Wee bits of me are everywhere.
From where I lie, pillow propped, I see the big bits. Recognisable Joe stuff; hands, arms, feet, legs, the usual stuff. If I get the light and my head angle right, I see my eyes reflected in the back of my glasses, looking slightly squint - should have stumped up for the non-reflective coating.
On the window ledge sits the digital photo frame I brought in; scrolling memories, thirty seconds apart: holidays, mountains, friends, family, dogs, dogs, ..erm...dogs.
Kenny Corbett stripped to his shorts, halfway up a tree and being a sleeping Koala - always makes me laugh. Telford, our first dog, seemingly levitating 4 ft above the ground as he jumps for a snowball - it's hilarious. Telford on the sofa with Barra and All-Black cat, 2 days before he was put to sleep, unfailingly chokes me; Fraoch, our clumsy, loving, one year old lump - aye, life goes on.
Wee Alan Macbeth's just sent a text from a train to ascertain my peeathon status (“now a pooathon status”, I tell him). Friends. Bits of you.
And of course, Corri. Most of me.
In four plastic bags, somewhere in a freezer, are a few billion more bits. Really wee bits. We recently parted company; about half come home tomorrow. A good spring clean's been had, so "Casa Joe" is a more habitable abode. They'll be ushered, semi-defrosted, back onto the premises in a 20 minute, anti-climatic infusion. Jeff, the Macmillan Nurse, has offered to embellish the whole thing with unnecessary heart rate monitors and machines that go "Ping!". I may accept – it’s an occasion.
For my part, I've got The Grimethorpe Colliery Band's rendition of the Superman Theme loaded onto the laptop and shall play it loudly on a continuous loop throughout.
I want these guys to know they're special. They’re welcome
They're bits of me.
Hey Joe
ReplyDeletereading everyone else's comments has left me feeling like the dim-witted North American. Everything I can think to say is just so gosh-darn earnest. I can't keep up with the Scottish banter, especially now I'm out of practice from 2.5 years of being surrounded by gosh-darn earnest Americans.
So anyways, I'm sorry to hear it's been a bit rough with the puking, sea gulls, etc. But great that you've been able to get out a bit with Corri.
Mike has gone off and left me, but just for the weekend. He is away to climb Mt. Shasta (Sergeant's ridge, if you're in the mood to google), will be back late Sunday. I had a trip planned to Shasta last weekend (Casaval ridge), but was cancelled due to bad weather. Neither of us has gotten out much this year so far, we've both had a few planned trip cancelled due to bad weather (poor avalanche conditions this year), so we are both pretty out of shape these days. But I do make it climbing at the indoor wall at least once a week, which helps to keep me sane and somewhat fit. Full of admiration for you and Corri, keeping up your running! Sorry we'll not be there to cheer Corri on for this marathon (nor to cheer you on for yours, so to speak).
The kids and I just had a fun afternoon, with 3 other sets of 2 year old twins over to play and stay for dinner. I've nearly recovered from the chaos, and am off to bed. Hope the big day goes ok tomorrow!
Andrea