You get a whole lot of time to actually catch up on stuff.
And it may not be things that you feel are necessarily important or even life-serving…
It can be something as simple as working out how to use Insta stories.
This thing has been bugging me for months now. Insta. In particular, insta stories, and the potentially and definitely mammoth amount of filters and options and links and tags and what have you that you can add onto them.
They’ve left me confused for so long, but yet I haven’t really tried to learn it either.
The Insta youtube tutorial. Oh yeah, I am such a dag right now.
But now, I KNOW! I’m a dag that knows!
I posted my first insta stories tonight, and even created a new Highlights reel on my page, woo hoo!
If you wish to check out what all my fuss is about (and see my stories, i.e. it’s food!) look up @smikgwriter
The first half of my weekend was amazing… and honestly, the second half was meant to be good too.
We went shopping today to get some much needed Christmas gifts ticked off our list.
We got some stuff… there is still quite a bit to go…
But my recurring pains meant the day was not as happy-go-lucky as I’d expected.
Like I do all the time on this blog, I tried really hard to find the positive. And despite not really understanding what the hell is going on, there was some really simple, understated happiness to the day…
Axil Coffee Roasters.
The cafe at Chaddy was so good, we stopped there twice. Once for lunch…
And then after some more shopping, for coffee.
Now, I really should’ve taken the table photo of the coffee, and not just my cap, because honestly, the brownie, doughnut and danish we ordered alongside our 3pm pick-up would have made you DROOOOOOL.
This place brought the goods today. When other things failed, and I was getting down, this cafe hit the mark every time…
It’s turned me into a bit of a robot. I have to maintain an even expression of calm, composure, not over-reacting in any which way to the negative spectrum of things…
Or even the positive side.
But my days are pretty bland right now. I can’t do much. They consist of watching:
Bold and the Beautiful
I can watch any of these multiple times, in any order, totally randomly, simply according to my mood.
And then in between, I’ll throw in a couple (dozen) rounds of wordscapes on my phone.
If I do get confident or get a burst of can-do attitude, that is quickly quashed when I move the right side of my body, or bend over to the mid-way mark, therefore resulting in a sharp shooting pain in my right shoulder.
So back down, I sit.
But tonight, I got brave. And I thought it was the funniest think ever to prank hubbie. I was going through supermarket recipe mags to see which I should keep (a great sitting down, non-moving activity) when I saw a recipe for something that had recently upset his stomach…
With the biggest resolve and seriousness, I swallowed my grin and said “Hubbie! Look at this! Do you want me to make this?”
I pointed to the recipe, then waited as his eyes wafted over the title, catching the look pass his face as his expression went ‘what the?’ then turned to me slowly with an “are you bloody kidding me?” face.
I could not breathe. I clutched my belly, terrified my insides would burst out at any second, trying SO HARD to hold in my stifled breaths of laughter, but yet they came, squeezing out, making me sound like a strangled animal or something.
God it was worth it.
Yes a few things might have broken in the process… But oh well.
I was really surprised to reach the end of today, and find that I felt…
The exact same way I feel after we have one of our big birthday parties.
Only this year was different, right?
What was different…
Firstly, no family, no friends, NO ONE. Just us.
No celebratory birthday outing.
That’s about it.
What was the same though?
The food. We ate most of the day, and felt absolutely stuffed by it all!
The drinks. I went a little ‘woo!’ in my head.
The cakes. The candles.
The music. Freddie! Dancing.
The surprises… for both of us.
The love and well wishes that came from everywhere.
I have to say, my family and friends made sure we felt the love today.
During such a weird time in our lives, when we are going through celebrations and momentous life events without so much as a peep on the radar as to its significance, the people around me reminded us today that we are loved, we are remembered, and also…
That we WILL party really really really really HARD when this passes!
And so, it comes as no surprise that I would be feeling sad it was all over.
For the last little while now, after a pretty long time of not eating any corn chips, I’ve been… treating myself.
Every Friday night. When everyone else is in bed, I pour myself a bowl of delicious, crunchy, tasty corn chips, get comfortable on the couch, with laptop/remote/phone/book all of the above, and I have the best time.
It is oh so simple, but OH SO GOOD.
Why do I pour into a bowl? Well it’s obvious isn’t it. If I ate from the packet I wouldn’t be able to stop. In my teenage years, I have been known to devour an entire packet of corn chips, and no I ain’t talking those little fun size packs either.