Painting

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house, painting, redecorating

So there goes my ten minute daily posts. No disaster fell, merely a paint job.

Painting 4son’s room meant moving furniture away from one set of walls, cleaning, hoovering, painting (primer and two coats as well as two coats of gloss work), moving furniture around to do the next wall and proceeding all the way round the room. All the while 2son remained glued to his computer in his corner, laughing at suggestions he should help or contribute in any way.

Once finished (door still needs finishing) the new bed had to be built, which wasn’t as bad as I thought, and everything put back. This is now just about done, although I have estimated three months to get rid of the bin bags stuffed full of polystyrene that accompanied the bed.

1son then turned up so we could have a few days of playing a new RPG that 2son has been waiting a few years for. I’ve read the books but have never been interested in RPGs and quite frankly, other than the developing storylines, the whole thing bores me silly. However it was nice family time (other than 3son who has no interest in board or RP games) and it was worth setting aside. 1son also helped me take the last six months of charity shop pile down to the charity shop, freeing up space in the sitting room and enabling me to start up a new pile. I’d suspended doing any writing, exercise (painting really made me realise how weak my arms are), reading, or my little mindfulness course. It’s as if I’ve been put on hold for ten days.

Well I’m almost back to normal, although on penicillin for the stupid barbed wire incident which we don’t talk about and am anticipating 3son’s new bed delivery next week and the consequent trying to pile up two bunk beds and mattresses outside the front door to be taken. I have suggested to 2son that he has a hair cut and we go shopping before his new adventure up north but he’s having none of it. I shall keep trying but we’ve only got a few weeks left. I need to get back to doing some work and to doing all the reading and other preparation for starting course in September.

I’ve actually really enjoyed spending the time with 4son painting his room. He fully shared in the effort (well almost) and he’s ended up with a beautiful looking room, which was already the biggest room in the house. He’s now waiting for his new double mattress to arrive and bliss will be achieved. I felt extravagant about spending so much on two new beds but as I said, it will be the first time ever they have new beds, and since they are double and small double, they will last a good while. I am of course starting to wish I’d got me a new one too as mine is definitely beginning to sag but I think I will waiting a bit.

On top of all that, 3son has started his apprenticeship and is loving every single day, coming home and spending an hour enthusiastically telling me how brilliant it all is. I don’t know whether the happiness will last but it’s all lovely while it does even if he’s a bit over excited.

I haven’t had much room for me in the last ten days but I have kept up my daily meditation and some exercise, mainly physio for my back. Although exhausting it does feel really good to have made such positive change to the house.

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Another Fine Mess

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beds, project, swept away

Well here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into.

…says Laurel to Hardy, on more than one occasion.

I’m not even sure how it started really but all of a sudden I end up buying new beds and mattresses and I’ve committed to helping paint our large bedroom. All of this will necessitate re-organising furniture in bedrooms and performing a three-way desk swap. And the temperature is going back up so doing any of that is going to be fun, fun, fun in the sun.

However one set of bunk beds we got shortly after we moved in here 16 years ago, passed on by a friend who also had 4 boys. I can’t remember where the other set of bunk beds came from but they weren’t new either. They did all get new mattresses at some point but they weren’t expensive. It feels like an extravagance but it’s not really and it’s well deserved.o

So 4son who has the largest bedroom in the house that all four used to share, and now only has to share with 2son in the holidays now gets a triple sleeper, which is a single on top of a double, as well as a reasonable mattress. 3son gets a small double and his big brother will have to sleep on the sofa bed when he comes round. 3son was moaning that his bedroom was inadequate, failing to remember how excited he was to first get his own bedroom, which was my study.

I didn’t need a project to take me through the holidays. I have got enough to do and wanted space to do nothing but that seems to have gone. On the other hand these are changes that will do us all good and it’s not as if anyone is leaving home anytime soon.

A Drop in Temperature

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heat, motivation, work

It is amazing what a drop in temperature does. I think I only woke up once last night and managed to get some proper work done this morning that desperately needed doing. Yesterday afternoon 2son tried to teach me a game and I really struggled to make any sense of it as I was tired from the day and the heat. Also I didn’t really want to spend an hour or two focusing on something that didn’t interest me, even though it is really important to him. I managed half an hour before I had to go out for the evening.

