It’s cool and clear and sunny this morning. It’s completely quiet in my neighbourhood, which is a rare treat with house construction going on around the corner. Despite waking up tired, it’s put me in a contemplative and somewhat optimistic frame of mind, which I am the first to admit, is a rather unusual way to start a Monday.
- My husband spent the day yesterday tidying up around the house, doing laundry, and cleaning. It was so kind of him. He said I am so busy writing these days that he wanted to help out, and he said sometimes he feels like he doesn’t help out enough around the house. So he put things away and threw stuff out and vacuumed and did laundry, all unasked. It’s such a treat to look around and see so much tidied up. It makes my job easier during the day, certainly. But it’s also so lovely to have him take the time out of his weekend to do this for me, just because he wanted to. He really is a wonderful fellow. I’m very lucky.
- I lose sight sometimes of all that my husband does for me, and not just cleaning up on a Sunday afternoon. He works so hard every day so that I can stay at home and be a mom and write — fulfilling two dreams I have. Without his support I’d never be able to stay home and write, for no money and little more than praise and internet hits, because it is all I ever really wanted to do in life. (Except, of course, for the money bit. I’d love to make some money at it.) And without his support and strength I’d never be able to have made it through the last few rough years. And I’d certainly never have been able to get to the point where we’re anticipating the arrival of the first photograph of our child. And I certainly never thought I’d be able to be a mom.
- My little old kitty turned 18 years old last week, and the staff at the cat clinic signed and sent out a birthday card to her. Now, we all know she can’t read, or read a calendar, and that the card is really for us, but still… it was so kind of them. Bubby has been at the vet so much these past few years, and I think there were a few times when they thought she wasn’t going to make it. I know we certainly did. And I think that they’ve grown a bit attached to our tiny old girl, despite her occasional peevishness and bad behavior when she goes in for visits. So it meant a lot to us to get this card, signed with all their little personal messages and good wishes. It’s funny how this little 6 1/2 pound bundle of peevishness and sweetness has touched so many lives.
- My elderly old kitty, with hearing failing and confusion a regular part of her day, wants nothing more each day than to climb up into my lap and just sit and be cuddled. (Well, that and her dinner and a nice bowl of milk.) She sits and purrs and happily puts up with me kissing all over her and cuddling her. There was a time, not so many years ago, when sitting still like that was Just. Not. Done. And especially not for all the kissing bits. And so while her health is slowly failing her and her mind is not as sharp as it once was, her innate sweetness is what is beginning to come to the fore. And one of the nice things about that is that, as I see her through these last days or months or years of her life, I also get to show her how much I love her and thank her for being such a good friend to me in ways that I never used to be able to do. And I am grateful for that.
- I’ve been invited to go to the gym tonight to talk to a group of 15-17 year olds about their futures — specifically, whether they want to play volleyball in university and at what level, and how to go about it. My purpose is to get them started at least thinking about whether they want to play, and if they do, to kick-start their teenage butts into action. People wonder what I get out of it, especially since it’s a lot of work for no monetary gain. Well, it’s very rewarding. No, I don’t begin to claim that I had anything to do with these kids’ successes when they do go on and play varsity ball. But I get a real kick out of seeing them do well, out of knowing they’re getting to fulfill a dream, and to see their parents and how proud they are. Plus, I get to go out and watch some games and cheer, and that’s fun. It’s a very rewarding thing to be able to do.