A day of sunshine, clouds and light showers, more like a spring than end of summer. I went to St John's Eucharist this morning, with ten of us present. I didn't stop to socialise afterwards, as I thought I would go straight into town, but I wasn't motivated enough to make the effort. I'm still adjusting to the newly increased dosage of Doxazosin, which makes me feel light headed for much longer in the day, though less intensely. It's effective in reducing blood pressure, but the side effect bothers me. It messes with my head, as youngsters say nowadays.
I slept again after lunch, and went out to walk in Thompson's Park as a predicted shower of rain arrived. It didn't last long and was refreshingly cool on my face. Clare went out to pick blackberries, just as I got home, and returned an hour later with 750grams worth to cook and turn into blackberry puree. I felt too tired to go out with her, although I had not walked for as long as I usually do - again the impact of these damned pills I think. But never mind, there will be lots more opportunities for foraging together in the park in coming weeks, as this year's blackberry crop has only just started ripening in earnest.
In the evening we watched a film called 'Quartet' which Clare has seen a couple of times before but I haven't. Made in 2012, it's set in a country mansion which serves as a home for elderly retired musicians and has a start studded cast of elderly instrumentalists and actors. It's a truthful portrayal of what getting old is all about, depressingly so, as this is the time of life we're now embarked upon. It was a lovely comedy with a surprising late romance revealed as the story developed. It's good to laugh about the state we get into as we go deeper into old age, although not so funny in reality when it's a struggle to stay fit and well. But you have to laugh if you're to resist the temptation to weep in despair, or shout with rage at the dying of the light, as Dylan Thomas urged us to.
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