Wednesday, 28 November 2007

Eight Happy Thoughts

I am feeling happy at the moment, so it seems the right time to put together my eight happy thoughts for Cottage Smallholder, who tagged me.

Here are the rules:

Link to the person who tagged you. Then post these rules before your list, and list 8 happy things about yourself. At the end of your list, tag and link 8 other people.

I won't be tagging but please do this if you feel like it.

8 happy thoughts

1. A general feeling of contentment, not felt for some years, now pervades at least some of my days, some of the time.

2. My musical reawakening. Having not been able to listen to music for so long, discovering all these bands I knew nothing about is just fantastic. And I'm turning up the volume, little by little.

3. Time spent with a true and faithful friend. She understands what isolation feels like, has recovered from a multitude of health troubles herself and is in a position to be very supportive on a regular basis of late. We were playing Scrabble recently and I needed to know if 'cak' was a word. Well I know it's a word, but you know what I mean. A real Scrabble word. It wasn't in the dictionary. But then I spotted, and yelled out "Cake!" It was hilarious at the time. And I nearly beat her. With bigger words than cake.

4. Tonight I completed a second beautiful batch of Christmas plum conserve, delicately spiced with cinnamon, ginger and cloves. Rich purple in hue, it's been one of my favourites to make...largely because it is very, very easy indeed. Still planning a cooking and recipe post, so maybe it'll feature.

5. My pottery class. Attendance is sporadic, and I started half way through but it's a 'drop-in when you feel up to it' affair run by the NHS. I'm making things to hang from a tree in the garden, and my son has requested a gnome. If I were skilled enough, I'd make a Heston Blumenthal.

6. Emotional freedom. No longer feeling fettered, oppressed. Exploring freedom, daring to express myself. Wearing different clothes, jewellery even. Still can't be arsed with make-up though. Never was that into it as I recall so it's not an ill thing.

7. My son and I say "I love you" every day. Yeah, okay. But it's as part of bedtime as warm milk and cleaning of teeth.

8. is ace. I'm off there now. Thank you Fluttertongue for introducing me to this totally addictive and brilliant site.

Many bloggers I know are having a rough patch at the mo, and I know I couldn't have done this even a couple of weeks ago as I was feeling very upset, so this is just me saying hey, if I can be happy sometimes then I hope it's catching ;-)


Cottage Smallholder said...

Even though it is late and I am tired tonight, I sat up to wait for your post when I saw that you had taken up the challenge.

All I can say is that it was well worth the wait. Thank you. Your happiness brushed off on me.

seahorse said...

Thank you so much, I think it's lovely that you waited up. Spread a little happiness as they say :)

fluttertongue said...

I'm very glad all these things are making you happy. I did a pottery class a long time ago and I loved getting all dirty and throwing around the clay to get the lumps out. I was singularly awful at making anything but fortunately that wasn't too much of a big deal. I'm incredibly impressed by your preserve making. Though I've never attempted I've often watched my Mum or Nan going through the process of getting it to just the right temperature or trying not to make everything, including me, sticky.

seahorse said...

Yes, making preserves leads to dreadful mess that invariably I am too knackered to clear up. Hot water and lemon juice soon sorts it though.