I had intended to post regularly this year, but as is patently obvious this hasn’t been achieved. Now I’m not going to berate myself for breaking this intention. It’s been a funny year – unsettled, rather than ‘funny’. I’ve spent most of it feeling as if I was waiting for something to happen; I’ve put it down to grieving – the dread of all those first anniversaries.
Now they’re past though. And my brothers and I finally scattered my Mum’s ashes – nearby, so I can go and visit the spot as frequently as needed. It has given closure of a sort; I’m relieved that she’s been set free. I could almost hear Mum saying it was about time the coffer was emptied. That sounds peculiar doesn’t it? Nothing about loss is normal though; of that I’m sure.
So, my purpose of the last year has come to a conclusion. Now what? Well, I tried to move house (again) and failed (again!). My daily walks with Malin, my dog, continue and there’s a post every day on Facebook to document it. It’s coming up to two-thirds of the way through the year. That’s almost 244 posts. I’ve enjoyed documenting each day even if sometimes folk look at me strangely while I’m trying to get an interesting dog’s eye picture of the world.
We’ve also taken further dog training classes after Malin squeezed through a fence onto a dual carriageway. Thankfully, the traffic stopped and a driver caught her before anything awful happened. We’ve been working on her recall and my capabilities to control her. I’m pleased to say that we passed the course we took and I now have the application form for Pets as Therapy. Despite having a mischievous streak, Malin has a fantastic temperament and adores people; I’m wondering if we’d both get a lot from volunteering for the charity, if we’re accepted.
Health-wise, it’s been a bit hit and miss. For a few months, my right hand side appeared to be on a different time zone to the rest of me – it was lagging behind. This made walking difficult so the solution was to be quite mindful – concentrate on each step. Still, my body seems to be back in sync again which is a relief. I think walking each day helped greatly. That and the yoga classes which I’ve also started. The classes are small and the teacher is fabulous. On a good note, I’m encouraged that I’m more flexible than I thought I was; on a slightly bad note, it’s quite obvious what damage the MS has done. Still, being pragmatic, it’s twenty years since I was diagnosed, so it’s no surprise.
I haven’t yet got around to the riding. But that’s still planned – four more months to do something about that. Or, as I turned fifty this year, it could be one of the things I do before I turn fifty-one. Does that smack of an excuse???
My main achievement this year is that I’ve written a novel – all fifty-seven thousand, nine hundred and sixty-two words of it. Now I’m not saying it’s a prize winner or even likely that it will be published, but I always wondered if I had a novel in me. Seems I did – maybe not quite the one I hoped for, but nevertheless, still a book. The act of writing has been more of an undertaking than I anticipated. Some days, I only managed half an hour before my brain seized. On good days, I managed bursts of activity interspersed with rest periods. Toward the end of the novel, I was planning my day so that I could write, walk, complete chores, rest and watch some of the action from the Rio Olympics.
Will I write another one? Well, I do have a fledgling idea which won’t go away….