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Thoughtful Thursday………..

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This week has seen me laid up, bene in die lug, with Glandular Fever.

It’s been horrid on the one hand to be sick, but given me time to reflect on the other hand. Time to step back. Get off the treadmill a little. Eat instant packets of Lite Creamy Veg Soup. It’s all I could handle. (and jelly)

So I’m sitting in bed and I’m looking out of my window, which takes up a whole wall. There’s also a door that leads outside to a little verandah. The door is bliss in summer and sometimes we sleep with the trellidor locked and the door open just to let the air flow in. From my bed I can see right into the valley. Hills and mountains with Aloes and Thorn Trees. It’s a wet morning, overcast. The grass is damp. I can feel Spring lurking just around the corner. To my left are two Bottle Brush Trees. The birds adore Bottle Brushes. And I’m letting it all seep in. The Bougainvillea to my right, the stunning valley view and the twittering birds. I’m just writing, not worried about being witty, or clever, or grammatically correct.

There’s a woman in Church. She’s in her seventies. She suffers from Parkinson’s. Everyday she endures pain that neither you nor I would understand. She handles it with such aplomb. She never moans, she never gets irritable. and it’s her that I remember today. A woman of great courage and integrity. Always full of smiles and jokes and such a source of encouragement to me and my Molls. So B, I know you’re in constant pain, and I just think you’re an inspiration. Always taking it on with a smile like that. God sees you, B. God sees you.

It’s been almost a year since I started this blog and I thought that by now I would reflect a certain pattern of thought.

I mean…as a Mommy blogger, an inspirational blogger, a cooking blogger, whatever. But it hasn’t reflected one constant thing. But if I look at myself, I’m a bit like that. I’m constantly changing, ever-changing, growing. Today I’m Countess von Liebenhagen(not my surname, just a name I read somewhere once) tomorrow I’m Sexy K, next week I’m Mama k. I like to shift and change. although the essence of me is always constant. Maybe in my heart I rebel a little. 

So here’s to all the ordinary citizens around us, that serve as reminders of things we can be grateful for, who we can become, what we can achieve….

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The grand entrance….

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We went to my niece’s confirmation today. My kids are okay in church. Put them in front of Disney Junior or C-Beebies and NO-ONE moves or blinks for an hour or so. But church is another matter.

We had to leave home at 7-30am to reach the church by 9am. They live an hour and a half away. We listened to the Springboks vs Australia on Radio 2000 along the way. It was a pretty tense and close match.  So when we got there, the game ended, South Africa lost, the temperature was hitting about 31 degrees celsius. I was getting pretty flustered and hot. Molly also decided at that moment to pull an insecurity hissy fit. This entailed me pulling and half dragging her across the road whilst she clutched at me with both arms, facing me and breathing heavily. She does this when she feels insecure.

So there I was boiling hot, pissed off and disappointed that the Springboks had lost and dragging Moll’s into the church. She pulled so tightly at my shirt that three buttons had come undone and my VERY voluptuous, stretch marked stomach was unveiled for all the world to see. Plus my panties had inched themselves into a very uncomfortable wedgie that I couldn’t correct as my hands were pulling and dragging Moll’s up the aisle. So undignified, I tell you!

A real grand entrance.