1. I’m thankful you’re here, as I have a sneaking suspicion that in the third week of any given hop, you begin to pick up momentum (or crash and burn horribly). I watched Finish the Sentence Friday gather speed and get better and better. I missed the start of 7 Quick Takes, but it clearly survived and has thrived. I Hate Mondays is flourishing. And now, this little here hop here might *just* go on to grow into something wonderful.
2. I’m thankful in various turns for Google+ hangouts, Clark and Husby for all joining in the inaugural Wakefield Doctrine Video Chat Test Run, which (although not my ball, and completely Clark’s (though he’s generously allowing me to join in)) was awesome fun and showed that we have a clear (if laggy) way forward to have live chats with anyone who wants to further their knowledge of the personality theory of clarks, scotts and rogers, and begin to take charge of the aspects within their own person and use the underused ones to manage life (and other people) better.
3. Actually, I genuinely am thankful for my parents-in-law staying with us. We’ve been treated to dinner, not a day goes by without some small gift or token bought for us (today, strawberries, milk, bread and a bar of chocolate) and because we have an excuse to go to Sprinkles for ice cream. YAY! Ice cream.
4. I am thankful for the ladies in the infertility group You, Me and Infertility, who are so supportive, lovely and encouraging on our group effort to be more healthy and get more exercise (look away from my #3 now – I did not just say I was going for ice-cream). Under the guidance of our great and glorious leader (admin lackey, whatever) who, in her own words, likes to “ride around on an enchanted unicorn that poops rainbow glitter while wearing a tutu and sparkly ballet slippers” we help each other through the pain of hearing new pregnancy announcements, buoy each other up when we suffer the distress of seeing parents taking their children for granted (or worse), give one another virtual hugs when one of us gets given the ‘Pity Face’ or is told ‘Well at least you don’t have to get woken up all through the night to deal with screaming, poopy babies’ (FYI – we’d JUMP at the chance).
We are there for one another. We matter to one another. We are for one another. And in the midst of all the pain infertility brings, it’s a beautiful, wonderful thing to be a part of.
5. I am thankful for my camera. Now I must refer you to #3 because I pretended to be a tourist and took photo-snaps of our gelato adventure. It was INCREDIBLE.
The outside is glamorous enough; like a beacon shining in the middle of studentville, attracting throngs of people. When we arrived it was a case of sit out in the cold wind or standing room only. Later (when I snapped this) it was dark and the lights in the store coupled with the funky music and the glossy, ice-cream counter were like a lovely, shiny, gelato Mecca.
Oh. My. Days. The flavours! Massive, fat tubs laden with thick, creamy, soft swirls – transferred to your cone or bowl with a flat spatula and a swift scrape and the flair of the long-accustomed. Mint chocolate oreo. White chocolate and blueberry. Lime pavlova. Ferrero Rocher…the list goes on and on and on
Husby had mint-choc-chip and plain Oreo in a waffle basket (chocolate-lined waffle basket, let it be said)
I had raspberry pavlova and blue banana in a large Sprinkles waffle cone. Just get the SIZE of it! Just as well I had a small dinner!
6. I am thankful for the people who read this who are not bloggers. I suspect there are a sizeable core of people who visit Considerings who know me in real life (or, maybe don’t) but who aren’t in the blogging world themselves, yet still take the time to pop over and absorb whatever funny/interesting/agonising/exciting stuff I’ve been writing about. And sometimes I hear from them via Facebook or other mediums, and it’s so lovely to know that you’re out there and this matters to you.
I know I can get pretty hung up on comment counts, viewer counts and which ‘celebrity’ blogger has paid me a visit here, but actually, you guys are the hidden, vital audience I want to reach – those who want to catch up on what’s going on with me when I don’t
have make time to tell you myself – those who want to see what’s going on but not make themselves known – those who come here because they genuinely want to, not just through the blogosphere etiquette because I’ve left them a comment on their blog.
You guys matter, you are important, and I’m so glad you’re here and continue to visit.
7. I am SO glad I’m part of the fortnightly netball group here. It’s been so much fun learning and (gradually) improving, as well as making new friends, keeping up with old friends and running around getting hot and sticky and having a hilarious time. Tonight it meant I could have guilt-free gelato (back to that again, I know!) but in all honesty, it’s a wonderful, disparate group of women and girls who all share this one, special thing. Epic fun.
8. I am very thankful for clean, running water. This struck me this evening as I once again had a think in the shower. I’d been glugging away whilst at netball, I had a massive glassful from the tap when I arrived home, and there I was luxuriously washing in it, rinsing in it and just standing there to enjoy it. Not everyone has that, in fact a large proportion of the people in the world have crappy, shitty, disease-filled water to drink and less to wash in. And I don’t remember enough to be grateful for the actually really big, important things – they are commonplace and I take them for granted and it’s not really on.
9. On that note, I am grateful for the mad, genius, charitable organisations like Toilet Twinning, and when I get a job, this is something I plan to do. Friends of ours have done it and I saw the certificate in their downstairs loo and was utterly fascinated, amused and amazed by the sheer brilliance of it.
10. I am thankful this week for the beautiful furniture in my house – my bookcase and my new fishtank cabinet and how beautiful it is here and how much I love coming home.