[I wonder how many repeats of things from Friday’s 7 Quick Takes I can get away with re-posting here. Given it’s an hour since I wrote that post, cos that kind of trippy thing happens around midnight – one day becomes the next very rapidly, and when one hosts a blog hop with co-hosts who are WAY ahead of the game, one has to attempt some semblance of organisation and preparedness. One may also have to stop referring to oneself as ‘one’. Imminently.]
Although, having squandered one of my Quick Takes talking about the timing, and one of them on my shiny new social media buttons (actually, I don’t think that one was squandered – I do *love* the shiny new social media buttons) I’ve probably got more than enough actual stuff to fill up the Ten Things pretty rapidly. Let’s see. I already know that #10’s an awesome one; just #1-#9 to go…
1. That Husby is not in the slightest bit squeamish (just as well, given all the meds he has to inject), and is very quick off the mark, so tonight when, three bites into a delicious plate of Moroccan-style lamb, potato wedges and salad (all homemade, I hasten to add), a weird and very nasty stabbing pain in the roof of my mouth and a rapid (but careful) explore with my tongue gave me to know that there was something there – something that had pierced into my skin, I was able to put down the dinner, mumble to Husby “I need you in the bedroom, now – get the tweezers”, he didn’t question, he just acted, and within a short time, he’d pulled a tiny, stabby piece of fzkana* out of my soft palate. Oh the blessed relief!
*I don’t know what a fzkana is – I just made it up, and I don’t know WHAT got pulled out of my mouth, but the word is as uncomfortable to say as the entire experience was to undergo.
2. That my Explorer Friend and I found our way back this time without any damage to person or property. We got lost again, cos that’s how we roll. And we burned a ton of calories doing it. And it was beautiful – look! (This is why I need a smartphone.)
3. I’m in two minds about whether biltong deserves a place here. It totally, 100% does if taken on face value (especially the gorgeous chilli biltong provided by the new South African ‘Biltong and Barbies’ shop in town, but (vegetarians, skip to the next Thing here, please – consider this adequate warning) there are moments when I end up over-thinking it and wondering whether the drying process really kills off any beef-worm cysts, or how much like meaty chewing gum the bits my Dad calls ‘knicker elastic’ are (and that’s what they’re called in cooked meat – I guess it’s some kind of intramuscular connective sinew) when you find one at the end of the biltong stick. On the one hand, yes, it’s sun-dried cow, and on the other hand it’s utterly delicious. For now I’m going firmly with ‘Tastes Good’.
4. I’m hugely, amazingly thankful to Kristi, of Finding Ninee, who let me be a part of her initiative, Our Land, this week. She’s collecting stories from those who are finding that the place they need to live is a world of empathy, wonder and compassion, and they write to show how that can be done. I wrote primarily about the ‘How to’ and the ‘How not to’ of treating a person who you’ve heard has been diagnosed as infertile. It’s a topic close to my heart (as Husby and I are. Infertile, that is) and since that diagnosis it’s been on my heart to in some way reach out and share my story and connect with others who have similar stories, as well as help the demystificaion of the subject and lift the taboo a little from around it.
5. I am so thankful that after a week of weird sleeping patterns, a cold and a late-night stomach ache, I can go to bed tonight (well, this morning – I’m once again in the wee hours) and have a lie-in. I’ll say this for infertility – there are a few minor perks (not that I wouldn’t swap them in a second) and I’ll take every ounce of pleasure/bonus/advantage I can get in this crappy ride…
6. I had a wonderful time on Wednesday, when a group of us got together at a friend’s house to celebrate the official, final day of the course we’ve been on for the last two years. The weather held and even became warm and sunshiney and we BBQ’d like it was going out of style. Which it has been, given that English summers seem to be on a ‘wetter’ trend. We spent the evening covered in smoke, burger grease and great conversation. It was idyllic, peaceful and what summer and being a student are *meant* to be about.
7. I had a very mysterious phonecall (that’s a lie – I made a very mysterious phonecall as it was in response to a missed call, but I’m not really sure on the validity of making the mysterious phonecall – I rather think that mystery is something done to one, rather than initiated by oneself (and we’re back at ‘one’) And now I’ve overthunk this, I’ll side-step and carry on, but do let me know what you think if you’ve time – there’s a point here somewhere to be pinned down and hashed out) with WonderAunty, who (in cahoots with Husby and Mum) is organising a ‘Surprise day’ for my birthday. Cos it’s gonna be my 30th. Yuk. Makes me think of all the things I was ‘meant’ to have accomplished by now. But the fact that there’s going to be a surprise day (you know it’s going to be good when you’re explicitly asked “Do you trust me enough to let me just arrange things?”) will help considerably.
8. I’m thankful that in addition to my nice, new, shiny, SIGNED AND PERSONALISED copy of The Bone Collector, Husby has Jeffrey Deaver’s latest release, and he’ll let me read it after he’s done with it. YAY for new books, and YAY for Mr Deaver being such a gentleman and an excellent writer.
9. I’m thankful to Janine, and to my CinemaFriend, who have both helped me on Twitter when I’ve sent them near-incomprehensible tweets asking what on earth to do (sometimes with the simplest of things!) and who have both been very gracious. Janine’s even offered ongoing help, should I need it (I will). However, I am pleased to report (for any anti-Twits out there) that the good bits of Twitter are a barrel of laughs and I’m having such fun over there 😉
The awesome #10 I mentioned earlier.
Regular readers (and friends in Real Life) will know of the existence of WonderAunty, but what you may not know is that she’s an absolutely amazing, hilarious poet (and an absolutely amazing person to boot). Having completed my course (Ornamental fish management) she presented (as in, read out, brilliantly) this poem to me, and has generously agreed to having it featured as one of my Ten Things of Thankful. So with no further ado, I present, WonderAunty.