And so, you see already that there are a few changes around here. Most of you by now (I hope!) will have picked up on the fact that I’ve moved over to WordPress, so things look a little different. Including the link-up, which is really my one *sadface* thing about the move – your gorgeous thumbnails of Thankful will no longer show up on this page, but will be available in all their glory in a new window, when you click to view the links or enter your own.
In other news, oh BOY do I have a fabulous list of Things for you to read this week…come on in and join the gloriousness that is my 51st list..but before you do that, why not join the BRAND NEW Ten Things of Thankful group on Facebook? Just another way we can develop the friendships in this wonderful community, and keep connected and positive through the week.
First and foremost; The PRIZEWINNER from last week, who got selected by determination of the HAT, is the ever-so-lovely JNY, who will receive her Official Ten Things of Thankful First Birthday Party Birthday Present Prize Surprise Parcel, SOON! (I say that – the postal services being what they are, I use ‘soon’ in the loosest and most flexible sense of the word). Also a shout-out to the SECRET ‘Frist on the Frist’ prizewinner, Kim. Congratumanylations both of ye.
Secondly, but of no less importance; I’b sick. And I’b whingey (so, so, so very whingey) about it. Because I have a summer cold (or, as I now pronounce it; a “subber code”) but I’m STILL THANKFUL. Because the week has been a good one, on the whole, and some parts have been AMAZING and at the moment I am being looked after very well by Husby (who, at this precise moment has escaped to spend time on the balcony, in the evening air, but who will be back shortly to check on me and see if I need a new cuppa, or some dinner, or a hug (from a distance, so he doesn’t catch it)) and he’s been marvellously sympathetic and caring and has put up with my high-maintenance, sniffly-tiger-zombie self VERY well indeed.
But look – I’m PROPERLY sick:
To add a third; Circumstance and the confluence of events offered me the most wonderful, gorgeous, amazing day of floating in a cloud of happiness because of my online friends. In spite of all the ‘far away and divided by geography’ stuff, I consider my heart pretty well hardwired, and I had occasion to understand in an overwhelming manner this week, that it’s not a one-way thing, but that my friends in this Blogosphere do also truly care BACK, for me. It. Was. Amazing. And frankly, I found myself humbled and awed by the strength of their feelings and the manner they honoured the friendship, and could only find it in my heart to be utterly, enormously thankful for each one who reached out to me and stood alongside me.
Coming back for fourths; Daisies. There have been lots of them this week. I have handstanded amongst them. I have hula-hooped amongst them. I found a magic one. I love them. They are perpetually cheering and remind me that summer is almost upon us. I miss summer and I WANT IT BACK.
Pleading the fifth; I won a poetry competition! I know for some people, who enjoy what I write and tell me I do it well (to the point where I get big-headed about it), the exclamation mark might seem arrogant, but honestly, poetry is very much one of those subjective things and there is just no knowing what might float someone’s boat. So I am pleased and honoured that my entry was picked as ONE OF THREE winners this week over at Feral Little Secret. It was a tough poem to write, but I needed it out of me.
Sixth form; It was D-Day, and I loved sharing my story earlier in the week, about the old soldier I met. I was in the van with another patient on the day, and the topic came up, and I shared with him about my encounter with the old soldier. Then all of a sudden, he started talking, and I swear, my ears literally pricked up because he sat there and gave me my NEXT entry for ‘Tales from the Van’. I wrote up a page of notes as soon as he was gone. I can’t wait to share it with you. It’s a good one.
In seventh heaven; My job gave me filing, and the chance to be online with friends through an otherwise boring office day. It also gives me time to hear snippets of people’s fascinating stories. And that’s awesome. And the hours are cushy and the money is reasonable and it gives me time to come home and WRITE. Which is what I love. What could be better?
[Bonus (and yes, I shall place a bonus wherever I choose, thankyouverymuch); That I also have a developing and wonderful online whatever-this-is with everyone’s favourite Dilettante, whose secret super-power is to send me glorious music, which this week kept me going through an incredibly tough moment, when I had to explain something very difficult to a dear friend.]
The eighth wonder; Even though I like the idea of having a garden and a share of an allotment more than I like the reality (cuz WORK, yo!) I did enjoy an evening this week, in the cool, down at the allotment with Husby, digging sods of knee-high grass out of what will be a functional vegetable-growing-place, and knocking the earth off the roots, so we could throw the weedy bits away. We rescued a bunch of worms, and cleared a good strip of land. I also de-bindweeded the potatoes.
In ninth place; I wrote an Our Land post a while ago about a really harrowing moment I had with an old person in a care home where I briefly worked, when I was a teenager. I ended up by being very disappointed at the treatment so many elderly people receive. And then to lament my shortcomings as a granddaughter, because I hadn’t seen my Granddad for aaaages. Well, he got sick with a TIA thing a few days ago, and has been in hospital. And I’ve visited him twice now, and he’s so happy to see me each time, I feel all pleased that I can a) make time for him and b) that he’s so happy about it. I asked him if he wanted anything, and he said (with a cheeky twinkle in his eye) “I’d love a Guinness” So I bought some. I need to ask the doctor’s permission first, but I’ll try. Once I’m better, so I don’t give him this durn COLD!
Ten. BOOM! It’s been six months since I got my first smartphone. And much as I snorted and rolled my eyes and looked down my nose at people who raved about them, I find myself every bit as hooked into mine as the people I used to scorn. SRSLY! I take it all back. I was wrong! It’s WONDERFUL to be so connected. I’m especially loving WhatsApp, because it’s free and allows awesome voice-message conversations, through the internet, to special, wonderful people, and hearing from them makes my day. Case in point, Gunmetal Geisha, with whom I have built a solid friendship as we’ve sung one another songs in other languages, talked through our days, told heartstories and had the occasional, bizarre conversation about roadside boobs in California (they turned out to be nuclear power boobs…) I am THRILLED TO PIECES with my phone.