We are up to our eyeballs in farewells to friends at the moment. Which is to be expected as there is only one day left before we leave the country.
Moving out of our house was exhausting but a lot less stressful that I had thought it would be and we have just spent two weeks staying out in the country at our friend Shona’s house ‘Summer’ where we rented the annexe. The whole place is surrounded by trees and birds and the air smells amazing. The house is closer to the mountains so we even had a snow shower when we had a blast from the South Pole.
We are now staying at Mike and Sue’s, which is in town but also very beautiful as the house and garden are so well looked after and lovingly decorated. They are tree huggers, like many of our friends and it shows in their surroundings.
Our going away party/spring equinox party was Saturday night and so it was lovely to cozy up the next evening with these dear, good friends and watch the first three episodes of ‘Edge of Darkness’ a favourite of us all since it first came out and won awards at the BAFTAs in 1986. Still a fantastic programme but so dated now in the technology they used, coppers using pay phones and rotary dial phones. Watching the rest of the series tonight after enjoying one of Mr T’s curries.
Outwardly I am just dealing with one small task after the other, trying to be organised and trying to get the weight down on my suitcase. Inwardly I am now firmly between two worlds, here and there, sadness and happiness, excitement and apprehension. We drop the dogs at the pet travel place tomorrow at 1pm and then on to the airport for our flight to Auckland – Shanghai and then Heathrow.
I have been awake since 5.30, and up since 6.15, full of energy and surprising Mr T who’s already up for work. This early awakening has been happening for a month or so now and I have to admit, I quite like it. Extra time to sit and drink coffee and read or surf or wonder at the world outside my window before it wakes up.
The energy I feel on waking and throughout the day is complemented by sudden surges of fiery bodily heat that has me casting of clothes in all directions. I appear to be arising like a Phoenix from the flames.
It is amazing to me to have all this energy, I am immensely grateful for it, especially at this particular time when I am packing and organising and having to be ‘on to it’. I try to remember not to regret all the years spent living in the grey mire. After all, I couldn’t fully appreciate how I am now with out experiencing the opposite.
In addition to all this unexpected menopausal energy is the fact that I am no longer able to drink alcohol the way that I used to – and that is so weird. I have gone from easily drinking the best part of a bottle of wine at a party with little or no ill effects to cautiously drinking one glass of wine because two will not only give me the start of nausea but also give me the hangover of the century. Why does no-one tell you these things may happen?
What is even weirder for me is that if this alcohol intolerance thing had happened a year or so ago I would have been devastated – no more social crutch, boo hoo, throw my toys out of the cot time. Now however, I feel quite calm about it and that is so odd – almost like I am on some kind of hormonal valium.
In my down time I am stitching and enjoying it so much. Around 5pm, after dog dinner time, I seek my spot on the sofa, gather the fur babies around me, cue up what ever I am binge watching (at the moment it is The West Wing and The Great British Bake Off), adjust the Anglepoise and happily stitch away. I have finished one piece –
and working on another..
and trying to organise supplies of embroidery cottons, fabric and yarn etc so that I have enough to keep me going after everything is packed. Then doing the classic of realising that I have packed something that I am actually going to need and then not being able to find which box I’ve put it in, grrr.
This morning I have dogs to walk and a fridge to clean before a prospective buyer visits this afternoon so I am off and running – hope you all have a happy, energetic day too.
Only this time it’s not a little move, it’s a great big journey across the briny and back to beloved Wales.
We arrive on the 21st September and are being picked up by our good, kind friends Kath and Jules, who are celebrating their wedding anniversary that day, the wedding that six years ago in Swansea, I acted as best woman.. What a fantastic day that was. And I had forgotten, I have enough problems remembering our own anniversary without remembering anybody else’s – yes I know that’s bad. In my minds eye I think of their wedding as being in high summer, it was such a hot, sunny, beautiful day.
I have been having a hard time of it lately and I know that because now the hard time has stopped I can look back and see what it was through clear eyes and shudder. Mostly I think it’s been to do with my thyroid medication. Those of you who have been reading my blog for awhile will know that I have Hashimotos disease. It’s an auto-immune disease where the immune system attacks the thyroid gland and causes fatigue, depression, weight gain etc. To treat it most people take a synthetic thyroid hormone called Thyroxine, usually it works and people return to normal, for some the symptoms can last for a long time. I’ve been taking it for years, but in the last six months, since I have been living in Carterton, the pharmacist has be giving me a different, generic form of the drug. And when I asked about it they told me that it was the same thing – no problems and they wouldn’t consider giving me anything else. So I took it and for months I have been feeling bad, crashing fatigue, depression (more than normal) , anxiety – constant tight ‘butterflies’ in the stomach and occasionally suicidal – oh yes.. I put it all down to ‘The Change’ good old menopause adding to my misery.
