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one hundred and seventy nine

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I got swept off my feet this afternoon. Literally. I fell down the stairs at the cinema complex near the coffee club. Converse are not good in the wet. I landed on my coccyx and slid down three for four stairs before coming to a pathetic halt. I couldn’t move. Even though every part of my being was telling me to get up. I couldn’t. Of course there were heaps of people in the coffee club. Most too embarrassed for me to offer any help. One lovely lady ran to me and the young boy behind (pardon the pun) the counter asked if I wanted an ice pack. I had to smile. It was one of those moments you think can’t really be happening, but fuck it was so sore, there was no doubt it had. So that is why tonight I am very grateful for the black pepper and clove heat pack I bought only this week, especially for muscular pain. Who knew.

one hundred and seventy eight

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I am grateful for new discoveries. I suffer from mild claustrophobia, which manifests itself mostly in my preference for aisle seats in the movies, and for the need to spread my toes. Often. And the inability to wear bed socks or even closed fluffy slippers. Which usually means I have cold feet. Until my most successful online purchase … I love and am so grateful for my only wear at home sock boots things. So not me but so me.

one hundred and seventy seven

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I never ever took my wedding ring off. Except for surgery and I’d never had any prior to my two caesarians. Not elective (not really sure why I felt the need to add that but I suspect there’s a blog in there somewhere). Anyway, when our daughters were born B wore my ring on his baby finger. And then during all my breast cancer treatments, and he still does because the chemo and ongoing medication has led to swollen joints so my ring doesn’t fit anymore. He has never taken it off from the moment he put it on for safekeeping. I am grateful for the feeling I felt this morning as my glance settled on B’s hand. I think it’s called love.

one hundred and seventy six

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Apparently I never put my feet up. I’m alway busy doing something even if its actually nothing (now thats a thought worthy of much discussion over many glasses of red wine). Anyway, I think its that relentless participation thing I suffer from. But I am getting better. I am. Today I put my feet up. Only because they looked so pretty. I’m not a colour on my toes kind of girl. I think it’s because I’m not good at maintenance. I’m too busy relentlessly participating. So today I am grateful for a wonderful hours indulgence and my pretty toes.

one hundred and seventy five

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I am grateful that B and I still have moments that make the girls go ewwww. Although I have to admit it doesn’t take much. A cuddle here, a kiss there. All it took tonight was me feeding B a little cheese and pickled onion nibble. One of my favourite combinations. And only because he had his hands full doing dinner. And for that I am also grateful because B usually can’t resist an opportunity to maximise the ewwww.

one hundred and seventy four

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I felt chilled to my bones today. I suspect it might have something to do with a fairly challenging day. I am grateful for our table burner. For its warmth and its beauty. I love how something so small can transform, not only a room, but a mood too.

one hundred and seventy three

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We never get our delivery of the Noosa News, so I am so very grateful I grabbed a copy from near my coffee spot this morning. And that I got to see my sweet angel’s face when I showed her what I discovered. Her name in print. She thought her offering in class had been chosen for the school newsletter, not for the local paper. Her delight was almost palpable and I am truly grateful to her teachers for her sweet sweet moment. Maybe next time she’ll listen in class too. And Kate was proud of her too, even though she is planning a career in journalism and damn if her baby sister hasn’t beaten her to it.

one hundred and seventy two

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The best kind of dinners are the ones you don’t have to think about, plan, shop for or cook. The best kind of phone calls are the ones you receive from your teenage daughter whilst you are still at lunch at 4pm telling you her and her friend are shopping for dinner and will be cooking too. I am grateful for unexpected phone calls, unusually selfless gestures and spontaneous treats. But next time, I’m not offering to wash up. I should have just left it at thank you.

one hundred and seventy one

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I am grateful for a fabulous day spent with three gorgeous 11 year olds. So fabulous, we all bought the same necklaces. I think I forgot myself momentarily. And I love that.

one hundred and seventy

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I am grateful for Mr Bean moments. As in ooh, a parcel for me, I wonder who sent it? I am still so amazed at the simplicity of online shopping with the Australian postal system. Parcels just keep arriving. I have no idea what’s in them. It’s like christmas everyday. Today this package contained a Tommy Hilfiger trench coat that I never ordered. I didn’t.