Note: it took about 45 minutes to type that with one hand. Putting on mascara? Nope. Buttering my toast? Not so easy. Using my phone? Practically impossible. Packing my glassware with one hand? Impressively easy to do.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Worst possible timing? Affirmative.
Note: it took about 45 minutes to type that with one hand. Putting on mascara? Nope. Buttering my toast? Not so easy. Using my phone? Practically impossible. Packing my glassware with one hand? Impressively easy to do.
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Sunday, August 16, 2009
5 days to go...
I'm currently packing up the last of my childhood. I always thought when I was a 'real' grown up, I would cut back on my kiddy knick-knacks and passion for random stuff. I don't think I'm anywhere near grown up, but sharing a 'real' house with a 'real' man kind of commands it. I was slightly worried at the thought - no more metallic gnomes over the fireplace, no shrines to all things equine brimming over in the spare room, no morepaintings of foxes with slightly wonky eyes adoring my walls - then I realized, hell, this is why I have an entire room to myself at my mothers. She, for one, would appreciate my "personality" (now, why do people say that to me and make inverted comma gestures? Can I help it I like quirky things?) and it might just mean more room to collect 'real' grown up things in my new home.
I see a tea cup and book-end obsession occuring in the not too distant future.
NB: I'm still horribly sad to be moving my collection of stuff far away. I like things. Lots of them. And for every 10 things I'm being mature enough to part with, I'm stuffing one article of my childhood into the Keep box. Defiant? Maybe. Not altogether ready to grow up? Definately.
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C-Mac's Birthday
We ended up at Southbank, where we watched some street performers and had a beer and some cake (which naturally didn't compare in the slightest to the fabulous carrot cake I'd whipped up like the domestic goddess I am for his family birthday dinner the night before...) in the last of the sun before heading along to Crown and sharing our birthday tradition - posh cocktails at Atrium Bar. All I have to say is - the Raspberry Kiss is to die for.
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Counted blessings and blessings in disguise
I've had a fairly average few days.
Actually, average would be an understatement. Although I'm aware of my slightly flare for the dramatic, this week has sucked the big one.
Firstly, Darcy had a vet appointment on Monday. After 2 months of physio/chiropractic sessions, corrective shoeing, magnetic boots and reduced workload, he simply hadn't improved, and it was time to get a proper assessment. It turned out to be worse than I could have imagined.
He has a degenerative bone disease in his off fore (or front right for the non-pony people) which will reduce his working life to 12-18 months - WITH constant injections and medication. The outcome was brutal, and basically consisted of put him down, or get rid of him.
Having waited 22 years and breathed, dreamed and thought of very little else other than horses, to have my dream come true shattered like that was a little upsetting. Horrifically, bone-shakingly upsetting. Naturally, I refuse to do either of the two options I was presented with. I gave him the drugs I was told would help short-term, and worked out a few other options of my own, namely retiring him to 2000 acres of horse-friendly land with Cameron's aunty and uncle.
After not sleeping for two nights, and having all sorts of sad thoughts about my poor horse being in such pain, I was awoken at half past five this morning by my mother breaking the news my greatAunty had passed away unexpectedly. I drove down to my Nan's to break the news to her, and spent a not-so-fun morning consoling her and my mother. She was the woman who took care of me when I was younger and living in England; the lady who supported my horse-crazy passion 100% and who made me realize where I came from.
This growing up thing just isn't the fun I was told it would be. The only upside is the amazing horse I rode tonight; Altibo. He is extremely talented, not to mention handsome, and I think we'd have a fabulous time together. I've even thought over options for keeping Darcy at the place Alt currently lives, which might actually work out as a blessing in disguise.
The only other slightly excting thing to happen is the purchase of a BCBG Max Azria dress tonight. I've never thought polka-dots were particularly my style, but for BCBG, I'll give anything a whirl.
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