I went to Hull again.
And came back.
I went to three theatre productions, three museums, The Deep and a private trapeze and aerial hoop lesson!
I also wandered the streets with a map deciding where I would live if the opportunity came up.
It hasn't yet.
Meantime, I have had a lot of interest in the farm.
A move may be happening sooner rather than later.
Well actually... I have seen the perfect little house... in Aberdeen.
I am going with the flow.
I was supposed to go on another Fitness holiday this past weekend, but my trip to Hull knocked my workload management sideways and I had to change my plans.
I spent the weekend at home with my knitting, a roll of bin bags and some boxes.
There was a trip to the charity shop.
And several Small Ads listings to clear the most esoteric of the clutter.
Best of all, I went to an aerial hoop class.
I am beginning to think hoop is my favourite circus medium: trapeze without the rope burns!
How am I doing?
Mostly well, very well.
And then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, the tears.
Triggers this weekend:
- a photograph found while clearing out the cupboard.
- a song on the radio
The song crisis was interesting.
The moment I started to sing along, I lost it.
Great heaving sobs from nowhere.
Something about the "performance", the forming of those words with sincerity and expression, catapulted me backwards in time.
It is now, not then!
He would have loathed that song!
(We come from different generations... lol)
It touched a very vulnerable spot.
"Ask me what I did with my life? I spent it with you."
But actually not the whole of my life.
There is more ahead.
Empty, or full of possibilities?
I have to believe in the latter.