Today I just can't do it. Self-pitying whine follows, skip at will→[More:]I need to fix the roof on my shed. It's just a little shed, 6ftx4ft, with a pent roof, exactly like
this in fact. It has what we in the UK call 'felt' on it, I think you call it shingle in the US.
Anyhow, it is torn, I suspect as a result of Bailey clawing at it - she'd recently taken to resting on the shed roof and I think she probably did the big stretch with claws out and tore the felt. That she hasn't been up there since it got torn is proof enough of her guilt.
It's not a massive job to fix it (although I will need to get to it from the garden belonging to the troublesome neighbour) and it's something I should be able to do myself. So I took myself off to Wickes this morning, bought a roll of shed felt and and then had to ask somebody about the nails (which are of course at the other end of Wickes from where the shed felt is - why don't they put the nails you need for sheds with the other shed things instead of all together in a big nail section?)
But now I'm home I feel completely incapable of doing this job. It's not that I'm unable to do it - it's not rocket science and there's instructions on the side of the roll of felt. It's just this feeling of "IT'S SO HARD TO DO ALL THIS STUFF ON MY OWN". I want to be the one to hold the ladder steady, and pass the nails and hammer up to the man, to hug him when the job's done and us both to stand back, arms round each other, admiring the finished shed. Sometimes it is so, so hard to do everything alone.
I just cannot bring myself to start this job today. Instead I'm going to do the housework and then go to the gym and see if I can work off this depression.
I had the same feeling today at Wickes as I had in Ikea a few months ago - everywhere it was couples, people together buying things for their homes - and I felt like a fifth wheel. I am lonely, I don't want to be on my own for the rest of my life, but I honestly don't know if, on the other hand, I could go through the 'process' again - letting someone get close to me, allowing myself to love someone again - Dating? ha! I am kidding myself!
Meeting someone is the most unlikely thing to happen. Even making friends is so very difficult for me. But I hate the alternative too, this loneliness and isolation that I choose for myself instead. It is so hard,
so hard sometimes.