So about ten days ago I found a sheet of my old Thyoxine in the bathroom cupboard and thought – what the hell, let’s experiment. Five days in and I was feeling better and the last five days have felt like a major gift. No depression, no anxiety, normal energy all day, and happy.
I cannot begin to tell you how good that is.. Moving is always a stressful time, especially when you are going such a long way – packing, selling, sorting the dogs for their health checks, rabies vaccinations and flight. Trying to deal with everything with constant anxiety was awful – and now it has stopped.
I rang the medical centre yesterday for a new prescription which I will have filled in a pharmacy where they will give me the real deal. I spoke to the nurse and told her of my concerns about the generic drug – and she was tripping over herself to tell me how right my concerns were, how many patients say they have had the exact same experience as me – honestly WTF?!!
I never thought we would be going back to Britain, I just thought that this was it, we were here for good and tried very hard to just enjoy being here, and for the most part that worked. I think that if Mr T wasn’t so home sick I would be happy to stay right here, but he is not happy and we are going and now I am feeling better I am getting so excited I could pop! To think that in five weeks time we will be driving that beautiful drive from Swansea to Brecon and to our new home near Hay-on-Wye is just mind blowing, let alone seeing and hugging all our lovely friends who I thought we would never see again – it still feels really unreal.
I thought I would leave you with a photo of a visitor we found on our doorstep the other day – Australia may have way more fearsome critters than us but only we have The Weta!
We have been having weather. I really mean WEATHER..
It came in last night and we watched the rain radar on the Met Service website with fascination as two huge, multicoloured splodges of rain joined together and dumped on us. In addition they bought along their friend the wind and we had gales that kept waking me up during the night, bashing against the bedroom windows.
Today I was meant to be getting together with two friends for a potluck lunch and lots of lovely chat but that was cancelled due to travel concerns, the wind was honestly so bad that I wouldn’t have liked driving in it either. Toastie and Charlie talked me into going for a walk but we got quarter of the way around the park and both decided they had had enough and turned for home and I was happy to oblige, walking into the wind was difficult to say the least and my overactive imagination kept conjuring flying sheets of corrugated iron and crashing tree branches. In addition I could see threatening rain cloud being blown across the mountains and we had only minutes before it reached us. Don’t ask me why I wasn’t wearing a coat..really,
It was good to get back in the warm, dry and quiet.
So the rest of the day was lovely. I had gone mad yesterday and cleaned all the house, so apart from going outside and picking up the sodden washing of the ground, I did not feel the need to tidy anything, yay! Instead I made date scones with the never fail Lemonade Scone recipe except I used ginger beer instead and had them for lunch. I kept the fire going and read my book, Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead (on my top ten best books of all time list) for the second time, and I dozed and worked on designing a new stitching project and just generally had a cozy day.
So that’s me for now – where ever you are I hope you are happy and safe and out of the weather..
So, where was I? Doesn’t matter – I’m not there now..
Last time I looked I wasn’t Atlas, I do not have to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders and every now and then, like today and Sunday, I remember and my world becomes a lighter place.
What am I up too? Well, it’s the middle of winter here in little, old N.Z. and mostly I seem to spend a lot of time putting wood on the fire to keep warm. And dressing in lots of layers, and walking the dogs in the rain and drying wet dogs and wet washing and – well you get the picture.
I do like the winter though, especially when we get truly wild weather like we had yesterday, southerlies rolling in, lots of dramatic, freezing wind and rain. Giving me a chance to wear some of my sixty million shawls and hats and socks and boots.
I have been making stuff as usual, like this blanket, which handily warms my knees as I hook it.
The latest shawl, fresh of the hook and waiting to be blocked. It’s called The Sunday Shawl from a pattern on Ravelry and I am pleased with it except I could have been more careful about the main colour – dark blue is a blond dog fur magnet.
I am also doing some stitching, using my natural dyed fabrics. My brain has not been working well recently and although I wanted to stitch something really complicated it turned out that energy and concentration levels as well as the ability to MAKE A DECISION FFS, were not playing together nicely. So I’m keeping the design simple but interesting (to me anyway). I will show you it again when it’s finished.
I have company during my day of course, there is this dog..
and this dog..
and both of them are giving me the ‘it’s time to take us for a walk’ signals, so I’m off. See you soon hopefully🙂
I am off down to Wellington today to stay with my Mum so I thought I would get a quick post in before I go.
