Pieces about events, fears and hopes of the day ahead
“A memory to treasure on darker days”
Tuesday the 3rd by Peter
This day to me means pain, foreboding and terror.
After much waiting and waiting and becoming of nervous disposition.
The day of judgement has arrived.
What damage will they discover? What terror is awaiting me? What obstacles lie beneath?
Time will tell as it always does.
As I am sitting here in the solitude of home contemplating the long hours of waiting before my date with destiny.
“How bad can it be?” the inner voice whispers to me.
My inner voice obviously doesn’t realise I’m going to the dentist.
Tuesday the 3rd by Elizabeth
It’s Tuesday 3rd November & I feel a productive day is ahead of me.
First things first is to feed the fur babies.
Quick shower & get dressed, which is always a good idea.
Then a little breakfast. Check in with a few friends. before preparing things for a baking day.
Once the baking is done, take a friend to the dentist even though I’m unable to go in, it’s a little support for when they come out.
Pop back home to collect the baking & drop it off to a friend & my mam, before heading home to have a soak in the bath, sit with the fur babies & relax.
Saturday, a special day by Liz Gregson
I awoke early, thinking of the usual Saturday morning tasks, groceries to buy and jobs to do.
During the last few days the weather had been dull with leaden skies, misty mornings and sombre colours, as autumn was merging into winter.
When I opened the curtains to the sun rising in a clear blue sky after a hard frost everything looked different. I was eager to go outdoors and begin my day.
As I walked I looked around happily, relishing the bitter cold on my face.
Frost covered the rooftops and glistened on the branches of trees. The autumn leaves remaining on pavements were no longer damp, but crisp with frost.
As the sun rose the colours were brighter and more distinct, making everywhere look more cheerful.
After several bleak autumnal days winter had arrived so suddenly with the promise of a glorious day. A memory to treasure on darker days.
Anxiety by Barbara Douglas
The window fitters are coming.
Have I made a mistake by not choosing a more expensive and nicer design? What will they be like? I don’t like having tradespeople in the house, especially during COVID. I’ll have to disinfect everything after they leave. What if I miss something?
Don’t be silly – windows are windows. So long as they keep the wind and rain out and let the sunshine and the fresh air in, you won’t notice their design in a few months’ time. As for the tradesmen – they may surprise you.
P is trying to buy a houseboat. I know NOTHING about buying a boat. How can I support her, and try to sound positive, whilst inside I have this feeling this may be one of the best or the worst things she could do.
You took risks at her age. You survived. Some didn’t work out so well; others were one of the best things you ever did. Curb your anxiety and pick up the pieces if you need to, but hope it will just turn out well.
Lots of work to do. Don’t know how to get through it. Have to give a 2 minute spiel at a webinar this afternoon. Want to do the Elders Council justice.
Everyone is working so hard to make things happen. Sounds trivial, but important to me. We all deserve some positive recognition.
I think I need a hug. A strong, positive, human hug. Years ago I remember nearly asking someone just to give me a hug because I needed it. I know he would have understood, but I managed to hold back.
I think people are more understanding of the need for human hugs after COVID.
Tuesday by Pat Stott
On Waking up on Tuesday
Woke at 7am, still dark and gloomy, loo visit then back to bed, didn’t expect to go back to sleep but I did, until 9am. The sun was shining and I felt cheerful thinking of my zoom writing group later.
Had a leisurely breakfast, salmon and scrambled eggs then sorted out what I needed to do. I knew there would be lots of fun as we read out our stories based on a final line of “I never expected that…”
And there was, the group overran by 30 minutes as no one wanted to leave.
Switching off the laptop and losing everyone reinforced my loneliness, so I needed something to fill the afternoon. I found the box of Christmas cards, some new, others left from previous years and I began to write again.
The overseas ones first then down the list I had from previous years, I realised that everyone on it was going to receive a card, I had lost no one I cared about and my spirits rose.
I found a card I had made from a photograph of my husband in a Santa suit, instead of feeling sad it brought back happy memories and I “whatsapped” it to others who had known him.
The comments were quick to come back and I was smiling again. It stopped the card writing but I didn’t care, as Scarlett said “Tomorrow is another day” and I went to bed happy.
The Birds by Chris Burridge
My sister called by to return something
She put it in the garage and we talked
We talked –
through masks –
socially distanced –
and I yearned for a hug.
As we talked,
a gang –
of gregarious long-tailed tits
came noisily –
via their undulating flight paths,
the just-filled bird feeder
delighted us both
Like a Newcastle Friday ‘girl’s night out’
this excitable flock seemed to be an omen
that we too could all flock together soon.