I'm spending the weekend catching up on work, so that Monday won't catch me unawares. I'm up with most of it now, but have run out of steam. Still have a rousing hymn to choose for tomorrow, Once I've got my piano back, I'll have no excuse not to practise. Choosing hymns, I look at the type of service, the time of church year, the theme of the service, I look up the readings - I'm very conscientious.
I should have been going to a funeral on Monday, but I found out that I've been included in a lunch for 24 people, which will be on 3 tables and I'm supposed to be hosting one of the tables. The organiser had forgotten to give me the date - it had been cancelled because of a power cut and rearranged, but I wasn't there when the others were told. I feel badly about missing the funeral, but I did have a long chat with her son today and the Sage will go, you can't fit in everything and I don't want to disappoint my friend.
I also had a chat with my doctor, at the same social event. He told me that he is retiring in November - he'd already told the Sage a while ago, but is politely telling each person that he can individually. He's been my doctor for 25 years and I'll be sorry to see him go. I like him very much, we understand each other. He has high standards, which might seem an odd thing to say - that is, if I went along for a vague whinge, he'd be slightly disappointed, because he'd expect something more specific from me. If I were needy or frail, he'd amend his expectations. He said, if all his patients visited him as often as I did, he'd not have been very busy. Once every five years is about the norm, which shows how fortunate I am with my health. I did go more often for a couple of years about my hip, and it was actually quite hard not to whinge then, so I always made sure that I had something practical to suggest. He has arthritis in his knees and was limping slightly but noticeably. I'm glad I've got hips rather than knees - though would rather not have it at all, of course. Bloody arthritis. He asked me how my hip is (doctors usually avoid asking after one's health when off duty, I took it as a compliment, that he knew I wouldn't turn it into a consultation!) and I said it's fine. "Glad you had it done?" "Yes, I am," I said, simply.
I slept thoroughly last night and caught up on the previous night's insomnia. It's a nuisance, though. I'm drinking strong black coffee right now. I hope that coffee doesn't start to affect me. I don't mind decaff, but one doesn't normally have a choice of blend or roast and, although I don't have the number of coffees that I do of teas, I do like to choose what sort I feel like drinking.
I heard birds calling in a warning tone, looked out and there was a cat in the garden. I went out to tell it to leave, and there was a branch of a broom lying on the ground, though still attached to the trunk. I grew it from seed over 20 years ago and it grew unexpectedly tall, small tree sized rather than bushy. I think that some major lopping will be needed.