These little wooden beauties were made for me by my daughter as a birthday gift. I love the knots and the grain on them, and the fact that each one is different. She made them from short off cuts on a lathe and using a chisel. We’re a crafty sort of family and can turn our hands to making most things; we’ve not had handmade wooden eggcups before however. They’ve been accidentally dropped, they’ve been left in the washing up bowl for hours, they’ve been blathered up with egg as you would expect. They still look great. The fact that they also make an interesting photo is a bonus.
Pick these pins and needles up will you? She’s spilled the damned things all over the carpet.
He attempted to lift a bare foot to show me the damage. It jerked a little but failed to leave the floor. He was slumped low in the chair, his body a dead weight, and his endless legs splayed out awkwardly across the kitchen rug.
Here, give me a hand up. His right hand gripped the chair arm, his muscles visibly straining through his shirt sleeve. So focused was he on resuming the upright, that he didn’t even hear death knocking at the door.
Pins! The word was spat across the room from the opposite chair. She was worrying the collar of her pyjamas, repeatedly twisting and untwisting the tartan flannelette. And all the time her body rocked back and forth, her dead fish eyes seeing and not seeing. Tears and strings of snot coursed down her face.
There’s nothing wrong with him, she spluttered incoherently. He’s perfectly alright.
Trotted up to the top of the Lincolnshire Wolds today only to find that the ladies in waiting were not overly obliging when faced with my camera. Understandably, the ewes may be feeling a tad fed up as it’s almost lambing time for them. The young rams, however, were not camera shy at all …
My final post of this 3 Day Quote Challenge focuses on a subject that remains close to my heart. There have been a number of times in my life when I could quite easily have just given up or walked away, because the circumstances have been extreme. And when I examine those times with hindsight now, I can see that one of the things that provided me with the fortitude and staying power I needed to see things through was a sense of humour.
That’s not to say I crack jokes willy nilly, I do not; I’m completely useless at remembering punchlines. I can, however, find a funny side to almost every situation, which somehow then provides me with an opportunity to step back and find a common sense solution. So Day 3 is on the theme of humour.
I’d like to nominate the following to participate in this 3 Day Quote Challenge if they would enjoy doing so:
“That’s my line!” I say, giving her a hug. “How are you?”
“I’m OK I think!” She scrabbles through her bag. “I’ve come out without my purse though. Could I borrow some money for a drink?”
We chuckle and I hand her a fiver to go to the bar.
Once seated with our drinks I can see that she has put on some makeup, and she’s wearing some new earrings that another one of our friends gave her a few days ago. I’m thinking that she’s done well to manage to join us at all.
This dear friend lost her father just over a week ago, and because of complications with paperwork and regulations the funeral still hasn’t taken place. It will be a further week and a half before that happens.
Meantime her life is temporarily in a horrible limbo. She’s doing all the stuff that has to be done when a family member dies, like organising a funeral and a bit of a knees-up for afterwards, whilst also taking care of her elderly mother and her own family.
Last night the five of us talked about all sorts of things over a meal and a few drinks. There were tearful moments, and smiley reflective moments too. There were moments of rip-roaring gawstering, as the usual wicked sense of humour took over. It’s impossible to be permanently sad when surrounded by these crackpot friends. An announcement by one that she thought she’d like to change her name met with some amusement, especially when we tried to think up suitable alternatives. I hope we offered a small window of relief for our grieving friend; we will be keeping an eye on her.
Day 2 of this quote challenge, therefore, has to be about friendship –
I’d like to nominate the following folks to participate in this 3 Day Quote Challenge if they would enjoy doing so, and the rules are as follows –
Post on 3 consecutive days Post one to three quotes per day Challenge three different bloggers each day