annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Walking on sunshine Well, I survived a meeting of the allotment trustees today, if we're defining survive as still being here. Sigh. It all started going off when J (knowledgeable, organised but lives 30 miles away and doesn't do any work on the plot, but brought raspberry canes) passed me an agenda. Jeez. If only I had the front to say, "Don't give me an agenda, J. It makes my brain melt. I'll be better just chipping in on the subject to hand." But I don't because it's just a piece of paper. We've already been taken to a vote over whether the meeting should be inside the polytunnel or outside, round a fire. I lost. We are in the tunnel and somehow I'm right in and will have to clamber over people if I need to make a quick getaway. But I breathe and try and act like a normal person. So. We have an agenda and who's taking minutes and we have to agree the minutes of the last meeting - and I do have to speak there because Bloke is listed under a fictitious name (the name of a very handsome male actor, Ms taking the minutes, call yourself a lesbian, but I don't say that, not in front of J) and then they're pleased with me, Bloke and SDig, for staying on task, making a pertinent point and not freaking out. At which point I am engulfed in an avalanche of shame at how far I have fallen, that so little is seen as so much. I kept it to myself, talked myself round (you're ill, this is a symptom, you can only control how you respond to it, chill the fuck out, you're doing good) and listened with half an ear to the rest of the chat. I'm going to concentrate my energies on growing the things I personally love best - tomatoes (because shop ones are tasteless shite, grown for yield not flavour), sweetcorn, which loses it's sweetness by the minute after being picked and is very heaven fresh off the plant and into the pot. Likewise runner beans, potatoes and raspberries. And flowers by the yard, for picking. I can manage that. Just had a phone call from YD inviting me up to hers for Mother's Day (next weekend here in UK) and warning me that the introduction to her dissertation will be in my inbox by morning, which makes me feel better on two counts - one that she's remembered it's M's day and wants to spend it with me and two, that I can still manage complicated brain stuff, so long as it's written down. Phew. Still walking. 10:54 p.m. - 03.03.13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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