Before my eyes are open I can tell what sort of day I’m going to have. Now into week four of our lockdown I have realised how much the weather controls my motivation. Today – grey. I’m learning to make decisions the night before or if not I prevaricate. On miserable days I’m happy to take breakfast and laptop back to bed. On sunny days it’s so much easier to get up with a bounce even though there’s nowhere to go, no time limits, no have-tos.

I’m the product of an optimist and a pessimist and can swing very rapidly between the two. I’m also stubborn and no amount of trying to encourage me is going to help. Have a word with hubby – It often has the opposite effect coming from him.

Today was a difficult day (said Pooh.) Coolish, grey and with rain forecast. No must dos except eat. The days are revolving around food and ok so I’m preparing and sort of enjoying having time to do more elaborate things rather than get home tired and hungry, throw food together while nibbling because it’s late. Food seems to take up much more time not only cooking and eating but thinking about it and planning what to have. That’s something new. Positive I think.

I am so trying to keep up with my 10,000 steps a day routine, otherwise at this rapidly advancing age kilos pile on (don’t forget there are 2.2 pounds to a kilo) bad news. So this morning I set off thinking that if I can just clock up 2,000 or so and then do that 5 times a day I’ll have done it. I did just that, created a circular route near to home – not too boring. Got home and slumped, only four more excursions to go. I’m a limit, a deadline, a have to do person. No deadline, no do. Prevarication could be a good name for me.

 

Bamboo Old and New

Bamboo Old and New

 

I went out again after lunch and broke my new plan. Completely ignored my idea and headed off along the river bank with its tall, leaning bamboo and a raucous calling of different birds. Again I thought I must bring my dictaphone, funny how ideas, storylines, descriptive sentences fly into my head while out in nature but are nowhere to be found when back home. Today I broke another rule and took my phone with me, just for the camera.

 

Adze

Adze

As I retraced my steps of many walks this last month through the olive grove something bought me to a standstill. I looked around, listened. Not a thing. But on the ground was evidence that someone had been there. The first sign of man I’d come across. Feeling rather apprehensive I went closer, lying on the ground was an adze. All alone. It wasn’t there earlier. A step or two further on and the actions of the adze were clear. Bamboo had been hacked down along the edge of the olive grove. Possibly to keep it away from youngish fruit trees, quinces and almonds. It was almost a crime scene. Weapon evidence but where was the culprit. Would I want to see them anyway? If I did what would I do? Then there’d be the guilt of should I be out? Should they be out?

So as I wandered, I wondered and I pondered. A new short story started to brew and now I remember I’m going right now to fish out the dictaphone, an unopened birthday present still to be used, so it can accompany me my next wander. Just 3,042 steps to do and this will have been a good day. I might even come back with a completed story or maybe I’ll have got wet! With a threatened four more weeks to go.

Come back sunshine…

 

B C Ing U in two weeks.