I had awoken at five o’clock on Tuesday after only three hours solid sleep and a couple of hours sleep that wasn’t quite as solid meaning I was restless during that part. I can remember being restless but don’t know why because I went to bed very tired. Anyway the long and short of it meant I got up early and made the decision to take a walk. It was still quite cool at six-fifteen and it remained that way for at least an hour. I took no coat or warm clothing and wore only a top and skirt, it was just perfect for me. I was able to eat breakfast at eight-thirty on my return home and soon after E came down to join me. Once breakfast was out-of-the-way I got out the mower and cut the lawn. There was still dew on the grass but the mower coped with it. Following that I again watered both gardens and prayed that we might get some rain soon. E and I found time to sit on the patio before lunch after she had washed her hair and had a shower. She had a hospital appointment at two o’clock and I would be driving. Soon we were on our way and by two-thirty she had seen the physiotherapist and could leave but first we took the opportunity to visit our next-door neighbour who was still hospitalised. It had been a couple of weeks since she had been admitted (see previous posts) and the promises came and went but she was still left waiting. As I write this she remains in hospital and hopes to be able to leave at the end of the week. She may have to be placed in a private care establishment for a short time before she can come home. Nobody seems to know exactly what will happen at this stage. Whist E was waiting to see the physiotherapist she and I sat in the waiting area and I noticed a free publication regarding pensions lying on the table. It was a small booklet filled with information about pensions, how to set them up and later how to receive them when eligible. I opened it up to a page whose headline read ‘ What happens if you die before receiving your pension?’ and I immediately remarked ‘Don’t worry, we’ll post it on to you’. E, myself and a couple of other people couldn’t stop laughing at the irony of it all. Well what will you do if it happens to you?
It is Saturday 26th as I write this, the first day of a national three-day holiday. For the likes of myself who is now retired it means very little as I consider myself to be permanently on holiday! Not strictly true of course but I do feel that way most of the time. Time on my hands is something I have a plenty now and I can pick and choose whatever I wish to do. In recent times I have been very busy engaged in my projects at home which for the moment and whilst the weather is good I have on hold. I find though that I am itching to do something even in the hot weather. I am thankful therefore that I have a couple of gardens to look after, the smaller one at the front and the larger at the rear of the house. Neither of them could be considered small by comparison to the average garden size though the front one takes far less maintenance than the rear one. Today would have been a day for pottering about in the gardens where I can always find something to do but when I awoke this morning my neighbour was in my thoughts. If my readers will remember she is in hospital with chronic lung disease and the prognosis isn’t good. The doctors have given her possibly only three more months to live. She was supposed to be coming home last week then early this past week and now (as I write) it looks like it will be the next week. When it happens she will be receiving palliative care and arrangements are in place. E and I would have paid her more visits but for the fact we thought she would be home sooner and now it has been put back again.
We visited her soon after she had been admitted and this morning I said to E that I think we should visit again now that we knew she wouldn’t be home for a few more days. We drove to the hospital and spent a few hours at her bedside. She looked so much better than at our previous visit and she admitted to feeling much better too. We missed lunch without noticing the passage of time and it was after four o’clock before we found ourselves back at home. I sat out on the patio for an hour or so before returning indoors to prepare a meal. I think about my neighbour stuck in the hospital and unable to enjoy the fine weather we have been having and hope she won’t have to stay there much longer. I guess holidays mean very little to her too nowadays.