What a whirlwind of a half-month this February has been. I’ve just today cleared my desk of a major clerical project which has kept me busy from early morning hours till late at night for the last several weeks, the creation of the hundred-page program for our regional youth performing arts festival, and all that is left now (of that particular project at least – others still loom) is the tidying up – the clearing away of pages of scribbled notes from my desk, no-longer-needed files from my computer desktop, and scads of red-flagged messages from my email inbox.
Every moment not typing, proof-reading or chasing down errant schedules and discipline directors has been spent up a ladder hammering, sanding or painting, as we are still very much in carpentry-home-renovation mode, though we did take a day or two away to do some highly enjoyable old-car shopping, dallying with the idea of acquiring an older Jaguar, and going so far as test-driving a not-very-well-kept mid-1980s XJ Sovereign. That was fun enough in its way, but we reminded ourselves that playing about with shabby ex-luxury cars is all well and good, what we really need is a new-to-us one-ton farm truck.
So we bought a Mercedes.
And not a relatively sensible newer Mercedes, or a jaunty coupe or convertible to join the several other vintage sports cars we cherish with quiet pride, but a getting-on-elderly – well, in car years – 1972 – decidedly sedate, 4-door W114-250/8 sedan, the same model used for several decades as a taxi throughout Europe, Africa and the Middle East. It’s had a cosmetic facelift, but is completely stock under the shiny new paint – the engine compartment and interior tell the true tale. Though definitely mature, she purred along very nicely when we took her for a test drive, and her obvious good nature completely won us over. (And she wasn’t all that expensive, as these sorts of cars go. A bit of a deal, in fact. Or so we fervently hope!)
Well, don’t get the wrong idea about my life, for it’s definitely not all beer and skittles around here, and the fates, deciding I was much too happily giddy gloating over my nice new-to-me toy, threw in a humbling twist.
Several days ago I took a tumble and pulled my hamstring, and have been in varying degrees of discomfort ever since. (On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the worst pain one can imagine, as the triage nurses in Emergency like to say, I have at times this week hit a solid 8. Honest truth. This relatively unserious but completely debilitating injury is painful.) I can’t properly walk, let alone drive or climb ladders, and sitting too long at my computer has been agony, though I did manage to prop myself up in a delicately balanced position which allowed the completion of the paperwork project.
Now that I’ve conquered that, I shall at last take my doctor’s sage advice, put my feet well up for at least part of each day, and settle down to some recreational reading while waiting for this thing to heal enough to allow a return to some sort of normal mobility. Which also means I may swap my computer for my daughter’s laptop, and pound out a few book reviews.
A silver lining to this personal cloud, in fact.
Next post, back to books.