For several weeks I’ve been planning, getting ready, socialising, recovering, planning, getting ready…
I cannot remember the last time I was so sociable. Some of my social skills are rusty through lack of use. I’m sure that, to some, I was ‘that rather odd woman’, but I don’t mind. I can keep practising, when I wake up again.
Bloggy buddies, I was out of the house. At night. I met people I hardly know, people I’ve known for over 20 years, fellow volunteers, Irish dancing parents out of context. I sang and danced and giggled and chatted and giggled some more. I got dressed up. Girl2 arranged my hair, and then claimed the flower headdress for herself.
There was the launch of a fabulous, must read book, a formal with the same dress from the fabulous frock lady, book club, World Cup football watching, a concert and a 50th birthday, with delicious beer from @BelfastBrewing.
I feel a little like I did after the summer school last year, tired but buzzy. My mind has been reminded of itself. I’m excited by remembering that I’m still me, along with the ME. I may be sore, anxious and permanently fatigued, but there are moments when I’m silly with friends, and that’s wonderful.
To finish the run of unusual activity, Spurs Fan and I went to a garden centre on Sunday afternoon. We avoided the fancy wellies, the wedding paraphernalia and the memorial stones and came home with a wicker trug (isn’t that a great word?) and an ornamental sheep. Spurs Fan wasn’t at all convinced by the sheep, but now it looks at us from behind a wee tree, and I smile every time I see it. Money well spent.