On love and phone theft
I phoned a friend yesterday.
Half an hour or so into the conversation her partner came into the room..
Friend’s Partner: is that Jess?
Friend: yes..
Friend’s Partner: I want to talk to her, give me the phone *takes phone*
Friend: (in background) ..but..
Friend’s Partner: shh! Go away, I’m on the phone!
Friend: ..but.. (in background) ok Jess, let’s talk later..
Friend’s Partner: *takes phone outside*
Can’t say anyone’s ever fought over the chance to talk to me before.. *loved*
On Jesus and the Billy Goats Gruff
Has anyone else noticed the similarities between the prophets, John the baptist and Jesus with the three Billy Goats Gruff?
“Me? Nah, I’m not tasty/big/important/mighty enough – you want the next guy, he’s much tastier/bigger/more important/mightier than me!”
(the small part where Jesus dies can be overlooked as part of the biggest-billy-goat-kicks-trolls-butt scuffle – coming back to life presumably counts as winning overall).
On balance
It seems that it’s impossible to add purely Good Things to a life.
Great news? Bam! Bad news.
Good mood? Bam! Some reason to hide.
Have lots to do inside at the weekend? Bam! Have a couple of fabulouslyr warm sunny days so you either feel guilty about missing them by being inside or about not doing the things you’d planned.
Finally get motivated enough to practise running? Bam! Do something to your ankle and need to take it steady for a while.
Finish a project at work? Bam! Get a crazy migraine headache and have to be rescued because there’s no way you’re going to cycle home.
Find a friend you haven’t seen for years? Bam! Someone you love is taken to hospital….
The great universal scales seems to need balance.
Banal or super-important, nothing is safe and even if nothing is actually related, sometimes it seems to be.
On tears and tablets
I need to go shopping.
The tears fall heavily, the breaths juddering and irregular, my thoughts spiralling and my face getting steadily more puffy.
The tears have nothing to do with my need to go shopping. They’re just there. And their presence is a hindrance.
I want go back to bed. To hide. To cry until all the tears are gone and there’s nothing left inside me.
I know that if I do that, the shops will shut before I resurface. Tomorrow they’ll stay closed, and by Monday I will be ravenous.
Instead of hiding, I take the tablets*, pushing them out of their blister packaging with shaking fingers, washing them down with big, greedy gulps of cold water.
I still need to go shopping.
Whatever magic is in those tablets, they’re truly incredible – the tears dry up almost instantly. I pull myself together. Pull myself back into this world of doing not being.
Then I wash my face, pick up my shopping bag and go shopping.
While I’m out, I buy postcards. The wordy sort my family don’t approve of. I’m going to put them on the wall with the others. Regardless.
The tablets might dry tears but they can’t reduce puffiness. The shops don’t care though. My money has the same value regardless of what my face looks like. This, I think, is probably a good thing.
* they’re just vitamin D. They contain more placebo than anything else 🙂
On waiting for good things
It’s bad enough that it’s taken me a week to post this picture of thick, gloopy, Spanish hot chocolate.
It’s worse that it took me almost a year to make it.
It feels like it’s time to start doing/eating/drinking the good things and stop waiting for “someday” or the right day or any other kind of day except today.
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Happy NaBloPoMo, all ye who are joining the madness 🙂
On sunshine and other surprises
Sometimes, when it rains, you find rainbows in unexpected places
But sometimes weather forecasts lie and it hardly rains at all, despite dismal threats of torrential downpours..
“heavy rain” – day 1 of 3.
“heavy rain” – day 2 of 3
“heavy rain” – day 3 of 3
Sometimes it wouldn’t matter how much it rained because your hotel is actually a boat
Sometimes ferocious beasts live on the top floor of multi-storey buildings
Sometimes dangerous bridges need crossing (and sometimes they’re not as scary in real life as they are in your head)
Sometimes all you really need is a borrowed bike and a bench by the sea
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Sometimes you go somewhere thinking it will be good, and it is; you go, you enjoy it and you come home content.
Sometimes you think something will be good and you’re disappointed when it isn’t.
Sometimes, and I think this is maybe the best kind, you don’t really know what you’re expecting so you hope it will be ok (or good), and prepare for rain (literal or figurative) just in case, and then are amazed by how wrong you were, because it turns out so much better than you could have expected.
