It's Sunday and I'm relishing my last, long weekend for a good few weeks. It was so good to catch up this morning but you sounded as tired as I feel chick, I so wish I could nip over and whisk you off for 36 hours of carefree fun, to eat... we would begin with scones and coffee, laugh, chat, bitch and laugh some more, with a decent amount of alcohol thrown in for good measure, probably around hours 12 to 16, it would be rude to abstain. I do miss you. I'm sure that within a few weeks time, life in both time zones will settle down and become more routine again. Life goes through fazes like this right? It's just a faze and it will be over soon.
I didn't sleep great, no idea why. I went to bed early as I was tired, took forever to get to sleep then woke really early. I finally gave up around 6am and got up. By the time I spoke to you, I'd surfed the net for an hour, done half of Tracy Anderson Butt and Thigh workout, showered and was midway through toast when you called, once again, apologies for crunching down the phone line.
I treated myself to a new gold eyeshadow last week. You know that I like a bit of sparkle and while this is very gold and very sparkly, imagine flecks of gold leaf... it's subtle and unless you were staring at my eyelids while I cast my eyes downwards, you probably wouldn't even know it was there... but I know it's there, I love it.
Did I tell you that yesterday I got here, to Starbucks, and someone was already in my seat? I know that they are communal seats but they're not really, us regulars that are here practically 50 weekends out of 52 should be given an embossed, "reserved" sign don't you think? Anyway, they were light weights and had left after 10 minutes, at which point I reclaimed my natural window seat.
Anyway, I was the first customer of the day today, I don't even have to give in my order now, the staff are so good, and I had a good bitch with the Barista about people not observing the 2 minutes silence... her boyfriend is in the Army so she was as infuriated as I was... am.
So, it's now 10.15am, and my eyes are smarting, I have obviously peaked for the day and I now feel tired. Today is a gloomy day, we have blanket cloud, it's dark grey and I needed full headlights to get here safely. On the upside, the fairy lights that are entwined in the garlands that wrap around everything here are beautifully glowing, and it's not even night time.
I have two five day weeks in work ahead, (how the heck will I cope?) I have already started to attempt to think outside the box. When to wash, when to iron, which bedding I should use, what meals should I have, I need to make things easier for myself for a few weeks rather than make myself miserable trying to stick to a regimented routine. Think outside the box... be nice to yourself. Could you possibly remind me of this in, oh, say around 10 days time when I'm a basket case???
As I write, it's now 1.35pm and three weeks today, I'll be on a plane heading for NYC baby ;) I really can't believe I'll be heading that way again and I just want to soak everything up like a giant sponge and remember it forever, or at least until I inherit the early onset Alzheimer's.
It's now 3pm, my visitor has just left and I am suddenly very aware of the sands of time. People you know who were once as bright as buttons are now... well, not so shiny anymore, not so sharp. It's like walking a tightrope because you suspect that they realise they are not as they were, but you don't want to show that you have noticed too.
It's a reminder that not only are a lot of things around me decaying, crumbling and fading, but I'm reminded that you only have one life, and I believe that you only regret the things that you don't do. Life is for living, sharing, laughing, and learning. Just have to keep reminding myself of that, and if all else fails... write it down so that you don't forget. Love you x
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