A SMASHING AFTERNOON on The Seventeenth of June
I really must impress upon myself, once again,
the importance of listening to one’s body, no matter what the mind or spirit
may tell one. You’d think that I would have learned this lesson after my brain
fogged and housebound years earlier in the twenty-first century. As I’ve
managed somewhat better, with the help of some home support care, more recently
one tends to forget this basic lesson.
This morning I felt quite exhausted, even after
a reasonably good night’s sleep, and initially decided it was going to be a
very lazy day, as many are,, but then a guilt-feeling part of my mind reminded
me that I’ve been having a lot of ready-meal days lately and, it was about time
for me to have a bit of home-cooking. I then started wondering why I felt so
wrecked and all I could come up with was that going to the hospital yesterday,
for a CT scan was a break from my normal routine, any such visits, involving
hospitals or dentists, always prove stressful to me, even if the visit goes
smoothly. Then, of course the evening before that I had company for my birthday,
which I really enjoyed, but then even that was a break from my normal enjoyably
mundane existence.
My mind got the better of me and I decided to
prepare a couple of casseroles, sufficient to provide a main meal for four to
five days. Having completed the hob based component of the meal I placed the
two casseroles in the oven. By around 3.00pm I felt ready for some lunch, and
the casseroles were ready.. I removed one dish from the oven and stood it down
by the hob, ready to serve I correctly thought, but then, as I went to remove
the lid a momentary lapse of concentration led to a shattering of the dish as
it fell to the floor, spreading itself, chicken, mushrooms, diced potatoes,
shards of glass duly scattered over around 3 square metres of floor space.
A smashing casserole indeed.
The snapshot is of the gathered fragments after
sweeping them up, an event which then led to my having to wash the kitchen
floor, thereby renewing my sense of exhaustion.
