I’ve been good this week. Tear ducts were dry and barren through the prep work for Bird’s send off.
Today was a challenge. So many moments flared my sensitive nose and treacherous eyes; hugs from friends, close family and loving workmates set me off like a timed sprinkler system. I almost questioned why I had come in to work to act like their personal tragedy walking around the library.
It was during our morning mass, as I sat there promising myself I wouldn’t tear up, that my friend/workmate leaned over and whispered, “If it gets too bad, I’ll hold your hand.” Such a simple thing to say, but it warmed me up and made me giggle. I could picture the children sitting at our feet looking at us as if we were completely mad. It made me want to laugh out loud. I realised that I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but in the fold of friends who find the time to make you laugh when tears are the easiest things to reach.
Later, I sat in the library smiling at the passing teachers and the innocent faces of the children going to class. My mind drifted to a message a friend had sent. She pointed out this moment in life was like Dorothy riding through the storm that whipped her away from all she loved into the midst of a tornado with no direction to get home. Emotions might be in turmoil, but you meet amazing people along the way. People who might normally feel like strangers that are willing to go out of their way to make you feel better. People who message to find out if you’re okay, or send food, spend time with you, send cards and teddy bears and flowers. People who don’t really have to but they do.
Yes, the wicked witch of sadness might be circling with her crying monkeys of terror, but there is always someone there to chase her away.
I checked my shoes to see if they had turned red and I clicked them together three times just for the fun of it.
There’s no place like home!
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I wrote a short story about about a daughter following her mother’s final days on earth and how quickly the time elapsed. From one month, it turned to far less. How ironic is it that after writing this book nearly twenty years ago, I am living the nightmare? Continue reading
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I usually have my coffee date with you on a Monday, but I missed you so much I thought it would be okay to meet a day earlier. My hot chocolate is pretty weak today and something stronger is required. It’s Easter and I haven’t even wished you yet,so Happy Easter!! How was your weekend so far? Did you get a break? Continue reading
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I hope you have had a good half week and you’re ready to celebrate Wensfriesday with me. Continue reading
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Wow it’s been a fantastic but challenging day.
Happy Wensfriesday by the way. Today needed a glass of wine to wind it down and a lovely meal lovingly made by the Hubble. I had the opportunity to cover for a Teaching Assistant. I don’t think parents appreciate how hard teaching assistants work!
My choice of treat, apart from the glass of wine, is a lovely strawberry and cream tart. Whilst I sip my Chardonnay, nibble at tart and consider whether I could do this role everyday for the rest of my working life, I feel the pull of missing my writing time and have a backlog of books I’m dying to read. I wish I could see into the future so that I know whether or not my career as a writer will actually take off. Yes, yes, I know this is a question every writer asks him or herself. I don’t want to give up the dream and I feel that if I push forward this year, I may make some leeway towards the dream.
Am I kidding myself? Is the Chardonnay taking away clarity. Am I just not happy with this new role?
I guess it’s too heavy for a Wensfriesday. I will leave it to the bottom of the tart tray to decide!
It’s a short blog today because I’m exhausted and I’m missing my library time this week which upsets me. Not a happy Wensfriesday, but an interesting one.
Have a lovely evening and sending you all happy vibes. Xxx
I’m sorry folks. I missed Wensfriesday as I’m barking at the moment with a horrible cold.
No choccies or sweeties for me until the barking stops and the awful runny nose puts a plug in it! Yes, it’s winter and everyone catches at least one serious cold. It wouldn’t be winter and close to Christmas without it – but it’s come at the wrong time. Tomorrow is the last day of school and I have so much work to do in the library to make sure it’s up and ready for next term. Coughing over the children is frowned upon so how am I going to run the library/chess club?
I’m not giving up and I will persevere. I hate leaving a job unfinished and it would haunt me over the Christmas period knowing I had not completed something for the year.
So, as I drag my sick carcass out of bed, I bid you a happy WensThursday just for a change. Celebrate for me please and have a chocolate on my behalf (any excuse!😉) so that I can enjoy the knowledge that you are enjoying the day. That will bring a smile to my face.
Okay, time to rise. Have an awesome day and keep well. xx