This sweet robin was singing in the bare branches of the trees yesterday as I walked along the edge of the estuary in Topsham to the sound of the honking Canada Geese.
I'm dedicating him to our Armenian family as I was so saddened to learn of the unexpected death of A's mother tonight. Such a lovely woman. She was the same age as my big sister.
Today, I do the housework as my cleaner is ill. I finish dismantling
my Christmas decorations,
and peel off the scattered snowflakes on the patio doors. Bringing myself back into January.
I started having a cleaner when Robin was ill - it was part of my carer's allowance. I so appreciated what she did that I kept her on. In the past I would've felt the need to justify her as I can of course clean my own house.
But not anymore.....it doesn't matter what I think other people think - they will do that anyway! I'm just very grateful for her. And for Robin - who would definitely approve of me saving my back and my arthritic fingers.....so I don't have to lift the hoover and scrub the floors.
And I can be kind to myself instead. And read my book.
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