Searching For Normality

Grass on grass

Sunday was bright and cold.  I had planned to take advantage of the sunshine and hang out a load of washing before church, but indecision in the wardrobe department, scuppered that plan. My dilemma? What could I wear that is neither posh enough for people to think I am supposed to be doing something, when I am not; nor so casual as to make people wonder if I have rolled up in my pyjamas?

Earlier in the year, my husband sowed white foxglove seeds. They successfully germinated, and when they grew large enough I potted them on.  Since then they have been rather left to their own devices and grow, while we rejuggled some of the flower beds. As a frost was forecast, I thought I better start planting before they all perished in the permafrost....  An hour of rather enthusiastic gardening and my wrist is aching like mad.  When we rang for evensong, my hand was making it very clear that it did not approve of my reckless actions.  Not great timing, as we had planned to do some longer lengths of ringing in the next week or so...

Monday is another beautiful autumn day, but sadly further gardening is out of the question.  Instead the day is spent planning the after school club and other future events.
"Are you coming shopping?" My husband tries to tempt me with retail therapy, supermarket style.  I decline the invitation.
"We never agree on what we should buy, or how it should be packed..."
He admits this is true and departs to enjoy shopping, without the assistance/impairment of his spouse.

Last Monday evening I persuaded the KHT that she needed to go to an exercise class, and took her along to our local Special Olympics group.  She has a great time, enjoyed the warm-up exercises, demonstrated a remarkable ability for missing the shuttlecock, and then joined in with a version of bowls where all the participants are seated.  Give the KHT a ball and she just cannot resist rolling it hard enough to hit the back wall. She was also has a high success rate in hitting the jack and transporting that to the back wall as well - she is very accurate, just needs to work on length, and tactics... This week the KHT returned for more sports.  I didn't stay, but when I collected her she very proudly announced that her badminton playing was even worse than last week. The KHT really enjoys the group, but she just takes exception to the word 'Special'. Her desire is to go to a group for normal people, offering a variety of team sports, with fellow participants not being driven bonkers by her actions. She is unable to comprehend that apart from 'Special Olympics' such groups do not exist,  that everyone is different, and normality is a hypothetical state, which no one ever actually attains....

After hurting my hand planting foxgloves, I can tell you that my hand is far from normal, as for the rest of me, that is anyone's guess ;)