I have done some work which felt good and it got me to thinking about work. I had three nasty things on my mind this summer: 2son’s funding, which is sorted; benefit dispute which is actually progressing; and lastly a work project I don’t want to do. I still don’t want to do it. I considered resigning and then I thought about the hours I do and the fact that I need to keep a minimum of 16 hours work a week to qualify for tax credits and I couldn’t do that without this particular job as well. So I can’t unless I go to the trouble of finding something else and I really can’t be bothered.

I need to get my head round it, accept that I need to do it and get on with it. But I’ve been saying that for a few months now and nothing is happening. I finished my course two months ago and I’ve still done bugger all on this project. I can’t blame it all on the heat. There is a hump I need to get over after which it will be all right but I can’t quite find the motivation to get to the hump.

Ten Drops

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heat, rain

This is possibly the hottest day since the last hottest day. But it was all right as there would be a thunderstorm at the end of it which would hopefully cool things down. It didn’t happen. There were about two claps of thunder and ten rain drops. A few hours later there were another ten. Then we had a good five minutes of rain. This did not make up for the month or so without any.

I’ve discovered that the best thing I can do in these hot evenings is to retire to the garden and watch a film on the tablet once the sun has gone down. I don’t have any garden lights as I don’t really sit out in the dark but inside is too hot.

I noticed my American expatriate explaining to her American friends back home that we don’t have air con as we don’t really have heat like this for more than five minutes. This summer is clearly different and it is affecting all of Europe. Not that climate deniers will learn from this. It is certainly bizarre being in England and knowing that it will still be hot tomorrow. Maybe a bit more, maybe a bit less, but still hot.

If I didn’t have to do anything that required thought then it would all be fine. I’m sure that brains actually melt in the heat as my capacity for rational thought just goes out the window. Well, I’m blaming it on the heat anyway.

A Barbed Moment

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letting go, moment, repeating scene

I did something silly which marred what was otherwise a splendid day.

I’d planned for some spare time before collecting 2son and went for a walk on a small moor which was lovely. On the way back I got side tracked and caught up with a couple of guys and didn’t overtake them.

I was feeling slightly concerned about direction but sort of assumed they knew where they were going and we ended up back at the main road with a fence topped with barbed wire in the way. I was going to walk alongside it but they decided to help me over.

I should have just said no.

I didn’t because they were being nice and I didn’t want to seem like a wimp. But there was no way I could clear the fence and I didn’t. I now have cuts on the back of my legs that are not nice.

More to the point though I feel like a fool for not just saying no thanks, I’ll walk on. Plus of course I haven’t quite let go of it and am replaying it in my head. It happened. I wish it hadn’t but it did and it wasn’t the end of the world. Let go.

Moving On

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benefits, gratitude, progress

Finally a positive result from benefits people. I got a woman who acknowledged that it would be quite nice if I got calculation sheets and after investigation discovered that the option to produce the missing calculation sheets I have been asked for was turned off over two years ago. She apologised profusely and said she would produce them for me. I also asked about the Disabled Child Premium that is supposed to apply to housing benefit after claiming DLA. Anyway she will send me a massive envelope through the mail and then I will have to sit down and go through it all seriously which will bore me rigid but after having spent a year asking for these I better go through them with a fine tooth comb.

Other than that, a lazy afternoon as it is too hot to think or do anything. I had a positive therapy session. We talked about the changes I am making now and the transformation in me since I started with her which is over two years. I inwardly preened when she said I had made most progress of all her clients and had to remind myself that it wasn’t a competition and I didn’t need a pat on the back from anyone as I know how much progress I have made. I still do not acknowledge it enough or feel grateful enough for where I am. Today’s Daily Calm was about gratitude and it struck a chord as I spend more time bemoaning lost years and less time feeling pride in where I am now. I am improving which is at least in the right direction. Improving is the wrong word though. I am becoming better at being me. I am unsquishing myself.

