Unwisely, I started the day with some intricate work* on the computer, forgetting I hadn’t put in my contact lenses ad so had to squint myopically and it gave me a migraine. I used to get them quite often and tried all sorts of ways of staving them off – I knew when I’d been overdoing it and so didn’t eat citrus fruit, chocolate, drank no alcohol, tried to get more sleep but not too much – avoided the traditional triggers, sometimes with success and sometimes not. Now, I know that most of the cause, for me, was tension and tiredness and I’m very laid-back at this stage of my life, so they rarely happen. Patterns of moving objects can do it though (I have to be careful around water and sunlight) and this is the cause this morning. Best to just pop a couple of pink pills and keep going, so I’ll ignore it and it will go away.
I sat down to write last night and realised that nothing interesting had happened. Still hasn’t. We’re not flooded, and now the sky is blue, though it looks a bit breezy. My sister was supposed to come to visit this weekend, but couldn’t make it in the end – just as well, yesterday was not the best day to travel. The Sage’s sister arrived home by train on Thursday evening – the same train line she had been on was impassable by last night.
Next weekend, I’m going to London – just for the Friday night. Visiting my little girl and her lovely husband. We’ll have a nice meal at wherever they have booked (no trouble finding good places to eat in their neck of the woods) and spend Saturday together.
And, before then, we have an anniversary and a birthday. On Monday, it’ll be the 21st anniversary of moving here – coming home, as far as the Sage is concerned. Have I ever told you that this is the house he was born in? His parents bought it the year after they were married, in 1928, and lived here for the rest of their lives.
On Tuesday, my younger son Ro will be 23. Which is why I remember the day we moved – I’m not big on commemorating dates, but we can’t forget that one.
My eyesight has cleared and no headache has started yet. Maybe I’ll get away with it.
*You are so polite. I put ‘word’ this morning and no one has mentioned it. How intricate does a word have to be, to bring on a ‘pattern of moving objects’-caused migraine.
Maybe you are as unobservant as I’m a bad typist?