Remind me , no more house renovation after this . I never want to see another chisel and another window frame waiting to be scraped even if I never eat another Easter egg .
Sunday, 23 March 2008
An early start with another batch of paste of lemons and flash liquid etc . As I stood scrubbing and later as I stood on a chair ( I hate stepladders , after falling off one and landing in the enamel claw footed freestanding bath and chipping the side of my own leg off I've never felt the same about them ) chiselling paint off the window frame ( revitalising the inner porch as we are ) , the electric sander having finally been brought out ,dusted down and switched on . Nichts . Loose wire . I digress .
As I stood scrubbing at the grout I thought back to my Buddhist days when working meditation was part of the deal on a retreat.
I would have signed up for such an event in a country barn priory imagining peace and quiet and serene reflection meditation etc in the sunshine and instead would find , mainly discomfort , snow , freezing conditions ,both physical and mental .
It was very similar in many ways to cleaning the shower with a toothbrush and I'm sure I did cleaning tasks there too with tiny implements and enjoyed the challenge as much ( hollow laugh ) . Funny thing about those retreats though , and I'm finding its the same with the shower , no sooner are you finished ( and driving away in the case of the retreat ) than you are planning the next trip , or cleaning stint .
There's something about meditatation , working or otherwise . And it all boils down to the same thing in the end . It usually involves being Mindful , mostly being hunched up in an awkward position ( in my case today squished up on the floor trying to reach the ground level tiles ) , focusing the mind , trying not to Distract with thoughts of Chocolate or Escape . Whilst you're at it its hard graft and you wish you could stop . But once youre done you feel great , you see the results of your labour very slowly and you begin to think it might be good to have another go , though you can't help have a sneaking suspicion yours isn't going to turn out like the one in Homes and Gardens .
After the shower event we took Alice to the beach , her first walk there since the attack last Sunday . Once we stepped onto the beach she realsed where we were and beetled off back the way she had come, terrified . When we reached her she was shaking with terror . Poor Lamb , we brought her by a different route and got her back to the beach by a different route .
Upon arrival home we realised she had bent a claw back and her paw was bleeding . Poor dog is not having much luck .
As I stood scrubbing at the grout I thought back to my Buddhist days when working meditation was part of the deal on a retreat.
I would have signed up for such an event in a country barn priory imagining peace and quiet and serene reflection meditation etc in the sunshine and instead would find , mainly discomfort , snow , freezing conditions ,both physical and mental .
It was very similar in many ways to cleaning the shower with a toothbrush and I'm sure I did cleaning tasks there too with tiny implements and enjoyed the challenge as much ( hollow laugh ) . Funny thing about those retreats though , and I'm finding its the same with the shower , no sooner are you finished ( and driving away in the case of the retreat ) than you are planning the next trip , or cleaning stint .
There's something about meditatation , working or otherwise . And it all boils down to the same thing in the end . It usually involves being Mindful , mostly being hunched up in an awkward position ( in my case today squished up on the floor trying to reach the ground level tiles ) , focusing the mind , trying not to Distract with thoughts of Chocolate or Escape . Whilst you're at it its hard graft and you wish you could stop . But once youre done you feel great , you see the results of your labour very slowly and you begin to think it might be good to have another go , though you can't help have a sneaking suspicion yours isn't going to turn out like the one in Homes and Gardens .
After the shower event we took Alice to the beach , her first walk there since the attack last Sunday . Once we stepped onto the beach she realsed where we were and beetled off back the way she had come, terrified . When we reached her she was shaking with terror . Poor Lamb , we brought her by a different route and got her back to the beach by a different route .
Upon arrival home we realised she had bent a claw back and her paw was bleeding . Poor dog is not having much luck .
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