The overflowing gutter of gratitude still pours over my life, with so much to be thankful for that it’s hard to know where to start this week.
I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers…
Books. Books are a great thing to be grateful for. My audiobook of the moment is Anne of Green Gables which I was fairly sure I hadn’t read. And I’m so happy I met Anne – I love her, imagining her way out of any kind of misery while, at the same time, getting into all manner of trouble. It all seemed new to me until I got to the bit about the green hair and it felt like turning a corner and knowing I’d been right here before. It would be ever so romantic to imagine a parallel existence where another Ellen (with two Es) was well acquainted with Anne.
“There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.”
Speaking of parallel existences. I’m grateful I can’t access the multiverse (if such a thing exists). I’m also grateful there’s a book group at work. This month’s choice was Dark Matter by Blake Crouch (who sounds like the circuit training station that you try to avoid getting to). Not a book I’d have picked for myself in a million universes, but very interesting nonetheless.
I’m grateful that there’s a move to end period poverty. Period. By providing free sanitary products to girls at school and elsewhere. Not, it must be said, as grateful as I am that I no longer need the aforementioned products. However, I do wonder why there isn’t more of a move to supply reusable products such as sanitary cups and period pants rather than disposable pads or tampons. Once I discovered such things, it was liberating. Cheaper and easier. Initial investment is higher, but surely it’s better for the user and better for the planet. Just a thought…
I’m grateful that my children are all doing OK. Variously bouncing through Scout camps, football matches and political activism. It’s a marvellous thing when you realise that the fruit of your womb (‘Ewww, yuk,’ said any Boy) has the potential to turn into an OK member of the human race.
While I am incredibly fed up with my new status as Someone With Inflammatory Bowel Disease, I’m very grateful that I don’t have it worse. A tentative excursion into the ulcerative colitis corner of the internet, tells me that things could be far, far more uncomfortable and inconvenient.
I’m grateful I found Katie Abey. Her designs make me smile every day, including this one:
Other less significant things to give thanks for:
The fact that Boy Two’s puncture didn’t cost much to repair.
The lovely weather.
Planning consent for cladding on a new house.
Bone broth made for me by the Panther.
No sign of the mouse.
Cheese and yoga.
And a harmonious trip to Sainsbury’s.