Calm

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calm, mindful, quotation

In the evening it is cooler outside than in, when the heat is like this. After last night’s mammoth efforts and a mere five hours sleep I didn’t last long today but didn’t really want a kip. So I watched a film on the tablet in the garden as the sun set. The air was cooling down and there was a bit of a breeze. The table tennis players had gone to bed and other than two people watching videos there was little noise other than the rustle of the leaves.

It felt so good I did a spontaneous silent meditation, only ten minutes, but it felt important to acknowledge that peace inside me. Tomorrow I have therapy and this benefits meeting where I’m hopefully going to wrap things up one way or another. On the day after I go to get 2son from this school for the last time and there will be some emotions there.

Tonight however, right now I feel chilled and at peace. I’m even writing this on the evening rather than the morning after.

Earlier I discovered a lovely description of being mindful by Christopher Robin:

What I like doing best is Nothing… It means just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.

Lost in Concentration

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benefits, concentration, focus

I was watching a film in the background my son was watching. That finished. I put on some background to listen to and all of a sudden I realised it was half past one in the morning. I had been focused on a spreadsheet for five hours or so.

If only it had been a really exciting spreadsheet I was working on, but alas I had decided to really see what I could glean together for my benefits meeting on Tuesday. It wasn’t enough time but I do have a clearer picture. I still don’t know whether their calculations add up to what they say they do and I’m missing most of the figures but it is looking more likely to be correct ish.

It is of course the “ish” that annoys me. I should be able to source all the figures and make them all add up to the balance owed. I can’t. I got lost trying to work out the difference between current rent and arrears owed which is the point at which I switched it off. So many questions to ask and which ones will actually be worth asking?

It also begged the probably more important point of focus. I did get lost in the paperwork and the numbers. I haven’t got lost in paid work like that for a long time, or indeed anything else much. I flitter here and there and get bored very quickly. I’ll have to think about whether that is my just being bored with work or whether my ability to focus has just plummeted. What makes me so able to focus on some things but not on others?

We are All Diminished

All of us who had stayed until the bitter end of the course, apart from one who couldn’t make it and with the addition of one who didn’t finish got back together for an evening out. It was fun and it was interesting.

One of the men started to irritate me. He never has done before but this time he did not sit well with me. There has always been a bit of a joke as all the other men vanished from the group that he was the only man and he was surrounded by women. He is single and looking but he slobbered over the thinnest women and pretty much ignored the rest of us who are fat or just average.

It didn’t make me feel diminished, just angry that he was openly admitting that slender beauty was it and that men were incapable of looking further than the surface. If pulled up on it I’m sure he would have said that he was just jesting but I didn’t as I was reluctant to be the one to spoil the mood. That sort of attitude diminishes all of us, men and women, whether in fun or not.

We Have Funding!

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2son, funding, school, SEN, thank you

I got the call around 4pm. I was in a meeting but thought I had better answer it in case there was something I could do before the day end. Our nice new SEN officer (she’s been in the post over a month so that says something) just went you’ll be pleased to know you have funding, for the school you want. And she followed it up in writing.

I found it difficult not to jump up and down, so I did. I rang up 2son and he was rather pleased. I messaged my son at home and said find champagne and bung it in fridge. I went to the pub. I went home. I drank fizz with a friend. We went back to the pub.

It reminds me of first being pregnant when everything is “I’m doing the washing up, and I’m pregnant”, “I’m going to work and I’m pregnant”. Everything has a little chorus at the back of your mind telling you you’re pregnant and it’s wonderful. It is of course all those hormones swilling around but I currently have the exact same sensation. Everything I do has the extra tag of “2son’s got funding”, whether it’s relevant or not.

I was not expecting this. I was expecting them to haver a lot more and that I would have to fight, to explain, to justify, all that stuff. But I didn’t. The weight off my shoulders is incredible. It’s been sat there for over six months. I can now worry about more mundane things like whether I can get him to cut his hair before he goes (or at least wash and brush it). We have to go clothes shopping and buy him a big coat as he’s going further north. All sorts of things.

But we have funding and that means the sun is permanently shining in our house for the rest of the summer. Thank you tax payers one and all: this type of specialised provision costs the best part of £100,000 a year and we all know that money doesn’t grow on trees.