The swirls in the whirls

the dizzy spells are difficult to proceed this week last. The smaller stages I tackle everything from the start back in life are even smaller ... The kitchen tasks I had set outto achieve this week in fine tuning with each sweep through, is slower than I had hoped.

At least it can be seen in small doses the improvement in areas and tasks ... The updating of needs now, from where time stood still in rearranging the nooks and crannies. And I can see where there are and is a lot of wasted time. The solutions sought. 

It is a tragedy a lot is binned along with the minimal waste I cannot always strive for to landfill by dispersing via other means ...  I have no time or inclination to sell or do freecycle etc .... The security issues of this ... and waiting around for collections and other people's moods and the inevitable letdowns of unreliability ... time is precious enough ... 

And the way widows are perceived, even my Mum is seen as needy. The perceptions of the medical profession and builders etc of ... being on your own. Mum has had to muddle through too. We rather get on with it or adapt ... without the bother of the others moods if they feel like it ...