As you have noticed, I am usually at least one week behind with my blogging. There is just always so much going on that it takes me so long to catch up, and I do not find the time (or, rather, take the time) for blogging every day like some of you admirably do.
Let's go back to Friday, the 4th of September. Because O.K. was busy with a music appointment that evening, I did not travel to him until the Saturday. It had been another busy day at work, and when I finished at 5:00 pm, my comfortable yellow arm chair held a strong appeal - but I decided to take advantage of the beautiful sunshine and pleasant temperatures and go for a walk where I had recently been twice.
Like last time when I met the heron on my way back, I spotted a bird at the side of the path. I believe it was a kestrel. He or she remained there until I was relatively close before flying away across the field. I really enjoyed that walk of 2 1/4 hours - it did me much better than retreating to my armchair immediately after work, there is still plenty of time for that in winter, when it will be dark by the time I finish work.
Once again, a bright and beautiful moon lit up the night. The above picture was taken from my kitchen window just after 10:00 pm.
I traveled to O.K. on the next day, arriving around lunch time. After a spot of food shopping, we had coffee at the cottage, along with delicious plum cake made by O.K.'s mum, still warm from the oven.
Later that afternoon, we went for a walk, taking glasses and a chilled bottle of rosé along, which we got out on the bench at O.K.'s parents' allotment - just the two of us, such a nice way to celebrate the weekend:
Yes, my life is good, there is no denying. And yet, it is not all roses and sunshine. I do care about other people, and I do worry about what is going on in my country and all over the world.
Just to mention a few more personal worries, there is of course always the situation with my own parents, with my Dad's health issues. It would be impossible for him to remain living at home without my Mum's constant care and assistance. Then there was the friend and village band member who died of a brain tumour on August 28, only weeks before her 49th birthday. My mother-in-law in Yorkshire, still mostly self-reliant at 86, was admitted to hospital after she fell in her cottage and was unable to get up on her own. And my parents' friends in Australia have had bad news, too, with one of them having an incurable form of cancer.
But... much as all of this (and more) saddens and worries me, there is nothing I can do about any of it. The only thing I can do is to make sure I appreciate those around me while they are there to be appreciated, and to try and keep myself as healthy as I can, for as long as I can, so as not to add to the worries.
O.K. and I are going on holiday tomorrow. We are booked into a hotel in a tiny village in the mountains for 9 nights, not crossing any national borders. There is going to be plenty of hiking, visits to the hotel's spa, and culinary delights. I am very much looking forward to it - and although I can not really imagine what it will be like at the hotel, wearing masks everywhere except for at the dining table and in our room, booking time slots for the spa and so on, I do not feel guilty about going on holiday right now