{"id":19421,"date":"2025-01-17T22:41:48","date_gmt":"2025-01-17T22:41:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=19421"},"modified":"2025-01-17T22:45:13","modified_gmt":"2025-01-17T22:45:13","slug":"friday-17th-january-2025-yet-another-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=19421","title":{"rendered":"Friday 17th January 2025 &#8211; YET ANOTHER DAY &#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230; when I haven&#8217;t advanced anywhere near as far as I would have liked. Whatever happened to that spurt of energy and enthusiasm that I had when the dialysis first started? <\/p>\n<p>After I&#8217;d finished my notes I&#8217;d tried to be ready for bed quickly but, as usual, a concert on the playlist came round to disrupt me. It was another Lindisfarne concert and, as regular readers of this rubbish will recall, I can&#8217;t ignore a Lindisfarne concert.<\/p>\n<p>Consequently it was quite late yet again when I crawled into my nice fresh bed, still clean from Wednesday night when it was so delicious.<\/p>\n<p>Being left alone with my thoughts is not a good idea for my long-term wellbeing but in the short-term I&#8217;ll just have to clutch the memories as they go flying past, and live out in my imagination how I would have liked things to have been &#8211; <em>carpe diem<\/em> and all of that &#8211; instead of how things did &#8211; and didn&#8217;t &#8211; turn out. That&#8217;s the big advantage of having a shocking memory but a vivid imagination. I can do this kind of thing with ease.<\/p>\n<p>Eventually I managed to fall asleep and while it wasn&#8217;t as static as the previous night, I didn&#8217;t move around very much. But once more, we had a phantom alarm call at 06:25 this morning. I wish that I knew what was going on.<\/p>\n<p>After that though I did manage to go back to sleep and was well away when the alarm went off at 07:00.<\/p>\n<p>It was another struggle to haul myself to my feet, but it has to be done and I staggered off into the bathroom to sort myself out for the day.<\/p>\n<p>Into the kitchen for the medication and then back in here to sort out the stuff on the dictaphone. And here we go. What&#8217;s been on my mind finally penetrated the subconscious last night. I wondered when it would. We were all at some kind of dance and I ended up dancing with Moonchild (who made her first appearance in my dreams). While we were dancing the music suddenly changed to a very slow dance so I took her in my arms and held her. We had this slow dance and there I was, with Moonchild in my hands. There was also something about going into the kitchen because the pots needed filling with raisins and we weren&#8217;t sure how to do it. A girl and I had done it at the start. We figured out that 100 pots at just under 500 grammes would be sufficient but for some reason everyone seemed to be doubting that.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, so there was Moonchild, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=DnYDqv8-lJE\" target=\"_blank\">DANCING IN THE SHALLOWS OF A RIVER &#8230; PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK WITH THE GHOSTS OF DAWN, WAITING FOR A SMILE FROM A SUN CHILD<\/a> and making her debut in my nocturnal rambles as I held her tightly in a dance. <\/p>\n<p>Except that she has been here before, but a long time ago and I&#8217;d almost forgotten all about it. But whether or not she should appear at this moment, it&#8217;s difficult to say. You might say that I have &#8220;mixed emotions&#8221;, and that&#8217;s certainly true, but not in the sense that they usually mean.<\/p>\n<p>But what the hell is happening here? Why has all of this suddenly appeared these last few days?<\/p>\n<p>Isabelle the nurse came to sort out my legs. Once more she was in something of a rush and didn&#8217;t stay long. I could press on, make my breakfast and read <a href=\"https:\/\/dn790006.ca.archive.org\/0\/items\/b31366168\/b31366168.pdf\" target=\"_blank\">MY BOOK<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Shame as it is to say it, I&#8217;ve become depressed with the author&#8217;s continual insults and vitriol that he&#8217;s heaping onto his colleagues. I really don&#8217;t know how his book ended up in print without the publisher having to take on some hefty legal insurance. Today he writes that a contemporary <strong><em>&#34;again shows himself a most troublesome witness. Unfortunately this meritorious geologist, who laboured hard to elucidate the geographical questions connected with the ancient history of East Kent, was a bad writer&#34;<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;s also criticising a couple of his contemporaries for their remarks. One author, he says, <strong><em>&#34;quotes no authority and gives no reasons&#34;<\/em><\/strong> for his conjectures and another author <strong><em>&#34;also without giving either authority or reason&#34;<\/em><\/strong> posts a certain position with which he disagrees.