Posted on Saturday, October 20, 2012
in Family, Jobs
When life suddenly gets a little bit harder, it’s probably because you’ve just levelled up.
I read that once but I can’t remember where. I like it though, it’s so true.
I met Digital Darragh last night, and got the honour of meeting his new guide dog. So much respect for doggy fluffiness, patience and ability to place full trust and love in one so recently acquainted. I was humbled to be in his presence. His owner nagged me to write more so here I am, writing to you. Thanks for the nudge, man.
I met them at a table quiz, it was an hour or so away, and we didn’t win but we came damn close…
… but I still don’t know how many metres are in a hectare and I do know that crocodiles don’t carry their babies in handbags.
I got back late. I got three hours sleep and spirited away again early in the dark of this morning (and met several beautiful deer on the journey) to a Cardiac First Responder course, again, far far away. That too was a lot of fun. We got to practice saving people and when we were finished and got bored, began to boycott other’s life-saving skills by pretending to rush over and love and gush concern over their dummies unconditionally because that’s what strangers do in those situations. This was on a main street outside a convenience store but we were full of the energy that homemade vegetable soup gives you so we didn’t care. We fed from each other’s mojo and indulged in hyperness and love of the job.
I’m tired now.
It’s the nice sort of tiredness though, the type that happens behind your eyes and not heavy in your heart.
My neighbour has borrowed my toddler and my energetic pre-teen is away on a sleep-over and I have peace.
And a new knitting pattern.
I am a happy camper.