Not for celebrations

I just didn’t feel like doing anything on Saturday, nor the evening before when Stephen and I had been invited to Friday night drinks. We ended up cancelling on that event and just as well we did as I was in bed by 7.30. I just felt terrible that afternoon.

Saturday wasn’t much better. Ordinarily it wouldn’t matter – just have another quiet day at home, but Saturday was my 68th birthday. Normally I would do something. When Levi offered to come down and take us out to dinner, I even reneged on that, but decided soon after that we would travel north and bring a takeaway lunch to his place.

I had actually been feeling like finding some bush and doing a bush walk, but the weather wasn’t that conducive to such a thing and Stephen didn’t feel like walking either. Going to Levi’s was the next best thing and I did manage a small walk later that afternoon. The takeaways were the worst I had ever had, with fat dripping off the chips and into the surrounding paper. The milkshakes were watered down. It is disappointing when one splashes out, only for the meal not to be what one was hoping for. We made a mental note to never shop there again. Most of the people were in an adjacent coffee bar and that is usually an indication that the food isn’t up to standard as we were the only customers in this joint.

However, come Sunday and I was back to my normal self. Stephen and I rearranged the front entrance to our house, which entailed pulling up the broken concrete slab, laying two half railway sleepers, and planting the ponga logs that Stephen bought me for my birthday. We pulled some of the pots from the enclosed decking and placed them by the pongas and now, for the first time, have something resembling an entranceway. I am very pleased with it.

While travelling back from Levi’s, I spied some rotting hay bales at the business where I had bought my last lot, for mulching the garden. I phoned this morning and yes, they were for sale, so we shot up to Awanui and brought 10 of these home with us. They will be perfect for the garden. So from going from days where I was so lethargic that I could barely do anything to being enthusiastic about getting stuck into some of the chores, is extremely satisfying. Lets hope the enthusiasm continues.