Happy Friday, everyone!
For the last few weeks, I’ve been writing three happy/positive things in my journal each day, in a bid to help with my anxiety , and generally make the world seem like a better place. Here are three of the things I wrote down this week…
01. Fresh bedsheets
One of the more frustrating aspects of the methotrexate treatment I’ve been having is that, although I haven’t been feeling physically unwell (Or not for the past couple of weeks, anyway), the hospital tells you not to do anything too physical – including housework – until the hormone levels have returned to normal. Now, I don’t really think doing a spot of hoovering or whatever would’ve been a huge risk, but they quite literally made me sign something saying I was aware I wasn’t to do any housework, and Terry insisted I follow that advice to the letter, so he’s been in charge of cleaning for the past few weeks, poor soul. I have to say here that Terry has been AMAZING about this, and has patiently tolerated all of my very detailed instructions on how exactly I like the house to be run, but I have never been more proud of him than I was last week, when I came out of the shower to find that he’d not only made the bed, he’d also managed to arrange every one of the cushions and pillows in the correct order. I mean, what a guy, right?
(This was particularly impressive as he’d changed the sheets the day before, and I’d taken the opportunity to add a bunch of extra pillows, plus a new bedspread I’d just bought. It was a real challenge for a man who just doesn’t understand the need for SO. MANY. PILLOWS., but I have to say, I was impressed with his effort…)
02. My dad’s igloo cake
A couple of years ago, my dad made an amazing sponge cake shaped like an igloo, which we ate on Boxing Day. (Er, I should add here that the business Terry and I own is called Hot Igloo Productions, so that’s not quite as random as it might sound…) We enjoyed it so much that this year he made us another one: it was just as delicious, although obviously I had some issues about eating the little creatures which accompanied it…
03. Old home movies
(Yeah, this is a photo of Christmas gifts, not home movies, but hey, it’s Christmas, folks, cut me some slack here. Also, I quite liked my wrapping theme this year, so…)
Terry and I have been nagging my parents for years now to convert all their old home movies, which are mostly on ancient VHS video tapes, to a more modern format, so we don’t lose them all forever: you know, like how I almost lost the memory card for my Go Pro earlier this year? Ahem. Anyway, the problem with this was that my parents’ VCR stopped working around the time VCRs stopped being a ‘thing’, and they’re now surprisingly expensive to buy, given that no one actually makes them any more. Anyway, this week, spurred on by the miraculous return of the aforementioned memory card (and, OK, some serious nagging from me and Terry…), my dad finally picked up a replacement VCR (Yes, I know there are services which do this for you, but there are so many tapes to convert it was cheaper just to buy a second-hand VCR…), and we spent a bit of time on boxing day looking back at some of the old footage, which we hadn’t been able to see in years. The tape we picked was one from when Rubin was a puppy, so it was really fun to watch, and although it DID make me want another puppy, the fact that Rubin himself had just pooped on the floor the day before made it fairly easy for Terry to talk me out of it, so no puppy for us. Good times, though, guys, good times…