Second Helpings

No Plans

Life is full of surprises they say and although many of them may not be pleasant ones, we live and learn from them. I never imagined at the age of 62 I would spend my first New Year's eve alone. Don't worry, I don't feel morose or sad about it as to me it's just another day and I never make resolutions or promises I know I can't keep. The relief of knowing hubby has survived a life threatening infection is quite enough to keep my spirits up although I shall of course use the occasion to fill a few glasses.

I've just watched a film on TV called 'Julie and Julia.' My concentration isn't top notch, but I enjoyed it and it got me thinking about blogs and writing. My humble blog here will never make me rich or famous as it did Julie, but once again I find myself praising whatever forces brought me here as without wishing to sound overly dramatic, this blogging business has helped me through so many traumatic moments. My blog isn't the most professional or informative of books out there, but without bragging I do think it must contain some of the most unusual and traumatic of events recorded in the ether. I would never have asked for that, but the very fact I can come here to express whatever it is I'm feeling without judgement or interrogation is a real blessing.

Hubby is now on a regular hospital ward and every day there is progress. On the whole he is doing well considering what the poor man has gone through. There have been some dramatic moments, blips and concerns in the last few days, but nothing compared to the situation this time last week. I hope to write in more detail about all that has happened at some stage as that is my way of coping with things. I'm not a particularly private person and wear my heart on my sleeve. Besides that, the information I'll share could possibly help someone else if they ever found themselves in this situation. Despite the seriousness of it all there have been moments of inappropriate hilarity which I also hope to record here. Humour helps us cope in a bizarre way.

So, the new year is five minutes away here in England. Jools Holland is keeping me company and I shall head for bed once all the fireworks have subsided. My only plans for tomorrow are to start my new Haiku book, inspired by a dear friend on here and to visit the hospital. Other than that...one day at a time.

I wish you all a pleasant evening and peace as another year begins. It isn't the best of starts for my family, but it could have been a hell of a lot worse. I can't promise to change in any dramatic way, but I hope I can be a more gracious, patient and tolerant person for at least a week.