I hit publish on this post earlier today. Then happily swanned off to do other things. And I think that somewhere, somehow it got taken to the big blog in the sky. I *may* have been playing with settings on my blog, and there is, I suppose *cough* the possibility that I did something.
But for now, I’d prefer to say “I don’t know what happened”. Maybe Jack did it.
Look at him here, snuggling up to me before he deleted my post. Earning cute points, so that when he deleted it, I would say “Oh, Jack” and give him another cuddle. And write another post. This post.
As I was saying (in my earlier post, which you can’t read because my dog, Jack, deleted it) yesterday I did something different at lunch time. I had Jack with me at the office, because Friday is Puppy Day at my office. Isn’t it everywhere? That’s a thing, right?
When I first started taking Jack into the office, I would hide him when clients came in. Tuck him away safely in the admin area with my team, and hope that he didn’t make any noise while I was in my appointments. Then a few weeks ago, I quite simply forgot that he was there. I went out to reception, greeted my client, and walked into my office with them, ready to sit down and chat.
And there, in the middle of my office, sprawled, fast asleep was Jack. I quickly said “It’s Puppy Day on Fridays. Hope you don’t mind”. My client smiled, bent down and gave Jack a pat, before sitting down to start our discussions.
We got on with our talking. Jack got on with his sleeping.
And ever since, it’s been Puppy Day on Fridays. I’m loving seeing what having a pet in the room does to my clients. Yesterday I was meeting with a client. A big straight talking guy who works in the mining industry. You know the sort. I had to pop out of my office to copy something. When I came back, he had Jack on his lap, and was talking to him in that silly voice we all have pre-programmed in us for babies and pets. He gave me a silly grin when I got back to the room. It was a lovely moment to connect. And connection helps. In every arena.
At lunch time yesterday, rather than just eating at my desk as I usually do, I thought I would take Jack for a walk. We walked down the road, and not even one block away, was a little timber jetty built out over a creek. Jack promptly lay down in the shade, and I thought “why not”. So I did to. I lay down, completely flat, with my back on the timber slats, with ducks and geese swimming below us, and I looked up at the sky. Watching the clouds. Not really thinking, just watching and breathing and listening.
Beautiful, hey. I felt just like I was floating in those clouds. Floating in the possibilities of life. Knowing that things will always change, always move, sometimes get heavier and thicker, sometimes get light and thin and sometimes disappear completely.
It was a lovely interlude in an otherwise ridiculously busy day. And things are about to get even more ridiculous. The end of year run has begun. I can feel it.
And of course, I’m in the midst of my crazy writing madness. I’m at day 10 of NaNoWriMo for 2012, and at 20,000 words. I’m now getting used to a day that starts early (like there’s a 4 in the alarm time) and heading out the front of our home to write. Sometimes I have a cup of tea, most days I don’t. It’s just me, the laptop, and the click click clicking on the keyboard as I let the story of my characters unfold. Because I’m pantsing it (that’s the official term for those who have no plan and are just writing by the seat of their pants) I still don’t know what’s going to happen to my characters. So it’s kind of fun!
Usually by the time I’m finished my words for the day, there is someone opening the front door, and saying in a sleepy voice “what are you doing Mum?”.
Because this is my blog, and I can, here is the update on the healing of the foot injured in the inability to safely climb out of bed incident of 2012. It’s now unattractively looking dirty, all the time. Black bruises? Who knew? I tried yoga this week, and although I couldn’t do everything, it was great to be back.
I hope that you are having fun with the possibilities that you are floating with, because I sure am right now. I have no idea what will show up. I just make sure that I do. That I show up, facing in the direction of my choosing, towards a better tomorrow for all.
And here is my little tribute, an opportunity for use all to pause and to reflect. Tomorrow, 11th November, is Remembrance Day. A day for us all to stop with our busy-ness for just one minute, at 11am, and to honour the memory of those who have died in war. There are poppies for Remembrance Day. And a red necklace for my Grandad. I bought that necklace for my Grandad’s funeral. Red was his favourite colour.
My Grandad, Hedley Barker, died on the 11th of November 2009. On Remembrance Day. We remember, Grandad xxx