I always like to be able to contribute to Firebonnets Random Moments of Delight, otherwise I simply believe I must have had a really miserable week if I cannot find one simple moment of delight to reminisce about.
So it is Random Moment of Delight #11 and Firebonnets entry is about her bedlinen and what a tidy bedroom she has, I feel really quite remiss now.
So what about my Random Moment of Delight?
I have to be honest, I nearly did not put an entry in this week and I would have simply hated that. But this morning I really struggled to look back upon the week and find anything that remotely resembled something of delight. As most of you who read my blog will see that ‘at the moment’ there is a bit of a doggy theme going on, that is because ‘lots of doggy things’ have been going on and I believe very much one should ‘try’ to see some humour even when it seems that might be impossible.
So the children and husband were away this weekend, that in itself should have been a Random Moment of Delight, but it was one night and for me I was thinking “yeh, a lie in, will be great”. Because my husband is an insomniac and starts rummaging around the house at about 4am, and though he tries to be quiet it is like a small elephant trying to be quiet. Then the kids make no differentiation that it is a weekend and follow suit at about 6am, it really is quite hideous.
So I thought all I have to do is let the dogs out, throw some food in their bowls then I can retire back to bed with a cuppa and fall back to sleep!
Oh yah did that really happen?
For goodness sake this is me!!! Of course it didn’t happen. I am totally naive that such luxuries would happen to someone like me. What did happen was, I went down and (don’t read further if you are squeamish), the dog room, which incidentally was meant initially to be a nice room for me to relax in with a glass of wine, as nice and sunny, now I hasten to add taken over by the dogs. The dog room was covered in poo and sick, oh yes, here we go again. I immediately looked at a distance to Teddys ass and all was in tact, thank god. I threw him outside, thinking he was the culprit and that he could continue his neucleic attack in the garden. Oh no, it was my geriatric pug this time. OMG complete panic, has he caught this Coliatic or whatever they call it bug from Teddy, will he give it back, all this running through my mind on my relaxing Sunday morning.
So, I am in my nighty, nice ‘new’ pink slippers with cloth and disinfectant in hand, oh no it won’t come off the floor, this ‘stuff’ seems to have glue in it or some gluish features that make it stick to the floor, here we have risk of fingers going in it. I was not at this point awake enough to think of using gloves. Next it is mop in hand and bowl full of bleach and organic floor cleaner. Mop, Mop, Mop, scrub away, back starting to complain. It is a crappy mop that does not squeeze excess water in any way, now the dog room looks like it has been flooded (household duties in some ways not my forte).
Meanwhile the pug is watching me, thinking what the hell is going on. I phone vets in panic, told just starve him and “see how he goes???”
So floor cleaned, next on to their bedlinen, a morning of washing. By this time I really was too hyped to go back to bed and feeling rather disgusting.
So is there a moment of delight?
Well I decided later on upon the advice of a friend to go for a walk. Oh yes, what a good idea. I am totally selfish and go on my own, I really have had enough excitements from the dogs in one week, I will go out on my own and negate the risk of anything else catastrophic happening.
How relaxing is this?
I decide to take photos of my neighbours front garden, realizing how well they tend theirs, how pretty and how I really need to start working on mine. You will see some of the delights seen below in the gallery, if you scroll over each picture there are little notes.
Then I decide to go to the cafe in the Common. They h ave a really nice chocolate brownie. I walk in, there is one left, there is a queue. There are children. I start to think what if one wants the chocolate brownie. What if I am next and I hear one of the children queiuing behind that they want it. Would I give it up for them? If not how guilty would I feel? Would there be some kind of fateful revenge for having a brownie that a child wanted? OMG such stress. You see this is what my mind goes through. Thank goodness no child wanted it, it was huge, a corner piece, I was quite simply delighted and scoffed it as I walked across the grass.
I then started to look for a bench, at this time was starting to feel quite sick from eating such a huge brownie, but the sun was shining and I thought yes, it is rest time, how indulgent right? Will people think I am odd lying here? Do I really care? Nah, I really don’t life is too short, really it is. With my back I have learnt to lie down in all kinds of odd places. But I wasn’t lying down for my back hooorah, this really is a MOMENT OF DELIGHT!!! I was lying down simply because I wanted to, there was no pain, but there was sunshine peeking through the trees.
On the way I did spot a kite stuck up a tree, a photo moment, hehe!
I wonder what poor child it belonged to, I imagined tears and all sorts, but still a photographic moment invoking thoughts of the story behind it!