Be careful what you wish for… For years I’ve been wishing I had more time to myself, to just sit around and do nothing …
It seems that time to myself to do nothing is not at all what I need. I need people, coffee, cakes, visitors, visiting… I need for those moments to myself to be rare to make them enjoyable, it seems I don’t enjoy my own company anywhere near as much as I thought I would. Poor Hubby, he has to put up with just my company more often than I do.
My concentration and my mojo have left me… Any get-up-and-go that I had has got up and gone without me. I have a house full of “U. F. O. ‘s” (unfinished objects) to keep me occupied but no enthusiasm to do any of them. I spent the first lockdown eating and sleeping, but as “stay at home” time happened again, both me and my hips decided that wasn’t a good idea to eat my way through lockdown this time and so I’ve been shedding a few pounds instead (made easier admittedly by the lack of cake eating opportunities). I’ve used some of the time to do a few jigsaws instead of sleeping, most I’ve thoroughly enjoyed, the “Pollyanna puzzle” was a huge challenge but I did it, and although it was frustrating at times, it was very satisfying to finish it.
I went dredging online to find a new puzzle. I was looking for pictures of places I recognised so that the memories of the place enhanced the enjoyment of the puzzle, and I quite by accident I found this picture, taken from half way up the “199 Steps” in Whitby, on the way up to the Abbey. There seems to be a new craze for wooden jigsaws, I’ve been avoiding wooden puzzles, not too sure about a new twist on an old favourite, but the picture on this one was perfect so I sent for it to give the wood puzzling a go… I think I can quite positively say I won’t be doing this particular puzzle again, or buying another wooden one for my collection. In case you haven’t guessed, I didn’t enjoy it. There are just two basic shapes, my eyes aren’t the best of my five senses, but even with perfect vision it would be impossible to tell some of the pieces apart. There is a grid of letters printed on the back to help you by sorting the pieces into sections and I actually got more enjoyment out of putting the letters together than the picture in some places.
I persevered, as is my way, and arrived at a finished puzzle as my reward, but now I’ll take it apart. Put it back in the box and pass it onto the next person to do it… And will never buy a wooden puzzle again.
I’ve procrastinated as long as I can over painting the top half of “The Passage“, and since Ive just had a week off from work (supposedly to visit my Girls and Grandson) I’ve run out of excuses to put it off for any longer. It took a while, and of course I decided it needed two coats to improve the finish, but the white painting on the top half of the walls and the ceilings is finally finished. I’m glad its done now because I’ve been itching to play with the rest of the passage, I have to lift the carpet, both in the hallway and on the landing, to investigate underneath. The floorboards bounce in places, and the central heating pipes click against the joists as they expand with heat. I’ve bought some heatproof felt to pack between the pipes and the wood so there will no more clicking from that direction. As for the floorboards… I’ll have to be careful where I step because I wouldn’t be surprised if, once the carpet is lifted, stepping on one end of a floorboard will bring the other end up in my face.
So my jigsaw is finished, my painting is finished … I’m sooo tempted to just lift the carpet upstairs to see what I’ll be playing with next, but I’m back to work this week so I’ll leave the floor in one piece until I’m off again. … maybe I’ll dig out another jigsaw this evening. In the meantime, I’ll just make myself another coffee to drink on my own … with no cake … and peer ouf of the kitchen window to see if there is any sign of spring.