Thinking about dying

So I've done some weeding in the front garden, planted my tulip bulbs, moved another breeze block - I must be getting stronger; this one wasn't as heavy - and started to dig up some of the big daisies swamping my rose bush.

I was tired so I sat on George's bench and closed my eyes. With the sun on my face it struck me that it would be a good way to die: just sitting in the sunshine, in the garden, and falling asleep.

Don't worry I'm not thinking about death. Well, I am, but not in a suicidal way. So, God, if you wouldn't mind, please take note that this is the way I want to go when it's time. Nothing painful or drawn-out or yucky. Thank you very much. But not for a long time.

I spent a few minutes chatting to a worm before I realised it was a piece of shoelace. I picked it up and found: it was a worm.

Anyway, I've come in now for a cup of tea and a pear.

It is a gorgeous day today. The sun is warm and the forecast is good for a few days. I've booked a hair appointment at last, and life would be great were we not living a waiting game for Husband's operation.

When I phoned the hairdresser's Andrew answered. He's the joint owner of the salon along with my man, Mark. And he recognised my voice! How can he do that? I mean I recognise his because he's one of the few people who would answer when I phone, but he has loads of his own clients to remember, let alone Mark's. And I'm not the only old woman who goes there. It's a mystery.

We watched the Bruce Springsteen Road Diary on Disney (I think) last night. It was interesting but perhaps a little long and not enough of Bruce talking. It was mostly the E-Street Band members doing the interviews. Made me want to see him again though . . .

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I've just come back from a lovely walk with Elder Son and Toby, along the beach - the other direction from yesterday - and back through Singleton Park.

You'd have thought it was a summer's day from the number of people on the beach. Then again, as ES pointed out, we didn't actually have many summer days like this.