First and foremost, I am thankful to have the INTERNET BACK so I can write this!
Not that I was completely cut off, last weekend – I did have my phone, but the idea of trying to create the linkie HTML and write a blog post from my phone (and I know some of you have done in the past, and quite honestly you have my utter respect) is too overwhelming to entertain, so I bowed out, for the first time EVER since the hop began. We also had Husby’s parents with us, so I barely made it round to anyone who WAS part of the ‘hidden’ 79th edition of the TToT, so perhaps not having the internet was a bit of a blessing in disguise.
Alas, I am sniffly and have a cold, so my brain is fuddled and my words are not nearly as delectable as those I managed yesterday (…I say ‘yesterday’ like it wasn’t the wee hours of the morning, but it was awesome to write) but I am HERE, and I am MUCHO THANKFUL for many, many things. Bear with me as I combine two weeks-worth of tens into one ginormo-lovely post.
Glitterbombs – Poor Husby has been quite envious! I’ve told him that he is WELCOME to go him forth and make friends online, and eventually start little, wonderful traditions of sending glitterbombs back and forth, but he seems to want the mail without putting in any of the effort (to which attitude I roll my eyes and thumb my nose) – I have been DELUGED with glitter from across the Atlantic, and it has delighted my heart NO END! Frist was Kitty, who sent me some gratitudinal-related gifts and (I kid you not) AN ENTIRE TUB of glitter dumped into the parcel.Then there was Erin, who sent me Beachy goodness, some shells, and some hilarious post-it notes. Then there was my dear Sunset, who sent me a mug with the Jessica book cover on it (which she created) and some Ghirardelli chocolates (which I’ve heard raved about, and now know the raves to be right, AND I know how to pronounce the name). THEN there was my Darling American – Sandy – who sent me two beautiful shirts from the Sevenly company (cos when you buy from them, you’re buying the world better). And there were gorgeous cards from Helena and Kristi. I am BLOWN AWAY by the generosity of the friends I have made in this here Blogosphere.
Family – I popped in and saw my Grandad and one of my aunties. I spent Christmas Eve afternoon with Niece and Neff and Sis and Husby and Mum and WonderAunty. I rang my Dad on Christmas day. I am WINNING at family. My favourite was snuggling with Niece, who was a bit poorly. She was grouchy but floppy with a temperature, and quite happy to be wrapped around with hugs.
Friends – Did I mention the glitterbombs? I’ve also thoroughly enjoyed messaging back and forth with various online AND IRL friends, and in spite of everyone doing their own thing over Christmas, have kept in touch, am IN loops,and very happy to be there. I also managed a very short (TOO SHORT, damnit) time with my Soulie, whilst feeling horribly poorly from the damn cold.
Juxtaposition – I am miserable with this cold. It keeps coming and going and it’s making me feel wretched. But I’m not confined to a couch. I haven’t got a cast on my foot. I’m able to engage with things for long enough to not be bored out of my brain. If you have a kind heart and a moment to spare, send something fun to Kitty, because she’s IN that unenviable position,post-surgery, and could do with some cheering up or distraction.
Catharsis – I WROTE. And BOY was it good to write. And to FEEL like writing. And then I wrote my next chapter of Anitra, for lovely Mandi, as part of #KickCancersAss,and then I wrote the whatever-it-is from yesterday. And somewhere along the way was a poem. WORDS ARE BACK! LOVING IT.
Compassion – At the midnight service at church,on Christmas Eve, a young man came in and plonked himself down at the end of our row of chairs, before passing out, dead drunk. Halfway through the service, he slumped down behind my Mum as she stood,singing, and drew up his legs and snuggled in to sleep more soundly. We all exchanged incredulous looks and moved quietly along so he could continue to sleep – he CLEARLY needed it. At the end of the service, though, we couldn’t wake him up, and a nurse was located amongst the congregation, and then an ambulance was called.
At some point while I waited outside to flag down the ambulance, a tiny, black car screeched up to the parking bay in front of the church, all the doors flew open, and a group of people disgorged and ran in. It was the lad’s family, who had been frantic with worry, not sure where he was, and who had rung his mobile, and been (finally) answered by the churchwarden, who told them where they could find him. The ambulance guys checked him over and said he was okay to go home. It may have been a bit of unexpected drama, but thank GOODNESS he somehow, for whatever reason, chose to drag himself into church to pass out. Had he been outside, he might have ended up with hypothermia, and his family would have spent a terrifying Christmas Eve, not knowing his whereabouts. As it was, he was warm, safe and looked after.
I heard another example, too, of compassion for others – Kitty’s neighbour was going to be alone at Christmas, so they had her round to join them for dinner. In spite of the cast and the hassle and the stress. Because it was a good thing to do. Because we’re all in this life together, and sometimes each other is the most part of what we have.
Food – It was Christmas. I cooked. We ate. We ate DAMN WELL. Wow! I’m kind of looking forward to things returning to normal! But YUM! My biggest ‘wins’ have been mince pies, Lebkuchen, Cranberry, mixed-seed and honey bread, and a ‘Murder By Chocolate’ dessert.
Naps – OHMIGOSH YES! SO, so, sososooooo thankful for these. And plenty of them!
Worldly goods – More to come on this, soon, but SO much this. Because when it was raining and cold and dark and miserable, on Boxing Day, and we’d finished serving afternoon tea to the homeless and lonely of the city, and had packed up, we got into my car and drove back to our flat, together, where we sat on our computers and drank hot cups of tea and ate food from packed cupboards. We did NOT nap on the floor of the hall where the Community Cafe was held, before shouldering our worldly goods, snugging our coats around us and head out into the rain, alone, to hope to find someplace dry to stay for the night.
1627 (3.1 – which states in a footnote that if your #9 counts as all ten, really, then you get a free pass for a nominal, numeric Tenth,as long as the number is a prime in excess of 1000)
LATE ENTRY – I was sat, on Saturday morning, on my sofa, feeling like death warmed up, and grouching because of having been told in no uncertain terms that BOXING WITH A COLD IS NOT OKAY (*sadface*) and was feeling all wintery and cold in my heart because I want summer back and I want not to be ill and snuffly and snotty, when not one, but TWO wonderful letters came through my door with the post – a perfectly-timed glitterbomb (with THEE stickiest glitter EVER) from Kristi, and a lovely Christmas card and letter from Christine (who, by the way, has gorrrrrrrrgeous handwriting – SRSLY!) and now my heart feels a bit lighter and happier in spite of the snuffly head 🙂 ❤