A Cascade of Emotions
Friday, 7. November 2008, 11:23:52
I'm back, & what a day it's been! This has been one of the most emotional days of my life. I'll try & describe them all. I'm going to include after midnight last night, since that's when it started.
I got a very special email, from a dear friend who hadn't been in touch for many years. I'd written our story out (NSFW) & she had said some lovely heartwarming things in reply, & added shots of her recent wedding. What odd, pleasant feelings mixed together: joy for her, nostalgia, happy, sharp memories, a sense of time passing over us...
At work it rained. All day. In a drought this brings up a well of cheerfulness. The Australian bush has a unique eucalyptus-y smell, and the land semed to say, ahhh that feels good...
The rain wrecked our internet connection. I attemted four projects unsuccessfully. And the backup system failed us. Bloody frustrating.
I was still enjoying the email (thankfully exempt from strife), when I discovered a swag of replies to some blog postings. That makes you feel great, let me tell you. Give a blogger a 20 second comment, & they're your friend. Try it! Also, they were good worthwhile posts, if I say so myself.
Friday afternoon. Say no more.
Home. Risotto, half-prepared in my head. Chicken, celery, lots of garlic, no ginger this time. The children are excited about tomorrow's dance show. Ar has a solo!
A quick peek at the computer. The work system hates Opera for some reason, so I'll just check for messages/comments. And Quirky68 has written something.
I'd been encouraging her to have a go at writing, and boy can she write! A mother's loss A heart-wrenching story, of such raw sorrow and vivid description; I wept openly. Do not read this lightly. Not in a public place, like a library. Preferably with someone very dear close by. I mean that. Quirky, you are such a brave person; thanks for sharing that.
I made the risotto in a state of shock. The rain still fell on the steel roof. The family tumbled in & wolfed down dinner. We admired Py's ingenious birthday card he'd made. Ap had a basketball game, & was told not to give himself any injuries before the dance. I enjoyed the laughs, & the compliments (I'd slightly burnt the rice, which gave it a delicious nutty taste). I looked around at my dear family, and held back the tears.
I got a very special email, from a dear friend who hadn't been in touch for many years. I'd written our story out (NSFW) & she had said some lovely heartwarming things in reply, & added shots of her recent wedding. What odd, pleasant feelings mixed together: joy for her, nostalgia, happy, sharp memories, a sense of time passing over us...
At work it rained. All day. In a drought this brings up a well of cheerfulness. The Australian bush has a unique eucalyptus-y smell, and the land semed to say, ahhh that feels good...
The rain wrecked our internet connection. I attemted four projects unsuccessfully. And the backup system failed us. Bloody frustrating.
I was still enjoying the email (thankfully exempt from strife), when I discovered a swag of replies to some blog postings. That makes you feel great, let me tell you. Give a blogger a 20 second comment, & they're your friend. Try it! Also, they were good worthwhile posts, if I say so myself.
Friday afternoon. Say no more.
Home. Risotto, half-prepared in my head. Chicken, celery, lots of garlic, no ginger this time. The children are excited about tomorrow's dance show. Ar has a solo!
A quick peek at the computer. The work system hates Opera for some reason, so I'll just check for messages/comments. And Quirky68 has written something.
I'd been encouraging her to have a go at writing, and boy can she write! A mother's loss A heart-wrenching story, of such raw sorrow and vivid description; I wept openly. Do not read this lightly. Not in a public place, like a library. Preferably with someone very dear close by. I mean that. Quirky, you are such a brave person; thanks for sharing that.
I made the risotto in a state of shock. The rain still fell on the steel roof. The family tumbled in & wolfed down dinner. We admired Py's ingenious birthday card he'd made. Ap had a basketball game, & was told not to give himself any injuries before the dance. I enjoyed the laughs, & the compliments (I'd slightly burnt the rice, which gave it a delicious nutty taste). I looked around at my dear family, and held back the tears.
WIDGETIZE