Continuing my preparation for cataract surgery, I see that forward bending is forbidden for some weeks. It is surprising how often I find myself bending forward from loading the dishwasher to washing my hair.
I find a lovely coconut spray dry shampoo, which just leaves the dishwasher to sort. Given my poor memory I need to build a new habit beforehand. So, I decide to revive the Bunny Dip.
For those of you who were not born then, skirts in the 60s would be blouse length today. Mine barely covered my knickers when I kept my arms by my sides. Bending was done with bent knees and upright torso – as demonstrated by Hugh Hefner’s Bunny Girls.
No, I did not reach up for anything! Fetching and reaching was what boyfriends were for, as well as climbing into my flat when I locked myself out. It was practically an audition for a relationship, the willingness to climb in without complaining.
A happy memory to make me smile as I fill the dishwasher while making like a Playboy Bunny!
Collaborating on a comic
My illustrator friend and I are working on two projects together. One is our individual response to the same theme – THIRST. I produce a poem and he an illustration; we are sending it in jointly with individual pieces of writing to explain how we work.
The second is a longer and more challenging project – a graphic novel style piece on mental illness, specifically psychosis. We had a good meeting today, wide-ranging conversations while working on our projects. He is so kind in coming to me, finding time in his very busy day.
Buying a farm
Had another good idea today – a pre-funeral shower! Friends and family gather with the old person to share laughter and memories and say all the lovely things that are normally saved for the funeral tea. I want to hear and say all those nice things. So, for my 80th birthday I will invite family and friends to share a meal and our memories, to say all the things we always meant to say. Perhaps we will write them down to go back to.
I say 80th but hope to live into my 90s. And, while on this theme, I do not want flowers for my funeral, but a farm. There was a WWII saying, ‘buying the farm’, for when someone died in battle. I always wanted a smallholding but lacked both cash and agricultural talent. So I would like everyone to buy something for a farm instead of flowers.
Oxfam does a scheme – beehives, hens, apple trees, goats, whatever you can afford. It goes towards a farm in Africa or India.