Quiet Life
Aug. 31st, 2017 08:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ruthct21It is more difficult than I had expected to re-engage with normal life at home. It has a completely different kind of focus. When we were travelling everything was essentially short-term: what to eat, where to go, how to arrange the next bit of transport and accommodation. The big stuff was organised, where we were starting and finishing and the main stops in between, but most of our day-to-day activities were planned on the hoof, taking the freedom to pick up ideas and inspirations from the people we met or suggestions in the Rough Guide. We did have the occasional chill-out day when we needed the rest but of course we were always aware that anything we missed is probably missed forever because we are unlikely to re-visit where we went this time. There is so much more world to see!
There have been a lot of funny little tasks getting daily life re-started such as asking for New Scientist to be delivered again: telling the local library that I still exist even though I haven't taken out a book for nearly a year and getting my library card re-registered: trying to book a dental check-up and finding the earliest free date is in October. This morning the heating was on when we got up, after a cool night. (I fear we are going to miss all that sunshine and hot weather dreadfully). Today we saw the hairdresser and I asked for blonde highlights so now I am mainly blonde. When I catch my reflection I am not sure who it is.
We have still hunting for some of the things we use regularly at home. I haven't found my sewing kit yet so I am having to improvise. I didn't think I had packed it away - it's not the kind of thing people steal, surely? - so I expect I am going to see it one day soon, at the back of a shelf or on top of a cupboard, all very obvious. Bit by bit, we are sorting out what we have and what we need, what we will keep and what will go. One big suitcase of clothes and stuff has already gone to the charity shop: on the other side of the equation, I am starting to cook more than we need so that we can freeze meals for later.
A week tomorrow I am going to York for the weekend to attend a writers' workshop: the week after we'll be going to Party Conference: and early in October we'll have family visiting for assorted celebrations. Life here is getting organised again.
There have been a lot of funny little tasks getting daily life re-started such as asking for New Scientist to be delivered again: telling the local library that I still exist even though I haven't taken out a book for nearly a year and getting my library card re-registered: trying to book a dental check-up and finding the earliest free date is in October. This morning the heating was on when we got up, after a cool night. (I fear we are going to miss all that sunshine and hot weather dreadfully). Today we saw the hairdresser and I asked for blonde highlights so now I am mainly blonde. When I catch my reflection I am not sure who it is.
We have still hunting for some of the things we use regularly at home. I haven't found my sewing kit yet so I am having to improvise. I didn't think I had packed it away - it's not the kind of thing people steal, surely? - so I expect I am going to see it one day soon, at the back of a shelf or on top of a cupboard, all very obvious. Bit by bit, we are sorting out what we have and what we need, what we will keep and what will go. One big suitcase of clothes and stuff has already gone to the charity shop: on the other side of the equation, I am starting to cook more than we need so that we can freeze meals for later.
A week tomorrow I am going to York for the weekend to attend a writers' workshop: the week after we'll be going to Party Conference: and early in October we'll have family visiting for assorted celebrations. Life here is getting organised again.
