Today, some snapshots in words of moments that have mattered.
- Driving home through another louring rainstorm, I peeped the very top of a rainbow through what seemed like a wall of bruise-grey cloud. ‘Shout To The Top’ by The Style Council was on the radio.
- I asked a little boy whether anyone in his family knitted and he said, “Yes, Gramma Moon And Stars can knit”. Apparently that’s what he calls his Grandma because she takes him outside and talks to him about the night sky. (I know. I nearly had to have a lie down too.)
- After posting Thursday’s blog post with great trepidation, I found great support from comments here, on Twitter, via email, on Facebook and, last but not least, in person from my friends and family. It made me realise just how much love and goodwill there is for Bah!, and how many people are being genuinely helped by the book. And I had a little moment – on Friday morning, after going to bed on Margi’s advice to let it go held tight in my heart – where I felt the whole thing just slide away from me.
- On Joy’s birthday, she and I ate hot pretzels – I had cheese, she had cinnamon – and saved the last bits so we could swap them with each other.
- Someone that I’ve never met, but follow closely, who has been dancing a ferocious dance with cancer, got the news that she is in remission. I was with my lovely friend Kym when we got the news, and the two of us stood with tears in her eyes, just so glad. (We need to invent a word for the feeling that you feel when that happens. I don’t think there is one.)
- As I write this, Flora the kitten, who was purring on my lap, has got the hiccups. I think they are probably her first hiccups ever. She is looking at me with the most perplexed expression a kitten can muster. But still purring, apart from the three seconds after the hiccup.