Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Missed chances and blubometers

Here's a picture of a ploughed field just beyond Mylor Harbour. I loved the furrows in contrast to the skyline and the trees..... and it's to cheer up one of my dearest friends who is having a really terrible time at the moment.
After the tumultuous last few weeks, my flat is quiet all of a sudden. Last night was the first I’d spent alone for five weeks. The lone sailor is on his boat in St Mawes, as we speak, testing the autopilot. And after the roaring adrenaline of last week, I am exhausted so it's good to have time and peace to myself.

While it would have been lovely to have gone as well, my stomach is not up to getting in and out of dinghies, let alone climbing ladders or hauling sheets (ropes) or being tossed around (it’s very lumpy out there today). I had thought that as the six week period approaches I would feel magically better. While I am much more mobile and able to get around more, I’m still wary about driving (in case I have to do an emergency stop), my stitches tug a lot of the time, and I'm still having to wear baggy clothes which makes me feel somewhat androgynous, which is not me at all.

I was to have gone on a press jolly today, on a ferry welcoming the Tres Hombres tall ship into Falmouth. Sadly the PR rang me - they’ll be going two miles out into the Bay and she was worried in case it might be a bit rough for me (ie my stitches). I consulted with weather forecast, lone sailor and others and decided, reluctantly, to err on the side of caution. Not like me, but I so want to get better as soon as I can and I daren’t risk anything that might set me back. And on the bright side, it means I don't have to cancel our singing rehearsal.

Still, I’m meeting the ship’s cook on Thursday for an interview, so hopefully I will be able to get on board without mishap and have a good snoop which will be just as interesting, and without the fear of being seasick. (Though I can't wait to get on the water.)

I went to singing for the last 15 minutes last week and we sang The Lower Lights which always tends to make me a bit misty eyed. I’d had a very busy week work wise and was coming to the end of four deadlines so I was stressed and over emotional, and the words made me think of losing Pip, as they always do. Of the special men in my life. Of how we just never know what’s going to happen (which can be a blessing). Soon I was gulping hard - not easy when you’re trying to sing. In fact, impossible.

When we finished, by which time I was a blotchy eyed mess, our musical director looked over at me and said fondly, “Oh Sue. You’re my blubometer. If you don’t cry when we sing that number, I know we’ve done something wrong.”

And lastly, here's a sun drenched bank of primroses down at Helford Village on Sunday,with Cornwall looking at its very best.

15 comments:

Jane Lovering said...

May you continue to recover! Isn't it funny how some pieces of music just 'get' to one - there are some songs of Snow Patrol's that I don't think I'll ever be able to hear again (and 'Run', which used to make me cry anyway, is a definite gonner). Hope Spring carries on putting a..err...spring in your step!

Flowerpot said...

Thanks Jane and yes, some of Snow patrol's do that to me too. Oh don't set me off again!

Jane Jazz said...

When my mum died, it seemed I kept hearing a song she had loved everywhere I went. I remember it was played in a shop once and I had to leave quickly. If it came on when I was driving I had to switch off. To this day I cannot hear it without tears, and she died 17 years ago.
Perhaps your tears were a kind of release, and part of the healing process... onwards and upwards :o)

Flowerpot said...

Jane - the power of music is amazing isn't it? Butyes I think you're right - so much has happened emotionally and physically I need a good howl every now and then!

Sally said...

I wrote a lovely long comment yesterday and it's not here. I'll try again later xx

Flowerpot said...

Thanks Sally - but how are you,more to the point? xxxx

Trubes said...

Hello FP, you'll feel physically sore and tired for a while yet so wise to cancel your more physical activities for the time being, you'll know when you're ready.
Glad you got to sing even if you blubbed, good to blub now and then, even though it messes up your face,
The picture of the furrows is splendid...A girl of many talents !
Best wishes,
Di,xx
Di.xx

Flowerpot said...

Di - my body tells me what I can and can't do and I just am very tired at the moment so sleeping and resting a lot. Glad you liked the picture!

Trubes said...

Hi FP,
Just dropped by to say hello and that you are ok,

Happy Easter,

Love Di..xx

Flowerpot said...

Trubes - thanks so much - getting better thanks and happy Easter to you too x

Melissa Marsh said...

Sue, I'm so pleased to hear that your recovery is going well. It's a long road, isn't it? I remember thinking it would take ages to get back on my feet, but six weeks seems to fly by! But it really took me a good six months after the hysterectomy before I felt fully back to normal.

I wish you a continued recovery full of rest and relaxation!

Flowerpot said...

Melissa - yes it is along road. I still get incredibly tired, but am sure it will improve in a month or so!

Flowerpot said...

Melissa - yes it is along road. I still get incredibly tired, but am sure it will improve in a month or so!

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