This was one of those weekends.
🙂
One which is (going to be) memorable for more than just being good, because although not all of it was sunshine, the tears were somehow necessary and healing.
One where knocking over the Jenga blocks means you can start redesigning the tower.
One that wasn’t exactly “perfect”, but feels better than perfect because it was real. All of it.
One I’m glad to have had the pleasure of experiencing.
Thank you, world.
Xx
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This is probably a good motto:
I consider lying on a huge wooden platform soaking up the sun and watching the world go by a good use of heartbeats
So is stopping to smell the roses during the only rainy patch of the weekend
On time management
Dear WWF campaigners,
I’m no time management expert, but I have a suggestion for you..
If you smile as you accost me on my way between the train and the bus and ask me for ONE minute of my time, I might actually choose to honour your request.
Here’s where I think there’s room for improvement. One minute is not a long time, so it’s important to know how you want to use it before it starts.
It’s not so much that I mind talking about where I’m going and what I’m planning to do when I get there and what I do for a living, it’s just the chance is pretty good that the minute will be up before you say a single word about pandas or rainforests or petitions or monthly donations.
Jus’ sayin’..
Also. If you’ve gone to the effect of preparing a presentation, maybe you could set up a big screen and let it play on repeat. People, myself included, would almost definitely rather watch it as they walk through the station than on a miniature tablet under close scrutiny.
You never know. They might even stop to talk to you about it. Possibly for longer than a minute ;p
Regards,
Jesska
On being suspicious
It seems Google still doesn’t think I’m trustworthy.. 🙁
I will consult the experts again…
On certifiable safety
I don’t really understand what goes on behind the screen, so when I got the second message from a reader who couldn’t open my website without immense risk, I asked the experts.
They did something, and now it works again.
I think.
If it doesn’t, please let me know..
On magic-crushing photos
I went out to dinner tonight, wearing my new dress*.
It’s made of flowing material that swirls around my knees when I walk.
It’s neither tight nor sack-like and it hangs well,
I felt good, good enough to think I might look good too.
When I got back, I still felt good so I asked H to take some photos. He obliged, but afterwards, when he handed the camera back and I clicked through the pictures, all the magic was broken.
Moral of the story?
I don’t know. Maybe you should just enjoy the fantasy world inside your head without trying to capture it.
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* Yup. I bought a dress at the weekend! No panic involved.
On buying and selling dresses
I bought a dress at the weekend!
People who know me or have been reading for a while know that doesn’t happen very regularly, and that it is usually a fraught experience when it happens.
Not so this time.
I bought it from my favourite sales lady at the market in the next town. She’s enthusiastic about everything she sells and she exudes happy, bouncy thoughts while she looks after her customers. She remembers things people tell her and asks about them the next time she sees them which could be months later. She has that rare ability to talk to several people at once,without ever being rude. She never stops moving, bustling about, rehanging clothes on their hangers, giving advice and opinions, handing over different sizes and colours and waving at acquaintances across the marketplace. She’s tremendously good at her job, and she would rather let you go home empty handed than sell something that doesn’t work for you. I think she’s brilliant.
I tried on a couple of dresses and she shook her head. “Nope. That’s not your colour. That one’s not at all flattering. That one, hmm, I don’t know, no, it’s not right. Try this one. No.. What about this one? Yes! That one’s good! You can buy that one!” 🙂
I came away with a dress, a skirt and a pocket on a kind of belt (for wearing over pocketless skirts or trousers).
Yay!
On living through the bars
On movement (DTW)
“No movement is thought of as sexual or embarrassing when you’re little.. It’s just movement. Just an experiment. Little kids are still discovering themselves. Dancing is also self discovery. No brain required, just you and your body and the music……and the other people”
On education and psychological words
Today’s dance teacher wisdom:
“Without primary schools, there would be no universities. Unis don’t teach you anything really new, they just build on what you already know. Primary school is where you really learn new things.”
And also:
“When you say, ‘I can’t do that’ you take a step back. When you ask, ‘how can I do this?’ you take a step forward. Not just physically, but psychologically.”
And also:
“No one looks at the foundations when they go to see Gaudi’s house. The foundations are absolutely necessary, but no one looks at them. They all look at the building.”