Have you ever had one of those weeks?
I just had one when almost nothing that was planned actually materialised.
The week started on Saturday and my usual lunch with a friend was in the diary. Early that morning I had a text. My friend was feeling pretty awful so could we delay lunch until tomorrow? Of course, we could.
Sunday, my friend was still not feeling well. In her words “I feel like death warmed up.” So no lunch on Sunday but agreed to try again on Thursday.
Monday started well but on the way to our Memory Writing Group, I got a text. The beautician was sick and so the massage planned for the afternoon had to be cancelled. And it was only Monday.
Well then, Tuesday. Another lunch with a friend who suffers from MS and is fairly well tied to her house. We meet every second Tuesday – if the weather is inclement we eat at her house, otherwise, she gets into her powerful electric wheelchair and we zoom off to a local cafe. But not this week. She has put her apartment on the market and she was expecting the real estate agents to call.
Wednesday was good. I went to one of my favourite places – a garden centre. After a brief shop there to buy some plants and lunch in the onsite cafe, I went to visit another friend who now lives in a retirement complex as she needs some extra care.
Thursday and another text from my friend. Lunch was cancelled again – in her words “My life at the moment is in a bit of a shambles. I will CERTAINLY be in touch next week.
Added to that the Holocaust Centre’s annual Kristalnight music concert planned for that night, was cancelled. Obviously, we all know why. It has been out back until January 2024.
And today it’s Friday. I had to cancel my regular game of MahJong with friends as I had an appointment for a bone scan. Having waited several weeks I just had to accept the offered date and time.
We have a very good local train service. Ours is a small, short line with only 8 stops. So easy – take the car to the railway station and 8 minutes later I am in town.
All went well until the trip home. The train stopped, the doors opened and before I could get out the doors closed again. A very nice young man offered to help and he pushed the button to open the door with no success. The train was still sitting in the station when the train manager came along. The man explained what had happened (or had not happened) but the train started to move and we were told to go to the next stop and get the next train back. He was totally indifferent to our woes. The train pulled into the next station and we alighted but the next train that would take us back to our stop was already pulling out of the station. The next train would be in 40 minutes. So, rather than wait in an unprotected railway station I decided I should walk. Since my adventure, aka accident seven years ago, my balance has deteriorated to the extent that I now walk with a stick. The distance back to my car was almost a km and some 2,000 steps. I was not a happy camper.
And so tomorrow a new week will start. The sun will rise as usual and I shall put this week behind me and Pollyanna will once again reign here in Ngaio, Wellington, New Zealand.