Finally, a day when stuff happens

The last couple of days have been quite a slog for me in several respects. I am like an animal caught in a bog; the more I try to splash around and do things, the more I seem to be sinking. Let me reassure you that I am not depressed; just bored. And frustrated. And more than a little pissed off. But, not depressed. I haven’t had many periods like this in my life – this is where my uncle David would invariably have chimed in with “well, let’s face it, you’ve never had any periods, have you?” – and I am not sure I am equipped to deal with it.
 
Thankfully, things started to pick up today. I woke up at 5.30 for a start, although it was an hour or so later that I got up from the bed. Much of the morning was spend working on Vagn’s memoirs, which are actually quite interesting. He was in Denmark during the second world war (as a youngster), and much of what he tells is new to me. There was a time in 1940 when the barrage balloons from London were dislodged by a series of gales. One of them landed on the farm and got caught on a barn. All of this had to be explained to the occupying Germans. Then there was the time a crew of Australian flyers crashed in their Lancaster…
 
Anyway, all of that had to stop as at 9.30, I had a call scheduled with my surgeon, who was going to tell me what is what. I sat, waiting, and waiting, until 10.30, when he finally managed to call. He confirmed that there was a change in the hip – and has now put me down for a full replacement. Bollocks. I’m not sure I thought this through properly. Apparently the waiting list is 4-6 months, although I suppose he might have said 46 months; we’ll see. Not sure I am looking forward to the experience, or the subsequent recuperation period. This might put a dampener on our proposed summer trip to British Columbia.
 
While Mrs. Ottawacker went out to a dental appointment, I did a little more work on the memoirs; then, miracle of miracles, in came the work I had been promised yesterday. It looks a reasonable chunk of stuff, so it will hopefully start to fill some of the debt holes I have recently started to accumulate. Did the necessary in terms of forewarning the proofer (this is a translation into French, so I need to be kept on the straight and narrow); before you say it, no, I haven’t thought about just dumping it into Google Translate. I need the mental exercise, I am becoming rather flabby in that respect. Don’t go there.
 
As I write this, Mrs. Ottawacker is chopping vegetables as she has decided I am cooking a stir fry for dinner. Ottawacker Jr. is on one of his allotted Xbox sessions. And it is snowing outside. And Liverpool look like they may be forced into selling Trent Alexander-Arnold to Real Madrid. Snow/selling TAA – not sure which is more irritating.
 
Cooked a stir fry for dinner, which we had somewhat later than usual. Told Ottawacker Jr. about having the operation scheduled, which went as well as might be expected. Then watched a Pie in the Sky and called it pretty much a day.