Anyone with tips on good buys to donate, add them to the comments.
Normally, I would be throwing a HUGE party for adults tonight. But no. And even though we are allowed 20, I don't want to bring that many different environments into our home, and to be honest, when we had the Eurovision party just after lockdown, that small a party felt a little sad and a bit of a downer...
But she wanted us to decorate the house. So yesterday, I spent all day doing just that. I do have some lollies to peg over the fence at anyone who does trick'o'treat, but it appears the rain may keep that to a minimum anyway....
What a strange year...However, in the grand scheme of things, this is the least of the disturbances, and a quiet weekend might be just what the doctor ordered!
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The outside no longer matches the inside. There's no other way to say it. In my head I still feel young. I think I'm young but then I get reactions that remind me that I'm not. At a festival. people will literally shriek "OMG! You're so old!" (to which the answer can only be "OMG! I know!" shrieked back at them, which they then find hilarious, tell me I'm cool or cute but the damage is already done and we know there's nothing cool about me and it's Betty White 'cute' they mean...).
At Music Bingo we were merrily dancing in our chairs (the new normal) to the songs from 2000's. In my head we were just like everyone else. Until Timmy Trumpet came on (who I absolutely LOVE) and I started energetically dancing. In my peripheral vision I saw people on the tables on either side do double takes and nudge each other (because I was apparently way too old to like such music). I have learnt not to look directly when this happens. If I keep it on the periphery, I can ignore it. But it is a stark reminder that I'm old.
And then there's the mirror. I'm not a big fan of mirrors, but post COVID, my body shape has changed and I've gained weight on what was always a flat stomach. Ageing has changed my metabolism. This makes my clothes look 'wrong'. It's my body taunting me to dress for my age. Which I don't want to. I don't like those clothes!
The face and the hair are marching on in time. The brain is not.
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I don't think about it until I'm reminded. Often with a jolt. I feel young until I'm reminded that I'm not. And it still gives me a little shock.
It's not all bad however. I have learnt to use my cloak of invisibility to my advantage and enjoy the freedom it brings. It has taught me not to be self conscious and limit myself. "Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.” (Samuel Ullman) and fortunately my soul is very dewy in its enthusiasm.
Alle Farben, while I suspect he was aiming it at thirty somethings, basically wrote my theme song. He provides brilliant life advice in this song.
I started on my collection for Share the Dignity - which always lifts my mood and also the Christmas shopping for the assisted living drive my friend organises.
I even posted - wait for it - THREE CHRISTMAS PRESENTS to people overseas in COVID stricken countries. I am seeing friends moods drop a little at the prospect of going back into lockdown. Quite understandably. So I am feeling quite ahead of the game with Christmas pending...(I am also considering writing Christmas Cards this year but that could be going TOO FAR!!)
I have dinner tonight with friends at a fabulous restaurant in the city, so really looking forward to that!
I've finished both my bookclub books so will try to cram in a book of my choosing before we get the next months. That for me is always an exciting moment. Picking what to read! Sometimes it's the smallest pleasures.
"The little things are the big things. It’s a fundamental shift in...experiencing your world with joy.” ― Richie Norton
Linking with #Dreamteam and #NaturesNotes
In the dark times, the light still fights hard to shine.
Sometimes we just have to notice it.
Linking with #SkyWatch
I'm content, even enthusiastic about daily life.
I know how to lift my mood if I'm down, and usually can with minimal effort.
Unfortunately, inside does not match the outside....as we shall see next week!
Because I don't have a camera inside my brain, here are photos of inside (buildings).
(see the follow up Outside here)
Linking with #RubyTuesdayToo and #AwwwMondays
I tried an introduction to pottery class at Clay Sydney. It was 90 minutes of hands on creativity. Or just getting very dirty, as I found out.
It was easier than expected but my creations were fairly rubbish.
I did have fun, and laughed a lot comparing mine to others.
I will take home 2 pieces once finished. They are not great, but I did make them. I will add the pictures when I get them back in 4 weeks. I couldn't take photos there because I was covered in clay! Hot tip, don't come in your work clothes or forget your own apron like my friend did. (COVID rule you can't use theirs)
The lessons I took home from this were two fold:
1. I am not going to make a great potter, and I don't have the attention span nor patience to do so. That said, one friend loved it and made three very lovely pieces but she had done it before.
2. Like life, you can start fast but you need to slow down to finesse the shape and detail.
And so a new activity to the list completed!
Linking with #MakroTex (I was going to post the Christmas Wreath I made last week but went with this old post as it's more focused...)
