Well, it's the Summer Solstice already, the birds have gone quiet, the trees are in full leaf and my dahlia has flowered. (That's not a euphemism by the way, my dahlia really has flowered).
And just to put the dollop of cream on the strawberry bowl of life, it's the first day of Wimbledon today. The next two weeks are the height of my Summer and, long before I became so incapacitated with CFS, the start of Wimbledon signalled a time of optimum health and well being. Long daylight hours and warmer temperatures suit me very well.
It was a Little R weekend and, fortuitously, it coincided with the Cinderhill Picnic which is a bit of a community tradition around here. It is very near to where we live so I decided to take my bicycle to save my legs. I can scoot down hills and lean on it to push it up the other side. Wow, I haven't been on my bike in a while and it felt good. The picnic was fun. There were lots of races and a blow football tournament. I was content to sit and watch and chat with my friends as I've never been one for jolly group activities. However, when it came to the Tug of War, the friend I was talking to stood up. 'Where do you think you are going?' I said.
'I always do the Tug of War' she replied.
Before I knew what I was doing I was removing my shoes and socks (for extra grip) and hefting the rope in my eager little hands. I haven't had so much fun since, well, I can't remember. We put our all into it. Little R was shouting 'go Jo, go Jo' at the top of his voice and we were all going 'heave'. And we won. High fives all round.
If you follow this blog, you'll remember the Church Steps debacle and maybe the dog chasing escapade. Every now and again I have to test the limits. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over again and expecting a different result. I started to crash about ten minutes afterwards. It seemed everyone wanted to talk to me about important stuff and the first thing to go was my cognitive function. The BBQ was selling off unused food and I ended up buying enough burgers and sausages for a family of six that had to be consumed in the next day. I got home somehow by scooting and pushing and went for a little lie down in a quiet place.
The next day (yesterday) I was incoherent. I couldn't string thoughts together, let alone whole sentences and moving around was a challenge. I was emotionally incontinent and full of remorse for being such an idiot. Just like a hangover from the olden days. Today I am rather better, although achy and fragile. I am heartened by the fact the crash was immediate and I seem to be improving already. If there are any effects on the old 'two day lag' system, I should be seeing them later today, but I don't think I will, well, I hope I won't.
Sometimes I feel stupidly and insanely happy. I love this life!