So, my Biggest Boy and I have tested positive for Covid. Thankfully, my Babe and Sweetest Bean are negative, but our household is in quarantine.
We don’t seem to be too badly affected – just cough/sore throat/fever – and hopefully it won’t last too long.
I don’t get out much. This means that I tend to feel a bit useless – all the things that other people are doing are often things I can’t do anymore. I suppose the up side of today was that I spent the day reading without feeling like I should be doing something, but without the ability to do it. Lethargy and fever tend to reduce the day to just the basics.
When I was younger, I travelled to various places, and had the energy to pursue pretty much whatever I wanted to. These days, my travelling is mostly in my head. I still want to find out about the world! That’s why I read so much 🙂
Here’s a mug I got last week, to remind me of the journeys still to travel.
Wondering About Wandering
Waking Up In Different Ways
This week seems to have flown by – is time actually speeding up or am I just getting older?
I’ve had a few bouts of feeling down, and have been finding it hard to get stuff done. It’s all a bit blah sometimes… feels hard to create something new or innovative. It’s good to remember that sometimes, rejuvenating, revamping or repurposing an already existing structure can be enough. We all put our own stamp on things. Sometimes, that creates something amazing!
I’ve been watching lots of music “reaction” videos (fun!), and have seen lots of variations on original songs.
Here are three versions of one song – all amazing renditions, all showing the personalities of the artists.
Here’s the original.
Perhaps a bit of country acapella?
Or just a romp through time.
With cellos.
Whichever one you choose (and you can even choose all of them!), I hope you wake up with a sense of purpose, and knowing how you can make your mark on your world.
❤
PlayLaughJoy
Went out for breakfast the other day – this was the sign on the wall as I sat drinking my coffee.
It’s a bit simplistic – sometimes there are a lot of other factors in healing, and the lack of health. The sentiment’s not wrong, though – laughter and the ability to play, to enjoy life, are important. It’s just that some days it can be hard to dredge up the energy…
I try to get out of the house on my own at least once a week. This evening I even went to a party – the first time in a while that I can remember being out at night! It was fun, but it does mean I might be a bit restricted tomorrow.
Coffee and cake are not essential to life.
I just find that they can make it a bit brighter for a while!
🙂
Reading For GISH
This weekend I participated in the GISH Book Bash – a GISH hunt with a literary bent.
It was a very short hunt (36 hours), so I didn’t get much done. What I did get done required minimal energy expenditure…
58 – Oh, no… Your library (local or personal) has been infested with bookworms! Show us the epic battle between you and these massive, book-munching behemoths.
23 – The last line from the poem on page 47 of my (Misha Collins’) book, Some Things I Still Can’t Tell You, written on a single blade of grass lying on a sidewalk.
69 – Kafka’s insect having tea with the Lord of the Flies, complete with a tiny insect crown.
32 – Cave paintings were the first “written” stories, but we just don’t see enough of them these days — so let’s bring it into the 21st century. Depict your favorite movie or TV show’s story in a prehistoric style worthy of the Lascaux Caves, painted on the walls of your “(hu)man cave” or den.
Guess which TV show! 😆
All in all, not some of my best work. But still fun.
And…BOOKS! Yay!
😀
Two Old Ladies In An Ice Cream Parlour…
Still not feeling on top of the world, but also not like I’ve been hit by a truck. Maybe a glancing blow… 😆
I went into town the other day – the first time in a while. Meant to get to my favourite cafe, but ran into my Mum before I got there. We went across to the new ice cream parlour/cafe in town for a catch up.
You never know who you’re going to meet in the “big” city! 😀
I hadn’t had my breakfast yet, so felt it was a bit early for ice cream, but I enjoyed my coffee!
These days I trundle around town with my old lady trolley. We both parked ours by the table while we talked.
It was a nice little interlude, in a nice little place.
A lovely retro vibe…
…and not just ice cream! (There’s burgers, too.)
I eventually got to the library, where I checked out some books, and the newest of the little plasticine figures one of the librarians makes.
There’s a cute little penguin family.
There’s also a (hopefully) friendly orca.
I think I overdid it a bit – it was so nice to be out and about. I’m taking it easy again… at least I have a good stack of books to keep me company!
Of Dried Roses And Dancing Waves
My birthday was weeks ago now. Seems like years, in some ways… I still have a lovely bouquet of roses that I was given. They dried beautifully – even kept a bit of their colour.
Today, I am still recovering from some surgical procedures from last week that didn’t quite go the way they were planned. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but I had to be woken up, and still need to go back at some point to get things done again.
I feel almost like the roses.
Dry. Past their best. A bit more fragile than they were.
Still functioning to create beauty, though.
