Once in a blue moon, life not only decides to throw a bucket of rotten tomatoes at you but also
lobs a barrel of stinky vegetables,
slaps you round the face with not one but several wet fish,
pummels you, as if you’re going 5 rounds with Mike Tyson, who happens to have woken up that morning, on the wrong side of the bed.
In the last two weeks, I’ve only managed to blog twice. Even if I wanted to blog, which I did, I didn’t have the energy to do so and all the lovely blogs I enjoy reading have been left unvisited. I’ve not deserted you, my fellow bloggers.
When your kitchen, or should I say, non-existent kitchen has been a building site for nearly a month and you’ve been without a washing machine, you’ve cooked on 2 electric hobs and washed your crockery in the bath, you chuckle and remind yourself that it was a choice to rip out the old, for the new.
When your builders can’t read sodding plans properly… well… then you begin to get a little arsey as you think,
It’s your ‘bleep, bleep, bleep’ job to read measurements correctly!
When a venue you teach at gets flooded because of a burst water main, you have to shrug your shoulders and chalk it up to bad luck, cos, what else can you do, short of hauling sandbags around and trying to dry the floor with your hairdryer?
When you get a call from the District Nurse to say your Mum needs to go into hospital – THIS AFTERNOON – and can you drop everything and come over, which of course you do,
but you end up waiting 4 hours for a promised ambulance, before deciding it’s properly quicker to drive her there yourself,
and eventually after 8 hours in A&E, when you think your patience and sanity is going to snap – saved only by the great humour and smiles of the hospital tea ladies who plied us with tea and biscuits (thank you, thank you, thank you, ladies) –
is your Mum admitted to a ward at 2.15am in the morning…
you do begin to wonder if you’ve got enough oomph left inside you, to get up from having slipped on yet another banana skin, life has cunningly decided to lay in your path.
But of course you do, because human beings are resilient and in the face of illness and things in general going – excuse the expression – slightly ‘t*ts up’, you have to be resilient and strong, take a deep breath, roll up your sleeves and do what is necessary.
And along the way, you learn to savour and cherish
the small steps of improvements,
the kindness of strangers and hospital staff,
the understanding of clients whose sessions you’ve had to cancel,
the immense and I mean IMMENSE tower of strength that your Tall Brown Fox has been; who has gone and will continue to go above and beyond for you,
the bright burst of yellow of the daffodils you see one afternoon, that lifts your spirits.
And the ripples of blogging have also given me much needed boosts in the past two weeks, such as being featured in Links a la Mode.
Then, it was such a lovely surprise when Jennie of A Pocketful of Polka Dots featured me on her weekly Fabulous Friday link party as one of her favourite looks of the previous week.
And Rena acknowledged me in her Blooming Jewelry post. My Maxi Skirt Goes Biker post from January, where I styled my maxi skirt with a plum jumper, biker jacket and boots, inspired her to style her grey maxi skirt with a plum jumper as she had never previously thought to wear them together.
Thank you ladies. You can’t begin to know how chuffed that made me feel. And if you’re scratching your head at the word ‘chuffed’ – it’s a good thing to be! Like cock-a-hoop, or over the moon.
I’m not mentioning these 3 blogging boosts to blow my own trumpet – heavens no, and that really is meant genuinely. It’s merely to acknowledge that, at a time when things were feeling decidedly dark and dismal … a bit like this really ….
… I was hugely grateful for the boosts that came my way. In the grand scheme of things, these may seem small and possibly slightly frivolous and vain things to be boosted by. I mean, being mentioned in a fellow blogger’s post, is hardly winning the Nobel prize, is it?
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they did make me smile, when smiling felt very hard to do. They did make me feel good; just like the time when I was 15 and unexpectedly won a chocolate cake in a school raffle!
Never take those moments for granted; never underestimate them. Take them wherever you find them, be thankful for them and enjoy them; be it in the gloriousness of nature, in the kindness of people, in laughter, in an arm round a shoulder, in the stroking of a colleague’s dog, in the taste of a juicy steak cooked by someone else’s hand when you’re too tired to cook.
My blogging in the next few weeks will probably continue to be erratic as Mum remains in hospital and Dad needs looking after. But hopefully, I’ll be able to blog here and there, as it’s also important to hold on to the things in life that help us get through the ‘pummelling 5 rounds with Mike Tyson’ times.
And I know my Mum would want that.
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