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27/52

Something I wrote recently:

When you’re alone and the noise from ‘society’ stops, that’s when Creation is able to slip in. Almost unnoticed. And that’s when you’re able to notice the bird calls. Recognise the sound of leaves rustling. Become aware of the the peace.

The breathing slows. Vision clears. You notice the cool air on the skin, refreshing it.

Suddenly it all seems so easy. Switching off. Tuning out from the incessant ‘go-go-go’ of the world.

Just stopping. Looking up, looking out. Looking around. Noticing – instead of how far there is to go – of how far you’ve come. Of reflecting. And yes, also, of celebrating.

Deep breath. Clear the mind. Notice the pace of life around you. Really notice. And decide when to rejoin – and rejoin the insanity on your own terms.

And then I took this photo to go with it 🙂

Here’s wishing you a refreshing week too, dear Reader!

– KRidwyn

25/52

I wrote last week about my operation… well, kinda.

So I had surgery on the Tuesday, and had Wednesday and Thursday off work, and returned Friday – which also happened to be my birthday.

One of my incredibly wonderful colleagues decided she’d make me a cheesecake – both to cheer my up after the operation and for my birthday.

Made.

From scratch.

Using Oreos – SOOOOO scrumptious!!!

And all for me 😀

Wasn’t it pretty? And it tasted even better than it looked! I am so lucky!

Here’s wishing you a blessed week too, dear Reader!

24/52

It’s not often I get a cannula in the crook of my elbow. Even less often that I get stuff inserted through it and into me, while I’m conscious. Having both of these occurrences just the other week was significant enough for me to take this photo.

Let’s face it, if I was to memorialise this particular event in pixels, this drip-and-the-nondescript-ceiling-behind-it is a nicer photo than one I could have taken; of the prior event which had precipitated the need for a drip! That would not have been good; no – not at all…

Anyway, this was me in hospital. But I recovered well enough to go home, and then well enough to go  back to work, and then to decrease the pain killers I was on, and then, the rest is history… leaving me with this photo and its accompanying story.

Here’s hoping your week is cannula-free, dear Reader!

-KRidwyn

23/52

I’ve finally managed to find the time to dive into this book: WORD BY WORD: THE SECRET LIFE OF DICTIONARIES by Kory Stamper. It’s brilliant! One of those books which you can only read a section at a time because there’s just SO much in it, you need to mull over it, savouring the delight. Writers, you will enjoy this read. Non-writers with an interest in grammar and the history of English, you will too 🙂

I’m also part-way through MOBY DICK by Herman Melville, and am enjoying that almost as much. Never read it before, and I’m rather surprised at how long it’s taking for Ishmael to actually get to sea… but then again, it’s not really worrying me because the sentence structure and the expression of his ideas is scintillating.

[Hello – this was written by my Miss14 who’s watching me type. Now she’s complaining, “I wasn’t done yet” and laughing at me for writing about her.]

Okay. Time to go. Have a book-filled week yourself, dear Reader!

– KRidwyn

22/52

My Miss14 has started playing with filters. Here’s one she used on me; apparently I look very relaxed like this, with my head pillowed on my arms.

 

Personally, I’m not a fan of photos of myself… but I’m happy she’s happy.

Here’s wishing you a photogenic week yourself, dear Reader!

– KRidwyn

20/52

My very first hairdryer was a gift from my husband. We’d been married several months and he decided I needed one. Sweet, really. He’d seen me depart for work each morning, hair wet, and thought this would improve my quality of life. And so I became the proud owner of a hairdryer.

[Just to clarify: I wasn’t anti-hairdryer before then. I’d just been oblivious to the whole ‘hair management product line’ before that time. Yes, I know – a bit of a sad indictment! But it is what it is…]

Fast forward to 2019. Miss11 is using the hairdryer (yes, the same one Hubby bought me!) and the back fan-guard breaks as she’s packing it away.

‘Oh well,’ I think. ‘It can’t be that important.’

The following day I reassess its importance as I’m using scissors to remove the hairdryer from its proximity to my scalp…

It takes several weeks, but I finally go to buy myself a new hairdryer. I’m intrigued by one which advertises a retractable cord, so I buy it:

And I fall in very-deep-like with it!

The retractable cord part it what makes me smile every day. Honestly, pulling out the cord sounds like pulling out the cord on one of those kids toys, which then speaks something funny at you while the cord goes in (I can’t remember ever having one as a kid, so this is my opportunity!) and the cord whips around crazily as it retracts, so that’s fun too 🙂

So there you go. A whole blog post about my new hair dryer. The one which Miss11 laughs at and says, “You really love that hair dryer! You tell us every time you’re going to use it!”

My poor kids. Sometimes I wonder exactly what kooky memories they’ll have of their childhood, with me as their mum…

Have a great week, dear Reader!

– KRidwyn

19/52

There were several months in High School when I spent my hard-earned on magazines: Dolly, TV Week, and their ilk. Likewise, when Miss14 was just Miss2, there was a ‘Better Homes and Gardens’ stage. But that’s it. I’m just not that interested in reading magazines.

I am, however, a dyed-in-the-wool-fan of Game of Thrones. Thus: this purchase. And what a fantastic read it was!

How about you, dear Reader? Are you a fan of magazines at all?

– KRidwyn