TASHY DOES
September 2019
SEPTEMBER 6th
I'm back. Much has happened in the last year or so but this is not the place to talk about that. This is to tell you what Tashy IS doing and the answer is carrying on. In July, whoops I'm looking back, I reached 70. I don't feel any different and if I am getting older it is taking place slowly so I don't really notice it. Honestly. I have spent one evening a week playing Badminton for the last ten years. I think I can still play just as well.
Over this last summer, one of my best of the last 20 years, I drove well over 2,500 miles in a single month. I walked miles too. I didn't get tired, I could drive for hours without needing a break. It all seemed like before. To celebrate the birthday, my daughter organised a party in the open air and we played rounders. I ran but in this instance I will admit I couldn't run as fast as I wanted. I'll take that.
I therefore see no reason why my plans to spend next year travelling all around England, making videos, taking photos, uploading material to my learning website, and generally working non-stop, should be changed. I believe I can do and that, more often than not, means I can do it.
I have spent this last week getting back into a routine which, in my view, is so necessary if you work on a creative project where you, essentially, set the deadlines. I am very proud of what I have achieved so far but will not rest there. Next week the serious work begins. I'll tell you more then. Oh, and in the event I don't succeed I would rather be alive in a ditch so I could have another go. Unlike him, I don't give up.
SEPTEMBER 13th
I'm finding it quite difficult to get back into the swing of working. I think the problem is I have no deadlines and also other things are going on in other areas of my life.
Last week I wrote that I wasn't feeling 70. I still don't but, lying in bed the other night, Tuesday to be precise, I suddenly realised I was old. Again, it wasn't anything physical; it was mental. I was lying there, trying to go to sleep, sleep is never easy for me, and I had spent the previous two nights not getting into bed until nearly 2.00am after watching the sheer brilliance and determination of Rafael Nadal and the following night the sheer stupidity and buffoonery of Boris Johnson.
Seventy is old, not even middle age any more. If life is lived in seasons I am fast arriving into winter. The trouble is I don't know what it means to me. I have so much I still want to do but it would be ridiculous, should it all end any time now that I have reached 70, to feel aggrieved but I would.
I have had an amazing life but I am greedy: I want more. Tonight I am babysitting for my son. I hate the idea. I know I can sit in front of their supersize TV and watch...............drivel. I could do some writing (good) or read a bit more of the book I am presently reading but what if I suddenly have an idea and want to use my camera, my keyboard or anything. I can't even pop to my kitchen and have a nibble of something I bought for nibbling.
At this age I need to control my life completely. I want to do what I want, when I want and how I want. I saw a post from someone on Instagram where somewhere said 5 hours of babysitting just sitting in front of TV; what a great way to earn £30. Sorry, no.
Next week I am going to give myself some deadlines and make sure I achieve them. I am also, unless it's an emergency, not available during the week to do errands for others. Sorry.
SEPTEMBER 27th
Well that went well didn't it? Updating this page each week failed at the third attempt. Oh well, let's try again. The problem was, and might be again some time, that even though I said I was finding it hard to get back into the swing of things, I wasn't finding it hard to find work.
I was writing in other areas, making plans and generally organising some parts of my life that I had neglected. Owlbut, my learning website, was taking second place and, as it had been my life for 5 years, that didn't seem correct. Then, last Tuesday, something happened that energised me again, made me think of a new way forward and gave me the necessary boot I needed.
So, last weekend I was thinking, planning and working on something I loved and no time to upload here. Now things are calming, I know a way forward and I know how I would like it to be. Not that it will be but how I hope it could be. Next week, the one beginning on Monday September 30th, will be paramount to my way forward. There will be an amazing amount of work to do and, as usual at such stage, other things cause a hiccup. This morning my TV stopped working for no apparent reason. This week my computer has slowed down for no apparent reason.
However, rest assured these hiccups will be quelled and perhaps I will give myself a sudden shock to speed up the process. Wait and see.
