I did a LOT of work outside last week – weed whacking, mowing the front lawn, yanking out lots of invasive plants. I had decided to take it easy on Saturday, but of course, I saw those invasive plants and I couldn’t ignore them. By Saturday afternoon, I knew I had to stop. My arms were sore, my legs were sore, and I was exhausted. Yesterday, we both took it easy and we’re going to do it again today.
We had a long conversation on Friday about the changes in our lives due to age. We just can’t do the things we used to do. Well, we can, but we tire out much more quickly and our bodies complain much more loudly. I hate that. I’ll admit it, I get angry and frustrated with these new limitations, most of which have hit us in the last couple of years. But I cannot deny the facts. We’re in our seventies and attaining septuagenarian status comes with new restrictions.
I napped yesterday, fell asleep during a god-awful movie last night, and slept in today. I’ll play around with the dollhouse today, write this blog, and that’s about it.
Speaking of the dollhouse: I won this table on a eBay auction. It was made by Bespaq, a high-end miniature company that is no longer in business. I have a few Bespaq pieces; the art deco chairs in the living room, the chaise longue in the bedroom.
And this:
This drop leaf table.
Isn’t it lovely?
It is now in the kitchen, where the owners can open up one leaf and sit down for a bite to eat. Or, the owners can move it into the large entrance hallway, fully open it, and have dinner parties.
It is now sitting underneath a cupboard that I made the other day.
The dishes are a bit matchy, but they were the only dishes I had that would fit in that narrow shelf space.
I love my cheery little kitchen!
Stay safe.
Happy Monday.
I know what you mean about getting older. I need to paint a room that’s been calling my name for a while. Seems I would rather read, or knit, or watch tv, or spin some fiber or even just sit.
Love your table.
I’ll send you the info about Canada when I get some response from them. It’s a process and I don’t want to send you on the wrong path.
Love,
Eileen
Thank you, Eileen. Much appreciated. I still want to claim my Canadian citizenship. I should have done it long ago!
xoxo
Claudia
Matchy dishes work in a kitchen where they wouldn’t otherwise. I love the cabinet and the table is a gem!
Rick and I have had that same conversation. He notices it more in his cycling (as in “I’ll be lucky to make 5,000 miles this year.”) I notice it every day with this hip or that foot. (I give him a pass because he’s so much younger than I am but I hate the restrictions!) It’s why we’ll move in together in the next few years and that will be good. But still, hard to come to grips with mentally!
That will be good for both of you, but yes, very difficult to accept!
Thanks so much, Jeanie.
Stay safe.
Good Morning Claudia! That new normal sounds awfully familiar. I have “had to” learn the hard way that I Must curtail my garden energy before I think I should….. it creeps up on me and then I can barely move! Pacing is the key… not too long (an hour at the most) and not every day. I am trying to think of ways to cut back on the work load…. not easy.
As for the drop leaf table… well done! It is perfect and gorgeous! I have a RL version of that, an antique cherry (solid not veneer 20″ wide boards!) table that belonged to a great grandmother and we had when I was growing up. My Lovely Old Dollhouse sits on it with one side open… I must ask my Mom Which Great grandmother, come to think of it! Lol! I think your Bespaq one looks gorgeous in the kitchen and what a great space saver it proves to be. The cabinet you put together is also just lovely and perfect for that spot. As always, I am really Really enjoying your progress with this house!
That cherry table must be beautiful, Betsy.
You are absolutely right – pacing is the key.
Thanks so much.
Stay safe.
It’s good to take relaxing, restful days. My aunt said, “getting old is not for sissies!” You and Don sound like you are great at supporting each other and keeping your spirits up.
Take care.
That’s a famous Bette Davis quote, Ellen. And it sure isn’t!
Thanks so much, Ellen!