Anyone would think Mercury is retrograde with all the transport problems I’ve had lately!
Today it continued. I had a talk to give in Cardiff around 11am. I’d checked train times and there was one from my local station at 10:09 that would get me there by around 10:30am – perfect! I also have a talk in Merthyr this evening, and so was going to travel by train there. I wandered down to the train station for around 10:00 to give me time to get tickets for both journeys.
I got there to find that all the trains between Cardiff and Treherbert, Merthyr Tydfil, Aberdare and Rhymney had been replaced by buses.
Wouldn’t have been a problem except the bus journey takes twice as long as the train and I’d be too late for the talk this morning. So, I phoned the organiser (thank goodness for mobile phones!) who was gracious enough to say not a problem she’d sort something out. I think phoned the organiser for this evenings talk, and she said she’d come and pick me up and bring me back again afterwards.
Its no one’s fault really. I knew I should have checked for engineering works over the weekend, and didn’t. Ho hum!
It’s at times like this, when I recognise how I would have reacted in the past to these kinds of situations, that I realise how much positive work has been done through the counselling sessions I have.
In the past I would have been blaming myself, really taken myself on a guilt trip that would lead to a dark place. I wouldn’t have slept, would have worried myself stupid, found it hard to organise myself or do anything by myself.
This time, and this is not the first time I’ve had a car die on me, I’ve coped really well. I do need to find my insurance details so I can arrange the insurance for the Corsa. I need to find the log-book for the SmartCar so I can arrange for it to be sold for parts/breaking/scrap. And I need someone who can take the radio out of the SmartCar and install it in the Corsa for me. I’m fact, I’m quite pleased with myself, and that in itself is a big step forward for me too.
I have a couple of premature baby wraps and funeral gowns now made to send to Cuddles. I have, and am, enjoying the process of knitting. The book on Mindful Knitting arrived on Friday, and I’ve quickly scanned the introductions and some of the sections about how knitting can be a mindful practice, and I recognise much of it as a process I enter into when I find myself lost in art, not that I’ve done much art lately – wool, knitting needles, patterns, finished items and other paraphernalia of the craft cover the table I usually use to do art upon. Today, though, I got a small wicker laundry basket that has a linen liner to keep the yarns and stuff in in an attempt to have them easily to hand but also neatly in one place instead of scattered all over. That purchase was one of the good things from not going to Cardiff this morning and walking through my town to do some shopping. I don’t think the basket is big enough on getting it home, but it will help to organise things, so long as the puss-cat doesn’t decide they are there for him to mess with!