Forget "Keep Calm and Carry on."
For me:
"It is what it is."
And this might get annoying... I am trying to convince myself!
Get up early - tree felling today... second toileting of the morning and Liz is struggling so much just to move... Heart breaking.
"It is what it is."
Get some breakfast... and a large pot of black tea... My great treat... good Chinese Keemun from an importer...
"It is what it is."
New neighbours lying and trying to pass property development costs onto me... Deal with it... They are now paying.
"It is what it is."
Tree to come down on the border between us because of their foundations... set it up and supervise the felling of a lovely tree... make sure the bird box with blue tit chicks is located close by and the parents did return to the nest...
"It is what it is."
Another neighbour lost his job after a takeover at age 59... too specialist and lost his pension in the deal... He lost his wife to cancer two years ago... Sit in the sun in the former neighbours garden (they have not moved in yet) trying to support him and gently suggesting that spraying their garden with glyphosphate is not one of his better ideas.
"It is what it is."
Tell Liz to hit the door bell if she needs me I have a portable unit and she can always get me like that... carry a load of tools to the now gaping fence (tree now down) and start to make repairs for securities sake... Door bell goes after thirty seconds... walk back to the house... Liz says, "Good, just checking its working." Go back to the fence, door bell goes... Walk back to the house, "I want the loo."
"It is what it is."
The upset, glyphosphate wielding neighbour sits with me while I make repairs to the fence. He goes very quiet... after a while I look round. He's watering their garden with glyphosphate again.
He seems happy.
"It is what it is."
I go back to the fence. They really were nasty to him and well he's a lovely guy...
Fence nearly done.
Plant a fig tree in the gap too... They have a new baby and I like the idea he will toddle up and eat figs on a sunny day.
"It is what it is."
Knock out a quick turkey veg rice dish for Liz and cook all of the broken rhubarb the tree fellers demolished.
More toileting.
"It is what it is."
Carer arrives to put Liz to bed... She is almost hysterical. Another PSP patient almost choked to death on her this evening. Sit her down and feed her chocolate whilst she feeds Liz the rest of her meal.
We both get Liz to bed, they are the second carer short tonight, again.
"It is what it is."
Come down stairs and sit with a beer.
Three minutes go by... doorbell goes... "Can I have some cream and pads please?" says a smiling Lizzy!
I'm sitting here thinking:
"It is what it is."
You know I have had a glorious twenty minutes sitting here in the quiet of the night.
Lovely, but,
"It is what it is."
G'night all... bet you get the same.
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