well, like this. Days when one has been fighting some sort of bug for what seems like weeks, but when today standing in a shop makes one dizzy, so the thought of getting on a train or bus and exploring is just not that appealing. Days when the thought of doing just about anything is exhausting. Not unappealing, just exhausting.
For weeks, today was going to be “go through the clothes, put away the winter stuff, rearrange the bedding for warmer weather, play with some UFOs (Unfinished Objects)”. Most weekends I like to go for a walk, or a bike ride, or get on a train/bus and explore, but today, the quick little walk across the bridge, checking out the local thrift shop, back across to the Markt and surrounding shops to just imbibe in the ambience of a small town on a Saturday while the shops are open,listen to the music from Arends Sammelsurium & Antiquitariat old-style radio/turntable, listen to the children running through the Markt, old friends greeting each other, people having coffee or ice cream, well, that was enough of the walking around.
Did, however, manage to get a good price on some flower pots for my myriads of flowers outgrowing their pots. The Capt kindly put up some hooks and hung my macrame flower pot holders so that they can go up. The Caustic One remains skeptical that the smaller hooks will support the weight of three large pots full of dirt and flowers, but we will see, won’t we. Yup. We will. Of course, there isn’t enough potting soil / dirt to fill them at this point!!
Anyway, back to the day. All these words and ideas flowing through my cold-ridden head make for a sort of surrealistic mental experience. Maybe putting hair on a doll’s head wouldn’t be a bad idea — except for the klutz factor that always increasing with any sort of sickness. Large needle. Potential blood letting experience. Well, it is a plastic doll, it washes out. Maybe try to do a panel of this very cool pattern for a tablecloth in #10 cotton with a teapot motif. Maybe something more mindless, like ironing and watching Agatha Christie’s Poirot, as portrayed by David Suchet (for over 20 years … or is it over 30 years). Perhaps putting together a puzzle for the bedroom; there are four of them waiting for me to assemble specifically for tacky bedroom decor, they are all kinkaid ripoffs from the Big Lots! That could be mindless yet accomplish something.
Well … yeah.