My body and mind tend to burn out pretty quickly these days, but I am fortunate that I can escape at regular intervals.
I’m off on a week-long adventure today and it will be one of those breaks where I may or may not blog, depending on the quality of the wifi and my inclination.
Worst case scenario will see me blog again on July 27ish. Is that a Monday? Can’t be bothered looking it up.
One of the things I will be glad to briefly escape is my body corporate committee. World War 3 erupted yesterday over the height the hedges, after they were trimmed by the new gardeners that I hired.
At one point I had to message the WhatsApp group asking them not to abuse the gardeners, who were just doing what they quoted to do.
FFS.
Yes, yes, committee, they’ve taken one third off the top of the hedges, but it is for the greater good and it will thicken the hedge up. Calm the eff down people!
It was very off-putting to be bombarded with angst and hand-wringing and photos taken from a second floor balcony that made it look like the hedge had been reduced to one-metre high.
I trudged out to soothe the gardeners and assess the height of the hedges, which remained substantial at over two metres high. (Noting that the gardener in the main pic is standing on a ladder …)
If I wasn’t sick of co-ordinating the maintenance of the entire building before, I bloody well am now.
As for my body as opposed to the corporate one … the plan is to spend lots of time in the water over the next week, loosening up. My sacrum and hip are killing me. I spent yesterday constantly microwaving one of those heat packs and rolling a spiky ball across my lower back. And sleep is a struggle due to the pain.
I have no idea what’s caused the flare up again, I thought my tendon issues were behind me.
My manual labour hand is also giving me problems, which is weird as I’m left-handed. But my right hand does all the heavy lifting on stuff like opening jars and it’s struggling right now.
Bloody middle age.
Fortunately my sister stayed with me last night. I cooked steak, she brought an Argentinian red and we danced around my living room to disco hits. The world felt brighter after that.
When I get back I really need to knuckle down, join a gym and start doing some stretch classes. DD reckons strengthening my core will help.
But for now I’ll be doing arm lifts with a tropical drink in hand.
Catch you on the other side, I have some last-minute packing to do …
Song of the day: Sophie Ellis-Bextor “Murder on the dance floor”
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