The fog (part 2)

8th December 2007

Because you stop being able to see so far into the distance you are, consequently, more prone to reflect on your immediate surroundings; the house, the garden, the work done and, more importantly, the work still to be done. You live on an island, but only till about 10.30 when it always seems to disappear into blue skies and crispy coldness.

The extra moisture in the air brought by the fog also means that I am beginning to feel my age. I have tried all sorts of ways to hang on to my youthful good looks over the years, but there's no escaping that knee pain first thing in the morning. That's age, that is. After a fair amount of building work over the last 11 months, during which I have been careful to watch myself and to remember my mother always saying, "keep your back straight, bend your knees", ironically it was doing a little creative painting that finally did me in; overstretching,
in a t-shirt, as the light faded, as the cold descended...
I didn't want to be one of those people who's back went out more than they did, but at the moment the hot water bottles and ibuprofen are always at my side.

Fog in England only used to mean a slightly more treacherous drive to work but the drive through the suburban townscape where we lived wasn't ever inspiring enough to be much changed by not being able to see where you were going - here it seems to add an atmosphere and a quiet which can be quite wonderful, especially first thing in the morning. I'm usually quite happy to be the one to take the dog out at that time. He's the happiest one though - not sure why - maybe he knows something I don't, maybe he's just stupid or maybe he's been hanging on to that wee for so long...

Anyway it is a wonderful way to start the day, and to escape, albeit fleetingly, from the misery that is getting two warm little girls out of their beds to face the icy cold bathroom. The moans and screams shatter the silence and the reality of the day begins.

The stupidest thing I did today;
Overstretching, in a t-shirt, as the light faded, as the cold descended...

Comments

[Lucy]

Hi I'm Santa Lucia...lol...not.

[Anil]

Dogs always know something we don't, and we're the better for it.

[Maryann]

Fog can be beautiful or slightly claustrophobic depending on your point of view and where you are in your life. I'm glad you find it peaceful and enjoyable :)
Aches and pains..part of aging..I'm with you there!

[Maryann]

Fog can be beautiful or slightly claustrophobic depending on your point of view and where you are in your life. I'm glad you find it peaceful and enjoyable :)
Aches and pains..part of aging..I'm with you there!

[Antonina Cross[Nell}]

FYI Today is Santa Lucia Day you should not eat bread apparently, my mom told me this morning over the phone. I said it was too late I'd had toast and cheese Whiz. Then called my sister Lucia and sang Santa Lucia to her. Its snowing like gang busters here in lovely Ajax Canada, will continue tonite right through till tomorrow. Have a wonderful day hope the fog dissipates soon.

[Miranda Taxis]

I love this blogging idea and because of you I have really enjoyed the past half an hour reading about all your 'stuff' and back pains to boot!I am now going to work out how to do this too and we can then share aches, pains and medicines together. thank you for a wonderful day out in Arezzo and lets hope the transport strike is over soon so we can all get together again.

Mx

[Antonina Cross[Nell}]

Youth is wasted on the young as they say but Advil is not on the slightly infirmed! I concur that when its damp one has to move about with less vigor, a step here or a twist there which normally would not amount to anything suddenly is an ouch ,ohhh or what was that? You are not alone there are armies of us who look fab but the bones don't lie. In our youth we were fine with smacks and cracks but they do come back to haunt us on those damp misty days like ghosts of the past.