‘but you can give them to the birds and birds
I want money. Doo doo doo
That’s what I want, money’
How very timely of Sandy Calico to remind me that the best things in life are free. It’s been a tough weekend and I finished last night retreating to bed at 9.20pm hoping for a better day today. Have you ever felt like that? Like you can’t be doing with the day any longer!
In general I think I’m an optimistic person. I just suffer from an artistic temperament! And so do my family members. They suffer with me(Because of me?) This weekend I caught up with the kids in NZ where they’ve been visiting their Father. They’ve had a great time. Too great a time really, and seduced by clothes and laptops and trips to theme parks and afternoon BBQs in the summer sunshine, I fear they aren’t really looking forward to coming back to frozen Britain. Or to me?
Frankly this causes me much pain.
I know the kids are teenagers (and a tween) and are therefore self-centred by default, and prone to being wowed by money and bling, so I’m trying to not take it too hard. I recognise it could be said I’m being a bit precious. I’m hoping they’ll remember that we love them and that the good times we all have together as a family are, in the main, free times spent together.
Today in response to Sandy Calico’s meme and rather than dwelling on the lack of lovely jubbly roubles rolling in the doors to help me buy a bigger house and provide the kids with anything near what I’d like to provide, I’m going to list The Ten things that make me happy – FREE things. Hopefully some of them will resonate with you too and will transport you from heavy grey skies – metaphorically or literally!
Ten things that make me happy (in no particular order and mainly free!)
1/Last Night – I disappeared off to bed last night bound in tears, but I remember waking in the middle of the night and (it’s ok reader you don’t need to peak-read between your fingers, it’s not that kind of blog!) my Englishman reached out and touched my hand and gently rubbed his finger over the top of my wedding and engagement rings. It was a beautiful gesture that said ‘I love you, and I’m pleased you married me’.
This fills me with such intense happiness that my joy trickles down my face.
2/Bluebells in Spring – No one told me that England was beautiful. I expected landscapes full of ‘dark Satanic mills’ not spring flowers, particularly not the iridescent bluebells. I love flowers and try to fill the house with them, even if they are simple bunches of flowers off the roadside or about-to-wilt roses in clashing colours. Especially if they are in cheerfully clashing colours!
3/The Surf – you know that moment when you’re standing thigh high in the water, in that lull between waves and you can feel the water pulling back and starting to crest? For a moment you are swept off your feet and suspended. It could go one of two ways – you could be thrown down and splattered on the seabed, or you could triumphantly harness the wave and ride into the shore. I love that feeling. I could chase that feeling all afternoon until my body turns blue.
4/Oysters straight from their briny coffins into my gob. With a wasabi and soya sauce chaser. Big Grin.
5/Champagne – yes it is terribly bourgeoisie of me but I love Champagne, and of course it is true (not an urban myth) that the more expensive the Champagne the less likely you are to get a hangover. True, all true.
6/My kids – are they really free? Sometimes I think raising kids is 90% discipline/teaching/training/cajoling/exhaustion and 10% joy. But that’s just when my mood is doused in vinegar. They are the best project I’ve ever taken on and I am endlessly proud of them and they (generally) make me happy.
7/Writing the last word of my 90,000 word novel manuscript. Is that happiness or relief? Writing makes me very happy. I’m not sure if it’s just that I suffer from a god complex and I get my kicks manipulating my characters but whatever the reason it feels good. Associated with that is the sense of satisfaction that comes with being a founding member of the thriving new online writing community Judith’s Room. Seeing Judith’s Room full of happy writers thrilled to have found a community home, fills me with glee.
8/The fur babies. Watching Bailey bound out of the airport reception centre holding pen after her 28 hour journey filled me with delight. I love how Stella sneaks into the bedroom and wraps herself around my neck as I sleep. She’s not a furry Python, more a purring stole.
9/Rainbows, Sunsets, Sunrises (only after fabulously romantic nights), hidden coves with silk for sand, mountains that pierce the stratosphere…all of those. Who doesn’t?