This month has gone by so quickly, and I find myself yearning for all the photos I forgot to take, memories I forgot to record and etch upon my blog. I frequently am enjoying myself so much that I forget to click away. The past few years I have not been so diligent in writing my recounts. Happenings have tossed themselves into the ethosphere as I look on with regret, trying to grasp them, burn them onto my heart so I may write them down on another day.
Alas, age, devastating family illness, busy-ness that seems never-to-end snatch that looked-forward-to time, and I watch in dismay as memories which seemed so sharp and unforgettable in their moment slip away.
And I recommit to myself that I. will. do. better.
We’ve dealt with cancer twice now in our family. The first with me and now with my mum. It is no less devastating the second time around. Yet, there exists an almost absurd and totally illogical hope which dances alongside fear, a restoration of the awareness that all each of us have is today…and not to waste one cherished moment of nowness.
The depths of my heart deny the possibility of February blues this year. Their dulcet tones are suffocating any dreariness which dares to exist, igniting instead potentiality… 28 days… 672 hours… 40320 minutes
How blessed we are to live, to love, to laugh. This treasured life, so fragile, how blessed we are to simply be.
Mum went into hospital for a major operation and was a super patient! She was told she’d have to stay there for at least five days but was discharged just two days after the op! I was in charge of her gorgeous kitty, Freddie. He is a rescue cat who I fell completely in love with at first sight! It wasn’t mutual, as he hissed every conversation we had. I continued to chat to him and stroke him and lavish all sorts of love on him each time mum went away on holiday (I look after him when she is away). He slowly let down his guard and now looks at me with little love hearts in his eyes. He reminds me of Bag Puss, which probably ages me horrendously…
How cute is he?
Mum turned 81 exactly seven days after her operation. Literally, she is a marvel! We had her round for waffles and fruit salad. I’m not sure why, but she, I and Becca had terrible headaches all day. We all pretended we didn’t though and much fun was had all round.
On the 3rd of January we moved Ads and Charlotte into their new home. It is an amazing first home! It’s above an old shop in a lovely nearby olde worlde small town. Charlotte works in the book shop a stone’s throw away. I’m not sure what you would call her new home. It’s not a flat as it’s over three floors…a townhouse maybe? Much bigger than our cottage, it has two bedrooms, two bathroom/toilet with a separate shower, a kitchen and a huge, huge double aspect living/dining room with space for a study as well, with lovely bay windows.
I have absolutely no photos at all. We are all, however, planning to have girls’ club once a month at Charlotte’s as the town is the usual place we hang out for girls’ club. Also Charlotte and Ads will be hosting every other Monday family night, so I shall endeavour to get photos for next month’s Precious Moments.
Although there were many many tears from Lillie when Charlotte moved out, she is totally living her best life right now and both girls have coped remarkably well without their twin counterpart.
Anyway, that’s it from me for now. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend filled with the people you love. 🧡
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