I am a little perturbed tonight. First things first…Last week I found a chinhair on my chin.
It came about by accident really. I was deep in thought and I ran my fingers over my chin, my fingers found something…different. It felt like a hair and I wanted to remove it from my face thinking it must have come from my head, but much to my dismay it was attached to my person. I tugged and pulled and it came out. I can’t say it wasn’t sore but I didn’t have time for that. I was being overwhelmed by the thought that I am now sprouting hair from my chin. How rude.
I have questions…How on earth did it get to that length and how come my friends didn’t mention the bloody thing? How could they let me go waltzing around town with a beard in the making? Well, that sorts that out. I will not be telling them if they start sprouting hair. An eye for an eye and all that. Now I can’t get to rest because I am worried there is more unfriendlies lurking on my countenance. I have trust issues because of this.
I don’t know if I like this getting old thing. One day I suddenly found my skin was paper thin. The dogs can’t touch me with their nails and I bleed. Try explaining that to them. It’s a disgrace.
Waking up has to happen in stages. I remember being younger and bouncing out of bed in the morning. That’s not happening anymore. Everything has to be checked before we dare put any pressure.It’s a circus.
Them I have had to become accustomed to people calling me ‘Tannie”. It still makes me see red but I try and compose myself. Sometimes when people call me Tannie I don’t respond simply because I don’t think they are speaking to me, I am afterall not that old…
There are limits to what I can pick up now. Yes, even going to gym I can’t bag stuff and waltz around like I used to. I have to pick my battles and gracefully bow out when heavy comes my way.
Last week my gym session with Magdel also gave me stress. I am rather fit at the moment but just when I think I have finally mastered the art of gym Magdel throws a curveball my way. There is this machine that looks like a snackwich toaster for humans. It’s terrifying. Magdel kept adding weights and finally I was scared I might be folded up like and old fashioned pram or just fart. Yes, unfortunately the ‘knypers’ are shot too.
I wanted to cry but then she said:” Look at your legs, I see definition there..!” I saw nothing Magdel, I was holding on to my inner person with all that I had. If I had to look at my legs I would have vacated the gym with the sounds that were building up in me.
Christmas is upon us and I am so excited for the family reunion. This has not come without me wanting to murder my husband. The man is S-L-O-W. With nine days before the first Wilde child sets foot on African soil we are under pressure. When I say “WE” I use the term loosely. Nothing will make Captain Slow go a little faster that’s why I am contemplating putting a cracker up his hiney…
Today I prepared 18 Christmas cakes for icing. Every year I say I am not doing it again but come November I bake like there is going to be a cake shortage. The problem is not the baking, the problem is the icing as It takes forever. To add insult to injury the diet is also a thing of the past. Now I go to the gym hoping I am going to leave a few kgs behind. According to my clothes this is not working out for me, everything is rather ‘tight’. I think I am going to have to have a new strategy in 2024, in the interim I have filled my Whatsapp messages to myself with so many recipes of deliciousness its gonna take me a year to work my way through them.
My dogs are great choir members when it comes to singing the Happy Birthday song. Those that have received my wishes throughout the year with the dogs accompanying me will know its true. I decided to try my hand at getting them to sing a Christmas carol.No amount of ‘Jingle Bells’ and ‘Frosty The Snowman’ will get them to join in but much to my dismay they give it a good go when I sing ‘Hark the Herald Angels ‘…why I don’t know. This has sparked a lot of noise bursting forth from our house during different times of the day which I think has had an adverse effect on the neighbours. I can’t care, it’s the season for being jolly.
This Tannie has had a full day of Christmas prep and now my spirit needs to recharge for tomorrow.
Goodnight.