After I was woken up, they tried to explain some of what had happened. As far as I understand, any future anaesthetic could be dangerous for me, and I need to warn medical staff if it’s needed at a later date. Also – I still have the original issues that prompted the whole thing…
I think that all this isn’t likely to affect my daily life, but sometimes I still feel the fear of possibilities. I pray to, and trust, God to hold my life, and to do what’s best. There’s still those moments, though, when I am alone in the darkest hours, and the bottom drops out of hope and light.
Just for a second.
In the last week or so, this has been the song I’ve been listening to –
There’s always room for dancing, however high the waves.
And remembering Who I have to fall back on…
Medals, Ukraine And Hidden Books
I am enjoying a bit of cool weather at the moment, while listening to a CD of lost songs of St Kilda (the island, not the suburb/team…). We’re apparently in line for storms later on, so I’ll enjoy having the windows open for as long as I can! The heat we’ve been having has knocked me around a bit – I’ve generally felt like a weary, expanding ball of inflammation. I have not been able to do too much, so I was pleased to receive some more medals from the virtual races I’ve been doing. These were for shorter routes, which I used for various exercise activity.
Here are the backs –
And the bits that come apart –
At the moment they’re doing a Ukraine challenge. This one has no medal, so that all proceeds can go to help NGOs that are already working there.
I’ve also just signed up to another GISH (mini)Hunt, with proceeds once again going to Ukraine. It’s also a “book bash” hunt, a scavenger hunt for readers and writers – yay! 😀
What about the hidden books, I hear you ask?
I’ve been doing a bit of tidying and rearranging, in fits and starts…
For some reason this place gets dusty pretty much as soon as you look at it. I’ve tacked up some curtains over my bookcases in the bedroom. Hopefully that will keep the dust off my books for a bit. They hide my books, but they’re pretty. 🙂
I’ve got some hospital procedures next week that I’m (not) looking forward to. There are various preparations involved, but one of those will be making sure I have a substantial stack of (non-dusty!) books within easy reach during recovery. I’ll have to get to the library soon, and there’s a whole lot of books I’ve acquired recently but not had the time to read.
What more could I want?
😀
A Starring Role?
…or at least a couple of seconds in one of the slightly bigger boxes (amongst all the others!) 😆
Here’s the latest Couch Choir clip – an original song by Astrid Jorgensen.
Enjoy!
😀
Waiting In The Sun
Sun’s out.
The torrential rain has finished for the time being, at least round our way. We’re still waiting to see what will happen later in the week.
Our house was fine – we had to dig some trenches and redirect water, but that was more a drainage problem than a flooding issue. There’s a sort of a lull at the moment. There are still roads flooded in town, making essential shopping a bit harder. Supplies in the shops were running low over the weekend, and restocking might be a problem. We’re fine. There are many who aren’t, so we’re waiting to see what’s needed once the waters recede enough to be able to do something. We’re not much good these days for heavy lifting, but we can do meals/groceries, and we still have a bed and sofa for anyone needing them. 🙂
Last week I sent in my part for the latest Couch Choir. Not sure when it will all be put together, but here’s a Pub Choir clip (pre-Covid!) that seems to be appropriate. It’s probably been appropriate for at least the last three years or so!
It might seem like cold comfort to someone surveying the wreckage of everything they own, and of course there are long term effects that will need to be addressed. But we can all still pitch in as a community.
One of the good things I’ve found over the last few years (at least for me) is a sense of connection to places and people I would never have met or seen otherwise. It feels almost like we could go anywhere and see anyone we wanted to pre-Covid, but had got into the habit of not connecting. Perhaps we didn’t feel the need for community quite so much, and so were careless about it building and maintaining it…
I hope that in our future we can remember to maintain the nourishing things, and continue to keep away from the unhelpful things.
Speaking of futures – here’s a possible one!
Who knows? 😆
People All Over The World
It’s pouring outside – good to see the rain, but it’s meant a bit of digging to prevent flooding.
Elsewhere, it seems like the world is on fire.
Apart from global events, there are also personal losses and worries seemingly everywhere you look…
I’ve been looking for cheerful songs that make me feel like dancing. Here’s one –
Seem a bit flippant?
I think it’s important to remember there’s still the possibility of love.
Of course, targeted action is important, too – we all have a voice, in some capacity.
We also need to remind ourselves to see the ordinary people. The ones that are dissenting, even at great cost. The ones that are just like us, only in a dangerous situation not of their own making.
In my lifetime I have seen people causing pain and horror, whether for nations, families, or individuals. I still believe that the majority of people tend towards kindness. It doesn’t matter what someone else believes; it certainly doesn’t matter what they look like. We’re all people. We can look into each other’s eyes and see family. And we can care for and encourage each other.
Even so, this day may just be too much for you.
Sleep.
Wake up to another day.
Those of us who are able to can hold things up (in prayer, practice, encouragement) when you just can’t in this moment.
❤
































