Betcha wanna know what this photo is about, don’tcha? Well, I’m not telling, yet. You’ll simply have to check back later to find out.
Sometimes, life throws curveballs. I’m sure you’ve all had the experience of pottering along, fairly content with how your days are progressing, when – whump – suddenly you’re on the ground, staring at the dirt, wondering why someone decided to aim a bowling bowl at your solar plexus. And you know that your coccyx* is going to hurt for at least a week after the fall.
I’ve been happier this past year than I can remember having been since I hit puberty in year 9 (I was a late bloomer. Don’t poke fun). However, I still have my fair share of days when I wake up and everything feels eurghy for no reason, and all I want to do is curl up in a corner and listen to Broadway musicals.
Then there are the days when people leave or I have to get x-rays on my toe (15 months of wrongness, woot!), and I know the exact reason for the sadness. Knowing, however, doesn’t make it stop existing.
What does put the kibosh on sadness are random acts of kindness from people who know me inside-out. While I don’t know if I truly deserve such kindnesses, I do know that I’d like to take a moment to thank the people involved. So here goes!
Lauren and L.MiteMaster
You might remember L.MiteMaster from the Mr Bottom post or the story of the speeding ticket, and Lauren from this post about Washington, D.C.’s Crepes at the Markets. At first, it might sound odd to make an amazing male friend whilst on student exchange and then, when visiting him a year later, end up staying at his new girlfriend’s house whom you’ve never met.
Luckily for me, this girlfriend turned out to be the lovely Lauren, who has become a dear friend of mine. It doesn’t hurt that we have about a squillion things in common, including but not limited to poor circulation, chocolate-lovin’, and nice brothers.
The other day, I received a package in the mail from Lauren and L.MiteMaster, stuffed to the gills with American chocolate and topped with a gorgeous handwritten card. I shan’t show you the chocolate now, as I’ll be blogging each and every one. Suffice to say I’ve never received a package of chocolate that so clearly shows knowledge of my tastes. With a blend of old favourites, new discoveries, and the super special chocolate treat above, this package is sure to keep the grey clouds of mopeyness away for weeks to come.
I’ve talked a fair bit on this blog about my maternal grandmother, but my paternal grandmother is equally beloved. She’s the one who taught me to snack on a grated Granny Smith apple mixed with at least two tablespoons of caster sugar. She’s the one who would sprinkle half a centimetre’s worth of brown sugar on my morning Hi-Bran, and who’d fortify us through epic games of Canasta with iced cupcakes. (I spy with my little eye, a genetic predisposition to sweetness…)
The other week, I received a call from Grandma Mickey asking if I’d like to pop round to pick up a gift she’d bought for me at Bungendore. I’ve recently begun collecting antique teacups, and she’d found me a beautiful, delicate sugar bowl to add to my collection.
I was, and am, so touched. I only wish it were a magic sugar bowl, so that I could wish for Grandma Mickey not to have fallen over last night and be in hospital with a fractured rib and punctured lung. If anyone can spare a thought for her whilst reading this, we’d all greatly appreciate it.
I actually have one more gift I was going to post about but, as this has turned out to be longer than I intended, I might close off now with the above picture of SPOT THE KOALA!# Maybe, if you haven’t found this particular post of mine to be too terribly self-indulgent, I might mention the other gift later…
Question Time: Have you received something recently that brightened an otherwise-metaphorically-cloudy day?
* I firmly believe that the word coccyx isn’t used frequently enough in this world.
# There’ll be a post in coming days/weeks about this. Never you fear.