Today Fandango gives us ENERGY as our word prompt.
I could have used my Smart Meter post from yesterday for this, but think maybe I’ll reminisce on years, nay, decades, past when my energy levels were a thousand per cent higher than they are now.
A typical week for me was work Monday to Friday, 8.30 to 5.30 including travelling time, which was actually walking as the bank was just a mile up the road. It didn’t matter which way I went, it was always downhill first and uphill last each way as we lived at the top of a hill with a dip in the middle.
My evenings though were packed with activity.
Two nights a week was ten pin bowling, one darts, one netball, and two down the disco.
Those were the days when jeans in discos weren’t allowed, and us gals liked to dress up.
I had a long halter neck lurex frock that I nearly always wore, and at 7.30 would walk up to the bus stop to go into town for dancing. I loved to dance. I would be up most of the evening having fun with my friends, male and female, then we’d share a taxi home unless someone had a car and could give me a lift.
I still wish I’d learned how to jive, and remember one time when I was living with ex-partner that his Uncle got me up on the dance floor to try. He was a good teacher, and before long, I was actually JIVING and having a wonderful time. Then matey said something and pointing at me, started to laugh. I lost my rhythm and concentration and couldn’t get it back. I never danced when we were out again, unless it was with the kids.
I was young, I was unattached, I was having fun, but as is always the case, you cannot burn the candle both ends, and my energy simply expired one weekend.
I was so tired when I got home from work on Friday, I had my tea and went straight to bed. I slept until about 11 Saturday morning, got up, pottered around until about 6 pm then had a hot bubble bath and an early night.
I woke up on Sunday in time for lunch, didn’t do very much in the afternoon and went to bed about 9.
Monday was work as normal and although I didn’t feel so tired, I realised I had been pushing it so only went ten pin bowling once a week, and as my sister was captain of the netball team and always putting me down, that was easy to kick into touch.