Slowly catching up to today. I am thinking if the days had been easier, less painful, then I wouldn’t have put off writing about them for so long. Here it is, the good, the bad and the ugly…
Day 59. I just cannot get enough of my girl’s artwork. I have drawers full of saved paintings, too precious to ever part with (that is until things start to look a little hoarder-ish – not sure what I will do then…). My kitchen wall is almost at the point of total collage overload.
My dear friend was brought home to the Kimba Hospital by air ambulance today. For palliative care.
Day 60. Cats huh? You love them or you hate them. I happen to love them, tho the husband falls firmly in the other category, hence we have only one recently acquired moggy, Kaz. Ostensibly she is Connie’s cat, tho the way she carts Kaz around in a semi-choke hold and has a tendency to lie flat-out on top of the poor thing, I don’t think Kaz returns Connie’s over zealous affections.
I love that you can just see Edie laughing her head off whilst being rolled by Connie. I so enjoy watching these two interact, they are just beginning to play imaginary games, spies, pirates and super heroes are the preferred characters at the moment. Not a sparkly fairy or princess in sight.
Day 62. Yep, it’s all about my kids at the moment. They are the wagons with which I have circled myself.
I do love a clearing sale. This one was beyond my wildest dreams. The Gentleman’s Armoire (the taller of the pieces) simply stole my heart and I was grinning like a fool when the hammer fell and I was the proud new owner. The second piece, a tall boy with mother of pearl inlay, I was convinced, would be beyond my financial reach. When I placed what would be my final bid, and the auctioneer began the ‘for the last and final time, going, going…’ I gestured to him ‘me?’ and he indicated, yes, I think I stopped breathing. I did it, it was mine. Oh the joy. I know it is only stuff, but what beautiful stuff. I have never purchased Forever -Heirloom furniture before, so forgive me my excitement.
Day 64. Edie, our firstborn, celebrated her 4th birthday today. I could bang on forever about how much I love her, how fantastic she is etc, but I won’t bore you. If you have kids of your own, you will know what I am saying, if you don’t have kids, I hope that someday you will, it is a joy like no other.
And it really floats my boat to make birthday cakes.
Day 65. Bud was my touchstone, she really knew, the most vulnerable, private me. She was one of my favourite people in the entire world. And now she is gone. She is survived by her partner Shaun, son Brock (5) and daughter Jada (3 months). I cannot begin to articulate my grief.