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TToT: A Pile of Sleeping Sharks – Idiots and Animals, #10Thankful

“Isolation offered its own form of companionship: the reliable silence of her rooms, the steadfast tranquility of the evenings. The promise that she would find things where she put them, that there would be no interruption, no surprise. It greeted her at the end of each day and lay still with her at night.”

—From “The Lowland” by Jhumpa Lahiri


Recently, I’ve only wanted to stay home with my cat. Maybe I really am becoming a cat lady.

I’m so sick of the idiots (and worse) in this world. There is so much immaturity and lack of care or concern for other people. Animals are where it’s at.

All I wanted was an enjoyable visit with family, but I was the one who didn’t choose to leave my phone at home that day, the day of rallies and violence in Charlottesville, Virginia.

Ten Things of Thankful

I’m thankful that my brother’s band got back together, to practice for a gig, by playing in my basement once more.

It was all the songs I love, those I became so familiar with after months of hearing them in my basement.


Secrets Revealed

This is a photo of their set list from the show the other night. My brother wrote it out in braille. They thought their fans might like to see. My brother didn’t really need it. He had the list memorized already.

I’m thankful to join in with a friend in a worthy cause.

He wants to start a branch of the National Federation of the Blind/Canadian Federation of the Blind in Ontario. The one currently going is out west only.

The biggest organization for the blind in Canada is still the CNIB (Canadian National Institute of the Blind) and yet it isn’t enough. It isn’t fulfilling all the needs, according to us, the ones who are in need of the service.

This sounds like a lot of work, but my friend sounds up for the job and I want to do what I can.

I feel so helpless with so much going on. I need to be able to do something good.

I’m thankful for peaches and ice cream for my nephew’s birthday.

I may have had both a small sundae and then a small cone.

Fresh peaches are the best part of August. When you mix that with my favourite vanilla soft serve, I am in paradise.

For the birthday, we did things backwards: ice cream first and then dinner. Dinner was pizza anyway.

My nephew is still grasping the concept of what a birthday is. He isn’t overly interested in why people sing and light candles, depending on the day. You say Happy Birthday to him and he says it back to you, like it’s a greeting. He makes me smile with his total innocence. I need more of that to fight the overwhelming stress and gloom that often threatens to bring me down.

I’m thankful for a mild night out on a patio, listening to some relaxing music, until the rain came.

A friend of ours was playing at a local restaurant. We got through ordering drinks and appetizers before the rain started up.

Until that point, I was enjoying the guitars, both with his singing and as instrumentals.

I’m thankful for all the amazing art my niece made at art camp.

She is artistic, like her father. She is the little girl who loves to create things. She reminds me of myself at that age.

She is a natural at making things.

They made letters for their first names out of crystals and jewels. She showed me an ocean in a jar, made with water and oil and food colouring. She made a polar bear mask. She tie dyed a pillow and made another pillow, so soft and with many knots around the edges instead of sewing.

At this camp there was something called the splatter paint room. Nothing but bright colours, paint splattered all over the floor and walls. You can go wild, make as much of a splatter mess of colour as you want, and it’s all okay.

I thought, since I am so bad at interior decorating for my own house, even though I can no longer see colours: why not make myself a splatter paint house?

Her love and pride for the things she made, as she was showing us, made me miss colour, art, and made me so happy for her and so proud to be her aunt.

I am thankful for the bottle of water my newly four-year-old nephew gave me when I said I was looking for something to drink.

He just opened the fridge and got it for me.

He is the master of his fridge and his home at this age and it is so sweet to witness.

I am thankful for what a thoughtful little sweetheart he is.

He told us, the moment we arrived, that he wanted to get his mother some flowers. He had previously told his dad that he was “thinking” about getting her some flowers.

He’s been thinking about this. It constantly amazes me, the kind of kids they are, and the sorts of things they think about, before deciding to share with the grownups in their lives.

I am thankful for the Max Mix.

My brother is a music fan and he has a lot of it himself. When he noticed my nephew had a love of music, he made him a mix of all the songs my nephew seemed to love.

He remembers lyrics and loves to sing in the car. He is so cool, cooler than me anyway.

I am thankful for a beautiful day to sit outside for a five-year-old’s birthday party.

People gathered, kids running and playing, while I sat and had a cool drink.

They have a big yard, the yard we had as children, and so much room to run and play games.

It wasn’t too hot. It wasn’t humid. The air was perfectly summery and pleasant.

I’m thankful for his amazing little mind and imagination.

