I dedicate this week’s 10 Things of Thankful to the tragic, cruel, and untimely death of Pinky the flamingo and a dear family loved one far away.
This week It’s my pleasure to be linking up and joining not only the TToT, but also with Kristi from
Finding Ninee and “Finish the Sentence Friday”
and the blessings crew, connected to
1000 Voices Speak For Compassion, #1000Speak.
When it comes to blessings, many have been bestowed upon me in my life. That’s why I continue to write my weekly thankful post, going on fifteen months now.
For a big third birthday and the special little boy celebrating it.
He is such a smart and friendly little boy and my nephew, I’m proud to say.
He received a bunch of superhero themed birthday presents.
The Hulk hands, veins and all, they reminded me of those foam fingers people wave around in the air at sporting events.
They felt a bit odd to some of us, but my nephew loved them and that’s all that matters.
He then proceeded around the yard, bringing his newly formed, giant hands down on chairs, as Hulk, and roaring his mighty displeasure.
For art and those encouraging us to create more of it,
Ivy Walker and her “AUGUST! 30 DAY ART CHALLENGE!”
I am drawn to this challenge and Ivy is one of the good ones, always supportive and hosting an always interesting blog.
I just struggle with not seeing anywhere near to do any sort of visual art in the last several years. I can find blessings, but losing my ability to see colour has been a tough reality to accept.
I will never stop celebrating and appreciating art, in all its forms.
So thank you Ivy, for everything you do.
For my childhood home and my access to it even after I’d moved out and so had my parents.
My sister loved that house so much that she lives there now with her own family.
This means I didn’t have to give up the place where all my early memories were made. I can see it whenever I need a reminder that I am safe, loved, and always welcomed home again.
That I got to meet one of the closest people in the world to my oma while she was alive. That my parents took me to Germany to visit my oma’s cousin, as I’d probably met her several years previous to our trip in 1998 but I could not recall.
RIP Gerti. You are at peace now, with my oma perhaps. If you are, I am certain there are some most excellent talks happening between you two, (half in English and half in German) like the good old days.
That I got to hear the song that means so much to me, one I wrote lyrics for that are very close to my heart, and now have life and breath brought to my words.
After I listened and let it all just sink in, I am dying to share “Decade Adrift” with the world, but I must hold back because it is not complete just yet.
It is still so strange a feeling to hear someone sing words I wrote. I love it though, don’t get me wrong. It’s an incredible feeling actually. I am blessed that anyone at all would use my words in a song, like my brother has, that he’s put so much energy into. Then to hear them sung capably is just the best thing.
For a special Mexican writing workshop discussion on Skype with my writing mentor.
We had one of our hour long Skype conversations, but this time we didn’t just speak about my writing in general, in other areas. We spoke about when I travel to Mexico to attend her multi sensory writing workshop.
She explained how the week will likely go. I listened, leaning in so as not to miss a single detail.
She is making so much happen for me and I owe her so much for that.
For my brothers and their determination and computer knowledge and persistence, for Imgur, and a once more functional wireless keyboard.
Every single time I find myself starting fresh with a different computer, I must set things up the way that works best for me, for my writing and blogging and VoiceOver settings for all of those things.
So, maybe you’ve noticed lately, I have not included photos in any of these posts.
Well, it’s because I’ve had to get used to a new Mail program, updates, and so much more. I struggle with whether or not to include photos at all, as I can’t see them and, unlike words, images are unclear and vague concepts to me now.
It’s nice, however, for most of my readers here, of which can mostly see and do enjoy images. I wanted to get this stuff all straightened out and then, to top it all off, I couldn’t get my keyboard working through BlueTooth anymore.
And so, one trip to visit my brother and with the help of my ever trusty younger sibling, we’re (that’s to say I’m) BACK IN BUSINESS!
My brother discovered I needed something entirely new to me which is a program called Imgur. He, well both my brothers, they are much better at following instructions and all the proper steps to make such changes work properly.
My oma (spoken of above) once gave me a stuffed bear wearing a suit, glasses, and a hat, on a stand. She told me:
“Here’s a man for your bed.”
This was my European grandmother, not realizing the hilarity many would find in that one innocent statement.
Well, now we keep the joke going by saying I need a man, but in this case, for practical everyday reasons – a guy, to help me with all the tedious computer and technology stuff I struggle with.
So, instead of waiting for a man/guy, I have my awesome brothers and their readiness to help me fight through these issues that seem to be never ending.
For an enjoyable day spent out in the back yard, in lovely August weather, with family.
If I am starting to use photos once again, I wish I had certain photo evidence that carrots can, indeed, grow on trees, apple trees to be exact.
A squirrel likely had a carrot in its mouth and left it dangling from the apple tree in my brother’s back yard. He is a photographer, but did not get this as any sort of photographic proof.
But balls were thrown. A dog was pulled along on his leash by an excited little girl. Gardening was discussed. Birthday presents were opened enthusiastically by all involved.
For this most excellent little sighted guide.
She is now at the age where we can play “guess which one of your aunt’s eyes is the real one” and she understands. Not freaky at all, right?
She gives her little left hand to me and her right to my brother and leads us out of the restaurant, all in a bendy row, our white canes out as well, just in case..
**Our Mission is to demonstrate that more awareness needs to take place for visual impairment and blindness.
For the awareness campaigns I am able to take part in, such as
Black Or White
(Just in case you were ever curious.)
Dark or light. It’s neither one nor the other by the way.
These are my thankfuls/blessings in life for this August, 2016 and beyond.
Carry On – Nora Jones
And now I’ve finished, with a song, and now I, Kerry, I will take Nora’s advice and carry on.