Yesterday felt like a very special day for a multitude of reasons.
One of them wasn’t because the first fly of the year got past the fly net and spent the whole evening trying to divert my attention from my every activity.
One of them was because the bush that I had planted together with a very good friend last year, defied my black thumbs, and started to show evidence of sprouting leaves.
One of them wasn’t because that itchy dry patch has come back on my face again. I had good skin as a teenager. Why do I suddenly have bad skin, middle-aged?
I definitely was not celebrating being middle-aged.
One of them was absolutely because my lovely Lori had learned and learned and learned for her French exam today and prepared and prepared and prepared for her presentation, also today. So much so, that she just couldn’t learn or prepare any more. Instead she drew with some new pencils.
One of them wasn’t because my chaotic Lori, who had learned and prepared for over a solid week, woke up at 11.30pm after a nightmare provoked her into the realization that she still had to produce and print off a handout for her class.
One of them wasn’t helping to make crossword puzzles on websites offering free crossword making facilities, only to be told, at midnight, that the said puzzle would cost a grand sum of $4.95.
One of them was checking on the chaotic one and finding her unable to sleep properly and being able to stroke her hair and tell her it’s all OK. We managed to transfer all of her data to another website, the handout page is complete and printed off, with puzzle intact, and she should sleep now deeply and restfully.
One of them was hearing her genuine and repeated thanks and apologies.
One of them was sheer amazement at being able to help with anything at all after being force-drunk half a bottle of bubbly wine by a husband full of admiration.
One of them was not the realization that it was not my hot body he was admiring, with it’s itchy face and wobbly tummy.
One of them was four people raising a glass of milk and two raising a glass of bubbly to 20,000 hits on a blog that started out as just a little speck of me and grew into something I would never have dared to contemplate.
One of them, unquestionably, is the goodliness of friends.
Thank you x