A Wonderful Boring Day

A Wonderful Boring Day

It was three weeks ago today that I took my tumble down the stairs, and the aftereffects are echoing through my days. The sacral haematoma is the source of most of my pain. The pain from the fractured tailbone is minimal by comparison. Sitting presses on the haematoma, as does lying on my right side or my back. Finding a position of comfort is a challenge. The pain from putting pressure on the haematoma is a new type of pain in my life, it isn’t an intense pain, it is a draining pain, it drains all the energy out of my body. So I do everything in my power not to put pressure on the haematoma. I sit funny, I lie funny, but I walk like with ease, which is a blessing. I have taken no pain killers since the prescription ran out.

Saturday was a bit exciting. Attila worked of course. I was working on my genealogy research when the telephone rang, it was the realty office. They wanted to know if a realtor could bring people through the house in one hours time. Of course I said yes, then leapt into action to do up the dishes, sweep, and make sure everything was spic and span for the visitors. Then the phone rang again, could they come later in the day. OK, that would be fine. Twenty minutes before the viewing I headed out to Tank, only to greet the realtor in the driveway. He was a bit early, and he had his wife and children with him. Apparently they like to spend time as a family and the wife and kids often accompany him while he is working. Seems to work well for them. Well, then the potential buyer called, he was stuck in traffic, going to be late. The upshot was he was more than an hour late. So we talked, I provided the realtor and family a tour of the house and grounds, produced a soccer ball for the kids to play with. Then when the potential buyer arrived I jumped into Tank and drove a short distance down the road to a shady spot to wait until they had done their thing. But, I had forgotten to bring my seat cushion. By the time forty minutes had elapsed I was very glad to get back into the empty house and to lie down to recover!

Just after Attila arrived home, a young couple with a dog on a leash wandered up the driveway to look at the place. Really!?! Attila went out to to the yard to speak with them, but did not encourage them to stick around, they should be with a realtor if they want to view the house.

Attila and I were very glad to spend the rest of the evening quietly, together.

This afternoon I was delighted when my Mom dropped in for a wee visit. She was up viewing her property in the area, and dropped in on her way home. She is amazing, she has such a spritely spirit, and is looking great. We had a lovely visit. I baked a cake because I knew she was coming, a recipe I wanted to try, adding a can of pop to a cake mix. Not health food I know, but interesting. It was very moist, I think I could have cooked it a bit longer. I used a chocolate fudge cake mix and a can of mandarin orange sparkling water. Very nice. Mom brought us some donuts. Then off she went on her long drive home, about a three hour drive when the traffic is perfect. The traffic is hideous this weekend, so she was in for quite a journey.

The weather was perfect today, hot but with a lovely breeze, and no bugs to speak of. We worked in the yard all morning, digging out the fire pit, rearranging the perimeter rocks, making it look prettier. Attila mowed the lawn. We did laundry. It was a wonderful boring day! (Boring except for the delightful visit from my Mom of course!)

Worldly Distractions


Date: 8:00 PM EDT Sunday 12 July 2015
Condition: Sunny
Pressure: 101.5 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 23.5°C
Dewpoint: 16.6°C
Humidity: 65%
Wind: NW 5 km/h
Humidex: 29


“Order is not pressure which is imposed on society from without, but an equilibrium which is set up from within.”
Jose Ortega y Gasset
1883 – 1955


  1. WendyNC

    “Boring” is a good thing if, for no other reason, it means nothing bad happened. Personally, I’m quite fond of ordinary, daily living and all indications are that you and Attila are as well.

  2. Lee Ann, we did enjoy our day! It was extra special too, because none of the little projects we worked on had a timeline, if we got them done great, if we didn’t, oh well. It is fun being busy without the pressure of performance. 🙂

  3. Thanks Kate, the last few days I’ve been wondering if I am falling apart 🙂
    Better today though.
    My Mom is a busy gal, she spends her winters in Florida, drives herself down there from Ontario, and then drives herself home again for the summer months. She lives quite a distance from us, so we don’t see her too often. She volunteers, plays a mean game of bridge, drives all over the place with her friends and family, even toured Europe with my sister last summer, by train and bus and on foot. And she is funny, and smart, and beautiful… I guess I am a bit prejudiced about this last part, 🙂

  4. TopsyTurvy (Teri)

    I can most definitely see you liking a supposedly boring day, as I’m well versed in the “interesting times” curse.

    So nice to hear the viewers of the house stayed 40 minutes! People don’t stay long in a place they’re sure they don’t like.

    I’m fascinated by your cake recipe, Maggie. That would be quite a few missing calories when you take out eggs, milk and butter. Though the contrast is that all the calories would now be carbohydrates: flour, sugar, maybe starch, which don’t sit well with me. But we all have our days when we crave carbohydrates, so it’s not like cutting calories on your need-carbs days is a negative. 😉

    Hopefully that hematoma starts being absorbed soon, so you can get more comfortable.

  5. We get a lot of viewers, the realtor is very good that way. But there is only one comparable property, with no acreage and much lower price, that has sold so far this year within driving distance of us, so it is a slow, slow market. All the other comparables are still for sale.

    The cake recipe was very good, I will make it again when I am having company, it is too much for just the two of us. I want to try a few of the other flavour combinations.

    I will be glad when the hematoma disappears, it is just a matter of time.

  6. After a few days of flurry and excitement, Linda and I would joke that *boring sounded good!*

    Gosh, I was surprised to realize your accident happened three weeks ago. I’m terrible with timelines.

    Ouchy. Ouchy. Ouchy!

    Selling a home is exhausting with the constant upkeep and subliminal stress. You are a trouper!


  7. Reenie, you have described it perfectly, “subliminal stress”. I was doing better before I met a realtor and a person who was going to look at the house. It was all theoretical until I came into contact with the people doing it, yikes, I don’t like it! But what can we do, we have to just keep on keeping on in hopes that someday we will own only one house that we will both live in at the same time, 🙂

    Who knew about hematomas! I really feel for people recovering from these things, they are a misery. My sister, when she visited, immediately noticed the large lump on my back, it is noticeable through my clothing. I am hoping that a few more weeks will see it start to diminish.

    Glad to year that your time is passing so pleasantly that three weeks seems like a few days!

  8. NORA

    Hi Maggie,
    Boring days….I embrace them as I remember chaos too easily.

    My sister went bananas when the house was on the market for five years. Last minute calls, a scramble to get things in order. confining the cats, having to leave the house….it was exhausting but it finally sold and they are much happier.

    I hope your recovery takes a sudden turn and you start to heal sooner than expected.

    Your mother sounds nothing short of amazing to me. I wish I had her energy!


  9. Nora, I love the story with the happy ending about your sister selling her house, even after five years! There is always hope. 🙂

    I am feeling a lot better now, all that sleep did me the world of good, and I am truly taking it easy.

    My Mom has oodles of energy, she has always run circles around me. Lucky thing, there were six of us, the first five were one year apart in age, when I was growing up; and she ran the family farm by herself while raising us. She is amazing!

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