There comes a time in an organised person’s life, when they set out to sort out their Last Will and Testament. Such a weighty phrase. It’s an odd phrase, too. Only really evident in hindsight, like telling someone to get off the bus at the stop before mine. It spends a long time (or a short time!) being putatively last, so, I suppose that’s something.
Continue reading “Not my will, but …”Sprucing it up
Is this, perhaps, to take something from one’s heritage and use it wrongly here?
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Poddish note: The Daily
13th September 2023, 26 minutes. Guest: Apoorva Mandavilli, global health reporter for the New York Times
A New Covid Shot for a New Covid Era
“as cases rise, and as so many people are not taking these precautions”, “it’s pretty hard to be a cautious person right now”
“so few other people are doing these things, and so, you know, there’s a lot of judgement” “more people with cancer died during Omicron, when the cases were mild, than during the previous winter’s surge, partly because so many fewer people around them were taking precautions, and so the risks to them were higher” “it’s also lonelier for them, because everyone around them is doing something entirely different”
Being driven to …
I drive a lot these days. I drive to spend time with Mum, and I drive to spend time with my partner. I drive to my mobile office to collaborate with my colleagues, and I drive meals and snacks on their last mile delivery leg, driving big data collection along the way.
I don’t think of myself as a driving force (not now and not yet, anyway). And I don’t think of myself as driven. I’m not driven to succeed, to distraction, to drink, to school, to excess. I’m not being driven round the bend, up the wall, over the edge.
Continue reading “Being driven to …”Hanging out with Mum
I am trying to understand what can get me from here to there, what might get me up in the morning.
The beau-tiful trinity
Hmmmm, a positive emotion? At the moment, I’m indulging in a number of my favourite activitities: hanging out with my beau, at his farmsit, scrolling through Dua Lipa You Tuby things, drinking sweet white cask wine. My emotion, now? Indulgent. It’s probably not my most frequently felt positive emotion, indulgence.
Continue reading “The beau-tiful trinity”Just like Mum
I’ve been jumping into these WordPress writing prompts, trying to get past the internal censor. I’ve been enjoying the discipline(ish) of – just get it down, and send it out, imperfections and accidental implications be damned. Really, I’ve been enjoying this. Recently, I’ve been thinking about various exercises people undertake which introduce the idea that getting things wrong, or being embarrassed, or being unprepared, or annoying people is actually okay to do. I read about this exercise where a person was instructed to go to a busy trian station, ask for an unreasonably large favour, and keep asking different people. So, this person was embodying the learning that terrible things don’t happen when they ask for a big thing, people just say no and everyone moves on with their life. I can still feel the aha of when I condsidered embracing that idea; people will consider, respond, and we will all move on to the next step, whether that be convergent or divergent, we will do the next thing.
Continue reading “Just like Mum”The family portrait, oops portal.
Daily writing prompt
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
All the time, you ask? That might be my phone. My phone is a purtal to my people. It allows me to hang out with my partner, and still taks a call from my daughter. It allows me to receive photos from my daughter whils she’s overseas with her partner. With my phone, I can be at dinner with my mates, note a non urgent message from work and
Continue reading “The family portrait, oops portal.”To know she is loved.
Daily writing prompt
What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?
The most, you ask? The most what, I wonder. I imagine the most of myself I spent for a meal would have been my first meal, the first time I had to digest food to last me a few hours.
I don’t remember that time, nor do I have anything in the way of stories telling of that meal. I’ve been told I was born at home, and that one of my brothers was the third person to see me, after my parents.
My imagination says that it must have been a costly meal. Everyone would have been a little or a lot tired, my earlier food would have been on constant supply, not meal based (is that right?), and instinct or not, I know these things don’t always go to plan.
But, it was worth it. Yes. I got to continue to hang around my noisy siblings, who I must’ve known already from their boisterous presence. I got to continue hanging around my parents, who just like all their kids (I’ve been told, convincingly). I got to meet my own fiery kids, my gorgeous partner, and so many other people.
And, I got to see Mum grow into old age. When I hang out with Mum now, there’s almost always a smile of recognition, of welcome. We’ve spent a long time hanging out, quantity time, and it’s showing now. She’s not always clear on why people want her to walk to the dining room when there’s a lovely warm bed with a convenient overbed tray right in front of her, but she does know that I want only good things for her.
Yes. I’m glad to have paid that effort for my first meal. I get to hang out with Mum, and she gets to know that she is loved.
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