Blog 81 – 21.6.17. All will be well…

It’s quite rare to get a really decent summer in the UK…Wimbledon (starting week after next) is invariably marked by torrential rain…that’s how you know it’s July.

The national mood is sombre…we have Brexit, where we walk away from the safe and familiar and into the largely unknown; terror attacks in London and Manchester and now the terrible fire in a tower block which has left 79 dead (so far) and others injured. But today the temperature will be 30+ degrees C…and the weather, in the south at least, has been absolutely superb. Lovely. Relentlessly sunny, blue-skyed and chirpy. So, Londoners are out of sync with the world around them, unsurprisingly. So..I’ve been trying to think about how to get back into a good mood..a better mood. Nothing and no-one is as good at doing this as animals and children. I remember looking after niece H (8 or 9? at the time) (plus her brother and sister) while their parents went to their uncle’s funeral..why is everyone still sad? asked H, Uncle T died a whole week ago!

Does it help anyone if I’m miserable? Am I cold and unsympathetic if decide to feel good? I don’t know exactly why anyone is here on this planet, but I have concluded we are all here to shine. If we shine in every way, we show people something great, something better. When we are truly shining, we smile; we are kind, we be our best. By shining, we help other people feel good. So..feeling good is our absolute duty if we want to make the world…feel good. So, my unasked-for advice is to do stuff that makes you feel good. An easy one is to smile at EVERYONE – this is the best and fastest buzz you can get..you smile and a small piece of heaven arrives when they smile back – you get to see that person at their most beautiful and the payback is greater than the effort you put in. Another thing that helps me is to take a deep breath every now and again during the day. Take a deep breath and look around…if I’m outside looking at the world, it feels like a conversation with my creator – I breathe him in and give myself out. This is not impossible whilst driving, but it’s better when walking. Oh my gosh…I remember driving with my near 90 year old Mum in the passenger seat and hardly paying conscious attention to driving at all…we were both looking around, thanking God for the beautiful hanging baskets on the lamp-posts, the clever designers and engineers who made the car in front of us, the traffic lights that keep us safe, the white lines on the road, the guys who laid the tarmac, the people who invented tarmac, bus drivers, road signs…yes it’s weird. It’s truly weird that gratitude makes you feel good.

I’m seeing my sister, S, today. As a toddler she had beautiful dark hair that my Mum styled into ringlets. She is the most kind, generous and sympathetic of my sisters…I often think, what would S do? She loves our cat Troy (who used to holiday with her when we went on holiday) and will be coming mainly to see him. He’s 21 years old and has done that thing that old dying cats do…confined himself to living under our dining table… made his territory smaller. S was there when Troy arrived at our flat in 1996 – she was helping me wrap Christmas presents. A normal kitten would be scared and run behind the sofa..Troy took a look around and decided that the best thing to do would be to chase the scissors as my sister cut the wrapping paper on the living room floor. Now Troy calmly snoozes under the table or looks out of our glazed back door to the garden. Even though we give him a supplement, he is extremely unsteady as the medication he takes drains fluid from his heart and lungs but also drains him of potassium, which weakens his muscles. He is the ideal cat. He had a few scrapes when he was young (which left him with small nips out of both ears) but none since. At 5kg, we used to call him ‘fat boy’ Troy …but now he has become scrawny and unkempt. Still, he commands such authority that even today when 2 younger invaders dared to approach the back door, a good wobbly stare from Troy saw them scampering off. Thank you God for this gem of an animal. An exemplar of calm when his health has been failing for the last 5 years…he’s not afraid. Ooo… and I must refer you again to this superb video of another fearless and heroic cat…previously posted in blog no. 7: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy097s5t8Pc 

 

Troy 16.7.16

 

jx

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About aintwegotitmade

Who am I?.......well, I'm getting to that age where I have to think about that before I answer... My name is J, I'm married to Jay and we live in the great city of London. I started this blog as an update to family and friends when I completely ruptured my Achilles tendon a few years ago. I am so fortunate in every possible way...and in all honesty, I'm just using this blog to remind myself. Why is it called Aintwegotitmade?: this is a line from one of my favourite songs (Sing Baby Sing - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtTgtkDLNys). Have I got it made? Well - I've got a roof over my head, running water right into my house, a fully-stocked supermarket round the corner, free and readily available healthcare; and I live with my lovely husband in a great city, in a beautiful country, where I feel safe and secure. I rest my case. Fact or opinion: I am not an expert on anything… but I can confirm that everything in this blog is either fact or opinion. I hope to post regularly...but I won't bother you too much. Thanks for stopping by... jx
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2 Responses to Blog 81 – 21.6.17. All will be well…

  1. Caroline Daws says:

    Oh I remember the sadness of watching an old cat slowly get weaker and weaker, eventually going out into the garden to die, we brought him back in and laid him on the carpet it was awful, we’ve never got another one, although at our age I think the cat would outlive us!! C.

    • Hi Caroline…not looking forward to the day he’s not with us. He’s very special..when I first found out he was ill, I laid my head next to him on the bed and cried…he knew I was very sad and put his paw out and stroked me. Just have to make the best of whatever time we have left.

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