropriate time……………..

Shirley Anne

And the plans which……

Best Laid Plans
Best Laid Plans (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

…didn’t happen! I was writing about making plans in yesterday’s post but on Friday, that is today as I write, I overslept. Over sleeping isn’t really true for had I not needed the sleep I wouldn’t have taken it. In real terms it meant I awakened at nine-thirty instead of eight o’clock which would be more my usual time. So it wasn’t the sleeping-in that prevented my doing some more work in the cellar but more the other things which got in the way. Prayer time, a shower, getting dressed, applying make-up, putting the soiled towels into the washing machine which had piled-up during the week and chatting with E all before I grabbed a quick breakfast, those were the things which prevented any work being done before noon. Following that I decided to venture out into the rear garden to sweep up the enormous piles of fallen ivy and some holly leaves that had been nicely stored in a couple of places by the high wind. It was another miserably cold day though it was showing signs of getting warmer for the snow had been slowly melting. According to the forecast it would be far warmer by the following Monday.  It was now almost twelve o’clock and time to return indoors to thaw out! I had been to the garage to collect the brush and bucket with which to sweep the leaves but returned later to empty out some things from my van and sort them out for storage. Now it was time to hang the washing after which I fitted a coat hook behind one of the doors upstairs. I was about to prepare lunch when E asked if I could help search for something in the cellar so off we went to do that. I had lost count of the number of trips to the cellar I had made in the previous couple of hours which is often quite normal in this house! At last it was time for lunch, it was one forty-five. By the time I had finished lunch I was in no mood for starting work, which would have been painting the room in the cellar. What can I say? There’s always tomorrow.

 

Shirley Anne

 

No sleep

I hadn’t done particularly much on Thursday (11) and had in fact arisen quite late that morning as I mentioned in the previous post but I still expected to nod off to sleep that evening. However, I had been watching a movie late in the evening which ran until one forty-five. Even then I wasn’t ready for bed so I watched some more television. Before I knew it was almost four o’clock and still I wasn’t feeling tired. I ended up not going to bed at all, not even taking a nap on the couch. I expected I would definitely sleep on Friday night though. Sometimes it goes like that but usually I have at least a couple of hours sleeping. Once many years ago, not long after I had qualified as an electrician I was involved in a job with a couple of colleagues carrying out alterations to the main electrical panels and supply cabling in a factory which took us around forty hours to complete. We all of us worked right through for the full forty hours taking only breaks for meals. Of course I was much younger and took it in my stride though it is said that younger people need more sleep than the rest of us. You could argue that older people require less sleep because they do less work and that could be true. I know that if I lounge about all day I am not going to feel the need for sleep. Whatever is said we do need sleep as it allows our bodies to rest, or does it? Many people have researched the reason why we sleep but as yet there is no definitive answer. Our brain just switches us into a different state and there we are, asleep. Have a look at this site….http://www.theatlantic.com/science/archive/2018/01/the-mystery-of-sleep-pressure/549473/   . Fascinating isn’t it? There is no escaping the Sandman too long unless there is something wrong with us. We are simply made that way it seems. No doubt an answer will be found sometime in the future but in the meantime I wi…l…l….yawn!

Shirley Anne