Hallöööcheeen!

Not a very good night, as I was finally all warm, comfy and snuggly about to drop off into deep sleep, my bladder said “Hello? Wake up! Take me walkies!” Grumbling I got up ... as always that joke popping into my head:

Translation: Brain: “This is it” Back: “The perfect sleeping position” Joints: “Yes, absolutely” Muscles: “Finally!” Bladder: “Cooeeee! / Heeeellooo!”

Always makes me smile, even as I’m dutifully limping on painful feet and creaking hips to the white throne. The rest of the night was the same frustrating cycling through sweating, cold, sweating, cold. Part of me keeps hoping every time it’s finally Menopause as the monthly cycles are beginning to really frustrate me – my mother was in her early forties, and I’m already fifty.

As I left for work this morning, I noticed that more and more Alyssums are opening along the path, still only one, two flowers each, but soon I’ll have another honey-sweet field of white along the path! It smells so lovely!

Work is picking up again, another new task landed on my desk – I always prefer being busy, the more work, the better. But it will mean less time to write this blog. Do I hear a sigh of relief? But today I’m a little sleep-deprived – in part due to the cycling all night, but also because I drank Coke at the Braai. I’ll simply make it an early night tonight which should get me back on track.

Our gardener promised to come today, the only task I’d like him to do is clear more of the thick, heavy branches in that hedge, expand our rockery. Once that’s done, I let him do what he wants – he knows much more about gardening than I ever will! He always shakes his head at this crazy German who has no plan, just throws seeds into the beds and waits to see what comes up. He said he wanted to clean the courtyard, which I thought a good idea.

I got home and at first didn’t see any work done – though the drum is full! I’ve had the same when I had worked on that hedge of horrors – I’ve tried taking before and after photo’s, but the work is just not visible. Yeah, it looks slightly different, but that’s all. When I went for a closer look, I could see the work he’s done – since I’m intimately familiar with that place, having spent the past couple of weekends filling the drum with thorns from the same area.

My neighbour had baked cookies yesterday – yum, yum! I had to really restrain myself to not finish the whole lot in one go. Especially since I’m too tired to cook or even make lunch for tomorrow. Just showered, then had some smoked whatever for dinner – it’s only eight and I am ready to go to bed.