This is without doubt the most difficult blog post I have ever had to write. It will also go down as one of my most challenging pieces of writing, personally. My act of writing this is a form of therapy. I aim to be able to begin to accept this because right now I can’t do anything much more than cry over the loss.
Shortly before 7am on Friday morning (31st July 2015), our Jack Russell/Border Terrier-cross Katie was put to sleep.
It’s already been three-days since my latest ‘milestone’ birthday. I’ve a growing list of food and DIY-related things to write about and share but, for this one, instead of writing about ‘near-mid-life-crisis-thoughts’, I’ve decided to look at what I received on the day and to ponder what, if anything, this might tell you about where I am in my life?!
Having started this blog just over five-years ago now (August 2009), I became aware with my previous posting that this one was going to arrive at quite the credible milestone.
There have been times within the last year where I’ve feared as though my stream of content would somehow deteriorate. I’ve always worried that the recent absence of a workshop might encourage long-standing followers to turn the other way… But I’m delighted to see that many of you are still here reading, sharing and particularly to those who leave comments and send me private e-mails.
THANK YOU ALL.
I couldn’t have attained 500 posts here without your support. As much as I do write with a view towards my own psychological benefit, this blog would not be the same without your continued support and contribution. I’d been afraid to look beyond the trees and to show you that I make mistakes in the kitchen and how I seem to spend an almost-unhealthy portion of my weekends wandering around in the wilderness… And yet, the feedback I’ve received from you has been outstanding! I shall always keep this blog alive with the content flowing.
I look forward to writing another 500 posts and I’ll aim to complete that long before August 2019.
There’s one promise I shall make to myself from here on… To share more of my writing; to search and to find an inspiration to ignite the embers of the creative soul that survives deep within side. Two-years ago, I was enrolled on a creative writing course in the evenings. I’m sorry to say that I haven’t done a lot with what I learned there. I promise to try. I do believe.
Thank you very much once more for reading, subscribing, following, commenting, sharing, liking and, well, all the rest! 🙂
Although I’d forgotten by the time the day came around; Thursday 6th February 2014 was officially ‘Time to Talk Day’. To be more precise; it was set as date for people to share and discuss the taboo subject of Mental Health. But as as a good friend of mine said on her own blog that day; it’s not solely about saving and waiting for this one date… Mental Health is a topic that can be discussed on any day and that, really, is the whole point. To get people talking. To continue working towards overcoming the errant stigma and that is why I am writing right now.
It was made official that my mum has now sold her house. It’s not bad going, considering it’d barely been on the market for two months but I’m now facing an ultimatum that I’ve been trying to avoid, even though it’s presence has been looming for a while… I need to start clearing out my workshop and I’m no longer talking about simply decluttering the unnecessary and the under-used…
My Saturday’s frequently begin at a slow and lethargic pace. I’ll wake up as early any previous weekday but the ‘knowing’ that I don’t have to get up for anything in particular keeps me tucked up tight in bed… That, and the fresh feeling of cold that besieges my inadequately-heated flat.
Anyway, after consuming the breakfast that you saw me make in a previous post; while doing my weekly clean a day late (or early – well, I never usually save a Saturday for it), something took over and compelled me to attack the mountain of paperwork that had wedged itself inside the bottom drawer.
That’s my motto for this story I’m about to share. A tale that only ends in woe, as I strive to replace an important piece of my Nikon Coolpix S8200 digital camera… A quest of penny-pinching, that eventually ends in achieving the greatest debt possible.