It’s 6:35 pm and I’ve only said four words out loud today: “Are these local strawberries?”
Granted, I was alone at home most of the day, alternately reading and snoozing on the couch, but I did go to the dog park (nobody there), and I did go to the Foundling art exhibit at the Cube Gallery, and I did go to the Parkdale Market (Are these local strawberries?).
Strangely, I saw a friend at the art exhibit, but I didn’t talk to her and I don’t think she noticed me since I’m invisible today.
I’m still holding a bit of a grudge towards her because we were supposed to go camping at a musical festival four weeks ago and she stood me up and didn’t return my two subsequent phone calls. I know she was having a difficult time around that time because a former student of hers had just committed suicide upon learning of her father’s release from prison. But still, my friend could have called and cancelled our plans rather than just standing me up. At least then I could have made other arrangements to get to the music festival.
Yesterday I worked as a volunteer with the Plant Pool Recreation Association and the Ottawa Horticulture Society, planting gardens at the Plant Recreation Centre. I got nice and dirty. Gardeners are such warm, wholesome, centered people. Today I took my camera over there to photograph our accomplishments, but the plants were looking pretty wilted and exhausted. I guess I could have taken a picture anyway, but I told the plants I’d come back tomorrow when they were feeling better.
Snoozing on the couch off and on all day today was luxurious. I’ve been having trouble sleeping for months, ever since the dog’s anxiety attack problems. I think eventually I just got out of the habit of sleeping well. Even though I’ve been tired, I haven’t been sleepy. I was actually proud of myself for having four naps today….they were my first four naps of the year.
Hooray for powernaps. Did you know they can be very good for you? Some scientists believe they can give you more energy then sleeping a whole night.
It’s a strange sensation when you feel you have become invisible to the outside world. It’s even weirder to find out you have only said a few words during a whole day. I have had days like that….. it even got so bad (this happened when I was very depressed) I started to talk to myself just to check if my voice was still working
I would still hold a bit to of grudge too. I know bad and unexpected things can happen to people but a short telephone call to cancel the plans is the least they can do. You could have made other plans. Sorry you missed the festival.