My nephews are both so smart. He knew people were coming and he worked on a show to perform for us, all week long. He prepared a screen with a border, like a TV, but when we were all outside, he set it up like a play or puppet show, using chairs as the stage.

It was a form of fan fiction with his favourites: Littlefoot (from Land Before Time), a T Rex, and Curious George.

It turned out to be this whole epic adventure story and it all came from him.

Desired Consolation – Bjork

Basically, it was the kids that kept me sane this week. Then I think of Bjork’s question in the song: How am I going to make things right?

I wonder if I can. What that will look like, I do not know, but I have to try something.

The woman who was mowed down was nearly my age. What made her come out, to such a place, on that day?

“If you’re not outraged you’re not paying attention.”

—Heather Heyer

RIP Heather


12 thoughts on “TToT: A Pile of Sleeping Sharks – Idiots and Animals, #10Thankful

  1. Kristi says:

    So, are you going to splatter paint your house?
    It is easy to be overwhelmed by the evil in the world, but we must remember that as we go about doing good in whatever way we can, and stand up for what is right, we can make a difference.

  2. oh man! totally you gots to do the splatter paint decor thing.

    as to the external world, it does seem that just when you think they’ve gone and run past the line of unreasonable, someone (making sure everyone is watching them) steps over the line.
    Some people live for attention. The thing that makes this idea difficult for normal people is that it is attention (these people crave), not necessarily positive attention, attention.
    Bad, good, hate, love, it’s (somehow) all the same to them.
    There’s and old saying about scotts (not that I’m saying that any world leader in particular is a scott), “a scott alone in a room, isn’t.”
    (loved the post title.)

    • We all look for some sort of attention, at one time or another. Some go way too far. We could all stand for a lot more attention for things like splatter paint and less for hate and ignorance.

  3. What a delightful post Kerry. Right from the get go 🙂 (I’m w/Clark. Love the post title)
    Very cool your brother got the band back together and how fun they practice in your basement:)
    It’s a birthday! You can do things however you want, ice cream first, pizza last, all up to little birthday boy (and maybe the parental personages lol)
    Your niece does sound very creative! Hm…you might want to seriously consider going all Jackson Pollock on your house….but your neighbors might not appreciate the artistic homage 😀 Wait! you talking inside the house or outside?!
    Thank you for sharing Kerry.

  4. I love your list of thankfuls. And it’s frustrating – really frustrating – what’s going on in the world. But, at the end of this dark tunnel, I think we’ll have a more tolerant, compassionate society. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
    The animals. They just do their thing, don’t they? They make life so interesting.
    It’s incredible what your brother’s band is doing. On so many levels. The world needs changemakers like him and you to remind us that there is good and we can bring about good things.
    And there’s nothing so sweet as delicious ice cream, no? On the worst of days, bless the soul who invented that stuff, because sometimes some gooey ice cream is the only thing that will make it better. 🙂
    Sending you hugs. Hope you’ve been well. And RIP to Heather. ❤

  5. Hi Kerry! I am home and finally catching up on TToT posts. It’s good to see you here! I could so relate to the quote at the top about living in isolation. I tend to love the quiet, the order, the certainty of time and space alone. Quiet is a precious gift in this noisy world. Being a cat lady is kind of fun I think, my daughter says I’ve crossed over the line to become one with the three feral kitties in addition to our four inside. Note that she also has three of her own, and would have more if she could. 🙂

    A splatter paint room sounds wonderfully fun… and very therapuetic. Maybe offices should have them! 🙂 Peach icecream, mmmm, that definitely says summer, a taste treat to drool over!

    Your brother sounds like such a sweetie, and thoughtful too! I loved seeing their set list in braille. It teaches others a little bit about his world. Your plan to assist with starting a National Federation of the Blind branch in Ontario is wonderful, something you can contribute that will make a difference!

    The never-ending horrors of current events weigh on us all, but then I listen to your stories about the sweet children in your life/family and I see that as a kind of renewal… a promise that life is still good and there is still hope for the future. Sometimes it is truly better to step away from the news a bit. We need to remain aware and informed and we need to care, but 24/7 inundation is depressing us all. Rather I wish they would focus on what we can do and should do that is positive to effect changes we want to see!

    Have a peaceful weekend ahead with many reasons to smile! XOXO

    • Welcome back.

      I think one cat is enough for me, but then I hope he isn’t too lonely. I’m not so sure my dog does the trick. I can’t tell if they are friends or only tolerating each other.

      I want to produce change, but then I go and miss the first Canadian Federation of the Blind planning meeting. So much going on, on my mind.

      Thanks for your thoughts on this post.

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