There are LOTS of things I’m thankful for, and which I’d love to share with you and celebrate together, but for some reason (maybe because I still have the tail-end of this cold (which has royally mucked up my week, and YES I’m fishing for sympathy, dammit!)) I can’t think of ANY kind of way to begin.
Okay…back to basics for my brain. I’m gonna take it a day at a time.
Husby and I spent the day in Cardiff. It was rainy and cold and awesome. We laughed and chatted our way through the entire day. We might even have made up silly songs. There were castles and hot drinks and sweet treats and a meal out. There was dressing up and photographs and new hats and a controversial new coat, and wandering around old haunts. There were surprises (like the homeless guy who gave me a Krispy Kreme because someone had presented him with a trayful and he was sharing with whoever walked past), there were heartbreak moments (like when I grudgingly acknowledged that I couldn’t single-handedly help ALL the homeless people we saw), there were *heartsqueeze* moments (like when I whispered “This was where we had our first kiss” and he grinned and whispered back “I know…I was thinking that.”), there were frustrated moments (like when I stepped in a puddle and got my shoe all soaking). We were home late and tired and happy. Cardiff was AWESOME.
And there was an INCREDIBLE bookshop:
I can barely remember it…I know I went to visit my Grandad (yay me! I DID IT!) and we had a short but lovely chat, and I also caught up with my Aunty, who was there. It was good. I heard all about how my cousins are doing at their various endeavours, and I shared…probably a little of what I’ve been up to. I told him about the Jessica book, and he smiled quite hard about that. I feel like there was more to Saturday, but honestly, I’ve no idea what.
I caught up with a friend at church who I’ve been guiltily avoiding because I was *meant* to go and see her and I totally bailed. In fact, I just remembered I forgot to go and see her this very evening. So I will have to avoid her again and also I SUCK, but it’s fixable. I need to do lots of apologising. *sigh* Perhaps for her I am a lesson in patience.
Then in the afternoon I went with my mum to see my Nana (her mum) and…whilst I was all for scoring Better Granddaughter points, it was pretty harrowing and left me shaken in my middlest middle. I never noticed before how smartly she always used to dress, but she really did used to take care of her appearance. So to see her quite vacant, and raggle-taggle, rocking at a table, holding a water-and-oil toy in her hand, and just…banging the table-top…because she’d been in pain and the doctors had only figured it out this week (because she can’t communicate, because Alzheimer’s)…and that she’d been in such pain that she needed her medication early on this day…and that the pain was causing her to rock and bang and be vacant. That terrified me. And I would gladly have turned tail and run, but for the fact that when I leaned over her and kissed her cheek and told her I was there, her face lit up with a HUGE smile, and she said “Ohhh!” with such a pleased-sounding tone of voice. So I stayed and helped her to eat her tea. And I fed her when she couldn’t manage. And she was vacant and she rocked and occasionally noticed things and was happyish. And gradually the banging and rocking settled down a bit.
But I still couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
Then I started to get a cold.
Thankful that my teammates were so cool with me ringing in sick. AND that my supervisors were understanding about me doing it wrong. AND that I slept and slept and slept. And then later I wrote about my Christmas List, because a lot of people have been, and mine’s a bit different and maybe important and I kind of wanted to share it.
Thankful for beginning to feel better, and for more laughs with friends in the evening. Also HUGELY, most beautifully thankful to my dear friend Apfel (artist TJ Lubrano) who informed me that I had won a prize in her ‘Inktober’ giveaway, so there are going to be three stunningly beautiful prints from her incredible (or should that be INKredible?) portfolio heading my way VERY soon, and my day was made SO much better by not only the good news, but also the emailing back and forth and the friendship.
On Wednesday I had to take the work van to the garage after the day’s work. Fortunately my colleague also had to bring her van, so I wasn’t all by my lonesome. UNfortunately, the garage people informed us it would take over an hour before they were done. Fortunately we were within walking distance of the shops. UNfortunately it rained a LOT upon our heads. Fortunately we took shelter in a shop and chatted and enjoyed each others company. UNfortunately the homeless guy (who I think is often around my suburb) didn’t have a shop to go in. Fortunately by the time I’d bought him a coffee and a cake (cos he looked cold and it was peeing rain and my heart started tugging at my conscience) he’d found a friend, and the friend (and he) were both lovely blokes who were very pleased that my colleague and I had stopped and noticed him. UNfortunately, he wasn’t the only homeless guy out in the rain, and again, I did nothing for the others because I was searching for shelter. Fortunately it led to my colleague and I having a lovely long and involved chat about homelessness and helping other people and families and babies and infertility and all the things in between, whilst we had a cup of tea and enjoyed the ambiance of late-night Starbucks. UNfortunately it was still raining when we left. Fortunately we got the vans back with no bother. UNfortunately it took FOR EVER to get back to the hospital through rush hour traffic and I missed pilates. Fortunately I’ll get the time back at some point.
I over-slept and TOTALLY missed my alarm and woke up at the time that I should have been IN work on a NORMAL day. This wasn’t a normal day. This was a million-miles-away-clinic day. One I was meant to be going early-early to. Fortunately my supervisor was REALLY understanding when I rang in and grovelled my apologies and then rushed as QUICKASPOSSIBLE to get there and get going, and discovered that the team had already sorted out my clinic list and bag ready to go. Then somehow I fell through a magical wormhole and the journey was perfect, and I was only 15 minutes late. SOME HOW! But it was a mad, manic day and meant that I flubbed being able to promote the NEXT #KickCancersAss piece, which went to Pattie, and turned out to be a wonderfully goosebumpy horror story, courtesy of a dose of muse from Sandy.
In which I am thankful for walks to and from netball with my friend, and good chats. I am thankful for hats and coats and being warm. I am thankful that the predicted rainstorms came to naught. I am thankful the work-week is OVER. I am thankful that Husby just made me a cup of tea, even though he’s now caught my cold.
And interwoven through the entire week, like sequins sewn into a tapestry, are the bright, diamond moments where my soul has connected with the people I love, whatever the method of connection, and light and happiness from knowing those people and caring about them and knowing they care back…that’s the good stuff of life, right there. And I have it in glorious, burgeoning abundance and it is WONDERFUL.
So yeah. I’m HUGELY thankful. At least Ten Things-worth of it.
YOUR TURN 😀 (and don’t forget the sympathy *coughs pathetically and makes whimpery ‘weak and feeble’ eyes*