<\/p>\n<p>And then a couple of pages later he devotes several thousand words to a section of the Kent coast without himself quoting one single reference to back up his comments.<\/p>\n<p>So I despair.<\/p>\n<p>Back in here I had a few things to do and all of that took me much longer than I was anticipating. It&#8217;s one of those things that the more you do, the more you have to do and the more you end up doing.<\/p>\n<p>As a result, I was late going for my lunch today and had hardly made it back to my desk when my cleaner came to do her stuff.<\/p>\n<p>Eventually I could press on and finish selecting the music for the next radio programme. That&#8217;s all remixed, edited, paired off and segued, and I&#8217;ve even written some of the notes. But I wanted to be much farther down the line than this.<\/p>\n<p>What finally held me up was that Rosemary called for a chat. Not that I&#8217;ve any objection to speaking to friends &#8211; quite the reverse in fact; but there we were. And it was only a small chat today &#8211; one hour and eighteen minutes. We&#8217;re losing our touch.<\/p>\n<p>Tonight&#8217;s tea was different than usual. We had salad and chips of course but I&#8217;d found some strange things in the freezer that I&#8217;d bought in NOZ ages ago and needed to be eaten. So I had half a packet of those tonight and they weren&#8217;t bad at all. I wished now that I&#8217;d bought a few more packets.<\/p>\n<p>But this leads me on to the next thing &#8211; that there is stuff in the freezer that I don&#8217;t know that I have and was probably brought down from Mount Ararat when Moses docked his Ark there. One day I&#8217;ll have to make an inventory.<\/p>\n<p>But not right now though because I&#8217;m off to bed. My two left-over pies are freezing in the icebox in the fridge and they&#8217;ll go into the freezer tomorrow, and then there&#8217;s all the washing to do. I&#8217;ll be glad to get to dialysis for the rest.<\/p>\n<p>But while we&#8217;re on the subject of mixed emotions &#8230; <em>&#34;well, one of us is&#34; &#8211; ed<\/em> &#8230; I was talking to someone whoe mother-in-law had recently died.<br \/>\n<strong><em>&#34;What happened?&#34;<\/em><\/strong> I asked<br \/>\n<strong><em>&#34;She was driving along the A259 near Folkestone&#34;<\/em><\/strong> he said <strong><em>&#34;when the cliff collapsed and the road, the car and the mother-in-law crashed down into the sea. 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Whatever happened to that spurt of energy and enthusiasm that I had when the dialysis first started? After I&#8217;d finished my notes I&#8217;d tried to be ready for bed quickly but, as usual, a concert on the playlist came round to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1710,44,4507,1616,8571,12057,7876],"tags":[15089,16141,3501,13133,5577,212,16154,2560,5565,8581,12058,7891,288,16142,13506,9354],"class_list":["post-19421","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cleaner","category-dream","category-eric-hall-2","category-france","category-granville","category-nurse","category-place-darmes","tag-air-fryer","tag-ancient-britain-and-the-invasions-of-julius-caesar","tag-archive-org","tag-bouquet-granvillais","tag-cleaner","tag-dream","tag-elaine-talbot","tag-eric-hall","tag-france","tag-granville","tag-nurse","tag-place-darmes","tag-rosemary","tag-t-rice-holmes","tag-vegan-chocolate-orange-cake","tag-vegan-salad"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19421","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=19421"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19421\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19424,"href":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19421\/revisions\/19424"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=19421"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=19421"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=19421"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}