“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”
Think this quote has been taken to mean “taxes” more recently, but I like to take the entire quote at its original wording.
Okay, so it’s more snow than rain around here at the moment. Lousy April Fools’ joke if you ask me. That was two days ago you know!
I don’t have a lamb or a lion, but Lumos is still a feline. I’d hoped to have a humorous shot of him to include here, but I seem to have misplaced it.
From the sounds of things around here this week, lots of regulars with the TToT are having trouble coming up with 10 T’s. Mine are to follow, minus any photos this week I’m afraid. Ooh, except for one…because we were celebrating him this week. It was taken back at Christmas, but you get the idea.
As for the TToT, some are borrowing thankfuls from other members. I am scrambling, somewhat and after a week of feeling sick, for mine, but here goes nothing.
For Patty Duke.
She died this week, but she is remembered, for me, as Helen Keller, plus all her work as a mental illness advocate.
For my younger brother’s existence, while celebrating his birthday.
He’s the best brother anyone could ask for, one hell of a musician, and the strongest person I’ve ever known.
Can’t believe this is the final year of his twenties. Due to some extremely unforeseen events since his previous birthday, we came close to losing him, or at least the “him” we’ve become so accustomed to.
On this birthday of his in particular, I am thankful for the brother I know, better than nearly anyone else.
For organ donation and the newest friend to receive a new lease on life.
My brother has had this gift given and is making the most of it for the last three years now, but now it’s been another person’s turn.
My family have known her and hers since she was only a few years old and since I was first diagnosed with kidney disease. It’s been twenty years, in fact, since our families met.
She has gone through more than many people, a lot in her life, and she is finally free after years of endless dialysis treatments.
The whole organ donation thing is, I fully acknowledge, a touchy subject. If you’ve never known someone who was truly in need, you can’t possibly understand what it means to be free of machines and fatigue and fear.
I struggle because it means someone lost their life. I don’t celebrate that. I only see the good that can come from something so awful. I will forever be torn, even though my brother and myself have and will probably benefit from organ donation more in the years to come, barring major medical advancements.
For a lovely walk, fresh air, after being sick and cooped up for what felt like days.
It was growing dark and all it was was a short walk down the block in my parent’s neighbourhood. My nephew loved tossing stones into the water that had accumulated there.
The wind was biting, but it was also refreshing. I needed the air to flood my recently so stuffy lungs.
For not being sick anymore.
I was sick and tired of all the aches, coughing, and the monster.
Ozzy Osbourne sings a line in one of his songs that I love about “being sick and tired of being sick and tired” and this is not totally gone away from my life, but after a bad cold finally vacates my body, I am often able to realize how happy I am to have one less thing to deal with.
For the return of my normal voice.
It sounded, for a few days there, as if a monster had taken over my body, specifically my vocal cords.
I hope to finally have another violin lesson. Unforeseen events, my feeling unwell, these have resulted in me only getting one lesson this past month or so. Not cool.
For old memories, nostalgia, and endless laughter.
The Things I’ve Seen and Heard
My brother and I listened to old tapes he is digitalizing. All the laughter was hard on my body, after the cold, but it also felt nice, like shaking off cobwebs in the corners of a room that has been shut up to the open for too many consecutive days.
For the passing of yet another April Fools’ Day, for another year.
I am the first one to advocate for more humour in the world, as was one of my 10 from last week, but the day set aside for jokes and pranks is more of a nuisance than a laugh for me now.
I am highly gullible. Although a lot of the jokes played by and on me in person were a thing of my youth, now it’s all on Facebook. So much so, that I may stay off of Facebook entirely next April 1st.
For baseball starting up for the 2016 season.
Today was the first season game and Toronto won!!! Keep that up boys.