Week 41 - 279 days of the year have gone already . There are 87 left until we see the back of 2020. What is this week going to bring? A course of moving about at home . I should Skype and join it but not sure that I will. It is Monday and the start of another week . I could have laid in this morning but Monday is swimming day. I looked out of the window and it was dark . The last few days have started dark . It is normal for this time of the year. It wont get lighter for another few weeks when the clocks change . Today I decided to be positive . What did it matter if it were dark this morning ? It would lighten up eventually. My thoughts for the day were written by the mystic Mahareshi Mahesh Yogi who spent time with the Beatles . He said that We must learn to take life less seriously and to laugh So that is what I am going to do . Monday - I smiled at the thought of it and what I would do . I had that fixed smile of
a synchronised swimmer as I swam length after length. The ceiling needs painting I thought . It is looking jaded . Perhaps they could have painted it whilst closed from March to July. The colours caught my eye . The sun shining in through the windows . The blues of the pool . The tiles turning the water blue coloured .An illusion for the eye.
I smiled over breakfast . I smiled over coffee and cake . I thought whats the point of worrying whats going to happen to day . It will happen because of me or despite me .
Tuesday - another dull and miserable day . Too dark to walk at 6.45. I had to wait until 7.15 . We are off up Swarthick Road . Past the posh houses . There is still colour in the gardens . The last of the roses are still trying their best to cheer us up . I smiled at them . The words of the Maharishi rang in my ears. I was going to smile all day and make the most of it . What if it rains ? Who cares - the sun will shine through
. There were signs of Spring amongst all the Autumn colours . Catkins just starting to bud . By Spring they will be hanging prettily . I wont be seeing them . We are going down the allotments . I wondered if I would have liked an allotment . Yes they are a lot of work but worth it growing all those vegetables . There was there . The place was deserted . I would need a rotivator to clear the soil . But it would be worth it . The Autumn colours would be there in the allotment, The yellows and reds of the squashes . The red tomatoes . It all felt lovely but quiet .
The Stubbing Pond was quiet. Not a soul about until I reached Pearces Lane . A man with a dog . Why did he not walk on the correct side of the road I wondered ? We were always taught to walk with our faces towards traffic. He was walking with his back towards the traffic . He made me cross over . The next people I on him walking on the wrong side . We discussed how people nowadays dont understand walking on the right side of the road . I still smiled .
Wednesday Hump day - dark and gloomy the sun was not shining . Swimming . I didnt need the sun to swim . This mornings words of wisdom were similar to the words of the Indian mystic who inspired Paul McCartney and George Harrison . This time it was Sai Chinmoy You will not have to run after happiness , Happiness will run after you That cheered me up. I worked hard all day - the usual buzz meetings , the usual courses and a letter from the solicitor telling us that everything was ready bar for the signing on our new home . We just had to call in and sign up . That can wait until next week. programme packed up. I thought no rush as the sale is a week and a bit behind and no doubt on tomorrow . I drank wine . Covid wasnt going to ruin our party .
Thursday - More work . More swimming . I was still happy . Nothing was going to stop me smiling . And then there was Friday - the end of the week . Tier 1 , 2 and 3 . they are the new out from the government . Tier one at the bottom - things are not too bad and we dont need to shut down too many things .
