Passionate about: Theatre-Fine Art-Rational Discourse-Good Books-Bad TV.
Doing things with your hands is therapeutic.
One should never stop learning and questioning.
Actively involved in:
The dramatic community in Dubai.
The Old Library in Dubai
I get involved in as much as I can to promote a love of reading and thinking.
Thursday, 25 July 2013
Lacking inspiration and feeling sorry for myself
This is how I feel.
know how one sometimes get totally shagged out by a long squawk? That’s me. Having ranted and raved over the
last few weeks about computers and having a hissy fit at Poor Old Bryan (is
this the beginning of menopause?) over the house guest (mentioned in the computer rant) who
overstayed his welcome on account of Bryan not being totally upfront with me
about how long the house guest was staying (but let us not go there) I am all
that I have my home to myself and my calm demeanour (peanut gallery keep your
comments to yourselves) is restored I am all of a funk. Well not so much a funk
as a “can’t be bothered”. Also, when I
say "I have my home to myself" I mean entirely to myself. Bryan had a work thing in Jo’burg and has taken
the opportunity, whilst in that part of the world to get a bit of peace and quiet from his Witchy wife and to gad about South Africa visiting
his mum and the boys. By the way, when
should I stop calling my sons “the boys”? Consequently I am home alone.
first few days were bliss - sheer unadulterated bliss. But I have had enough of
that. I have no one to annoy. And I don’t
have Bryan forcing me to do things that I don’t want to do that get me out and about and having fun. And it
is summer in Dubai and the humidity is killing me. Oh I must explain. I love
the heat and I really don’t have strong feelings about the humidity but my
lungs have a very strong reaction to the combination of heat and humidity. If I
walk across the road from our building to the building that houses Sophie’s (one
of the few places in Dubai where you can get a cup of coffee during Ramadan -
if you were wondering why I was crossing the road) I am wheezing in a tight
chested I have smoked 200 cigarettes a day for 120 years kind of a way.And it is just plain exhausting. I am also
back in the gym with my wonderful trainer Fairel. Ho hum - one of the triggers of asthma in me is
exercise. So the combo of time of the year and exercise resulting in a semi-permanent
state of discomfort andbeing alone has
me feeling sorry for myself because I have nothing to distract me. I am exhausted.
I am in bed by 10pm. Pity party is in full swing. I can’t help but think that I
should have gone with Bryan to South Africa, BUT there is one thing that is worse
than feeling like you have been run over by a truck and that is feeling the bitter winter Antarctic wind whipping around about you in Cape Town at this
time of the year.
I am having a friend over for tea this afternoon courtesy of Ramadan working
hours. A gentle feminine afternoon of cooing over a new baby is exactly what I need.
I don’t have pets you see.
have crocheted a baby blanket for the visiting baby.Here it is.
did toy with the idea of being stylish and trendy with the design and colours
but I am terribly traditional in my choices of craft executions.
the subject of needle work I still have Cameron’s blanket to finish ( that will be terribly vibrant) and a wedding sampler to do. Between keeping up
with my reading ( people STOP making
wonderfulbook reading suggestions) and
TV watching ( my addiction – so much
better than being a middle aged soak - although not as interesting it has to be
said) and needle craft I really should not be falling into bed at 10pm.
Tomorrow is FRIDAY. I am reading and crafting all day. DO NOT DISTURB.
oh, oh I have to do a shout out today. My nephew (I am Greek its complicated)
is competing in the World BMX Championships in New Zealand this week. GO MATT.
Show ‘em what Zimbabwe has.