Sunday, 28 August 2011

Frittering away the day

Some days, despite firm intentions to the contrary, just go off on their own track. This can lead the frustrated day planner feeling not quite in control of life. And who to blame for being in this quandary? Why, who else but myself, of course.

It is time for me to go to the pharmacy and get my prescription filled. But first I must find the prescriptions. The organised person would have a place for everything, and everything in its place. But at this stage of my life, things are falling through the cracks, and the cracks sometimes seem to be widening into crevices. Today, and indeed yesterday, this seemed to be the case.

A month ago, the last time I got the prescriptions filled, I had to hunt for them and indeed went and asked the pharmacist whether I had left them there. I had not, and another hunt enabled me to find them.

Not so this weekend.

So I spent the day going through all the shelves in the eating area, and re-organising it totally, and chucking out some stuff while I was at it. But there were no prescriptions to be found. This means I have to go to the doctor for new prescriptions.

How can things just disappear? It must be wonderful to be a completely organised and tidy person.

Now I wonder whether, having re-organised and tidied it all, whether I will ever be able to find anything at all. Will it stay tidy?

I had intended to do some or all of the following things:

  • Go to the crochet clinic and sew up my almost completed jumper. This would have been soothing and productive.
  • Take myself to see a film. Escapism is good therapy.
  • Go and buy a new printer, to replace the one that went bung in some sort of power failure, that, naturally enough, the power company has no record of, and without such a record the contents insurance probably will not cover the replacement. This would have given a sense of achievement.
None of these got done. (But the house is better organised.) Is it not strange how suddenly one can decide that this or that possession can be discarded, that it has no further role in your life? Some things are contaminated by their associations, and must be discarded. They can be shucked off, but not so the memories.

Since my return from Melbourne, apart from the usual activities, I have been hard at work on my legal issues and the required documentation. After a session with the lawyer, it is as ready as it will ever be, and so will be at the court next week. It seems that this matter will continue well into next year, and although my resolve is fairly strong, the stress is difficult to cope with.

Dealing with such issues, and having had to go over every detail that I have recorded or can remember, has not been easy. Nor will it get less so. The combinations of bereavement, grief, aloneness, anger, resentment, and the constant summoning of resolve, wear me out, and cast me into profound sorrow and gloom. And, it must be admitted, self pity. That must be fought. Not all is dark and drear, and there are indeed many positives. Life may be re-made and re-fashioned according to our own choices. The past need not dictate the future.

It is six months since Dr P died, which feels like a landmark. While marking off the time in my head, I think constantly about our life together - the good parts, and the bad - so that I can accept the totality.

I feel relatively all right while I am out doing things and seeing people, and keeping busy, but not so good with the solitude, which only increases the feeling of needing to retreat from the world and hide myself away. I do what must and should be done, and am getting on with things.

All this is recharging of my batteries. How did we cope before the development of the concept of recharging?

On the positive side, I went to an excellent choral concert last night. Not all my time is spent maundering.

4 comments:

Molly said...

Persi, google Get Organized Wizard! She has a 5 minute a day, 30 day organizing plan on her blog that is fun and helpful. Nothing you and I don't already know about how we should do stuff....It's just nice, once in a while, to let someone else tell you what your mission today is!
Had to read this a few times! So much in here I can relate to. Though the circumstances are different, I too find myself alone a lot, with a fatal tendency to fritter time away [like now!!reading blogs....]instead of nose to the grindstone and tackling the "To do" list!
I'm sure another six months will see you more settled into your new situation. Meanwhile keep writing. You have kindred spirits out here who enjoy reading!

VioletSky said...

There aliens in the form of a dust cloud and a vortex that live in all our spaces that eat up our stuff. They think it is a fun game.

Isabelle said...

How well Molly put it. I do agree. I'm sure things will improve once all the legal stuff is over but it must be very hard now. Stick in, don't be defeated, and keep telling us about it if it helps.

saffronlie said...

Sometimes we do have to admit we're not perfect and forgive ourselves when things don't quite go to plan. I have so much work to do, and I consider myself an organised person, and yet I spent most of today idling. Never mind, tomorrow is a new day. We can but try. And don't forget to do the fun things, too. Go see that film. You won't regret it.