Mr T has been home since Sunday evening and he is transporting ourselves and our furry friends down so he can go back to work tomorrow. At the moment however he is inside the big house cursing a perfectly good second hand laptop that has been kindly given to Philippa my birth Mother and our landlady, but that sadly refuses to connect to the internet. (Since I wrote this he has conquered the internets and she is now on line🙂
I have been trying to get my head together enough to pack for a week away, which includes a trip up to Hawkes Bay at the weekend for my cousins 70th birthday lunch party. I am not good at packing. I get sidetracked easily and end up forgetting important things like phone and ipad chargers (like last time when we had to turn back just as we got to the edge of town) and glasses, medication etc. I know, I know, make a list you say but it’s still possible that I will have left something behind.
A couple of lovely things have happened since the last time I wrote. Saturday for example I shared a stall at our local New Rags Market with my friend Donna and although I had one confirmed shawl sale – to Donna, I also throughly enjoyed the event itself and talking to people. It was an absolutely freezing day, even sleeting for a brief time in the morning and our tables were set up in the foyer of the council building, the coldest spot, so many people were keen to get past us and into the warmer main part of the market. My other possible sale was to a women who got me to put a shawl aside for her so that she could pay me and pick it up during the week, I am trusting her so here’s hoping it goes through.
The other lovely thing that happened was that Jeremy Corbyn became the leader of the British Labour party – I am so pleased, really, really.. My lovely blog buddy Katy has written a blog post on the subject so if you are interested and also want a laugh, have a read. Also her previous post – Saying Yes, regarding the refugee crisis in Europe is well worth a read, I am so proud of her.
Anyway – I really am off now – time to hit the track, see you soon.
I used to pride myself on my ability to do more than one thing at a time. I’d actively look for multiple activities just to see how far I could push it. Nowadays I have to actively try to concentrate on doing one thing at a time to get anything done properly at all. And even then I still get it wrong, as evinced by my dismay at putting my jeans on around the wrong way, looking down with confusion at the arse-shaped fabric ballooning from where it shouldn’t.
I suppose I should be thankful I noticed..
The weekend has been lovely, really lovely. Several things joined together to contribute to the general loveliness of it all – firstly Mr T was home for the whole weekend and he has got over his flu. He seems to have been ill for the last month at least and so when he has been home he has been cast on the couch of doom, snorting and hacking and feeling like a bag of bollocks. Not much fun, but now he is well, yay!!!
Secondly – the weather, though forecasted for rain, morphed into warmth and sun and gentle breezes so we could have the tiny house door open and go for walks and generally bask in the temporary relief from freezing southerlies. This is not to be sneezed at – at this late stage of winter when desperation for sun sets in. I even cast off my second layer of trousers, (I wear leggings under trousers all the way through winter, and yes I do wash them regularly and they do not have to be cut off come snow melt), and then hastily donned them again this morning when I found the dream was over and I was a little nippy around the nethers.
Thirdly, although I was still brain fogged, I was blessed with a happy, quiet mind. This is good – very, very, outrageously good.
Apart from book club on Sunday afternoon, for which Mr T made a fantastic batch of Welsh Cakes and Philippa a Rhubarb Crumble Cake with cream, Mr T and I were happily unsocial and spent our evenings cwtched up on the couch with our fur friends watching many and varied – old Red Dwarf episodes, a little Boston Legal (Denny Crane!), cult Australian movie The Castle (for the eleventh million time) and inhaling multi episodes of The Brink with the ever gorgeous Tim Robbins and Jack Black.
Saturday afternoon found us charity shopping, drinking superb coffee and eating Hummingbird Cake at the Arts Centre Cafe and walking the dogs in the park. The town graveyard is adjacent so we had a wander around the early settlers graves. I was saddened by the headstone of a family who had died in the 1870s, the father first, leaving a pregnant wife whose baby died the following year at 5 months and then the death of the wife the year after. There can be few activities more guaranteed to make you glad to be alive than hobnobbing with the dead – I wholeheartedly recommend it.
So without further ado, a few photos..
Charity Shop finds include-
A pair of GoodyGoody silk slippers $3
A pair of china elephant bookends to support some of my most loved childhood books
and a 50 cent addition to my small ‘Made in Japan’ vintage china collection, which Mr T takes great enjoyment in mocking furiously when he comes home and finds I’ve acquired another little kitsch orphan, and who would want to deny him that pleasure huh?
That’s it for now – I have been writing this post on and off for most of the day interspersed with walking dogs, and having a lovely friend visit, so now it’s time to get on and make something.