Aaand it’s Friday again. Can you believe how quickly Fridays seem to arrive? Or is that just me being old and weird?
Well we’re here to find out what I’ve learned this week and I’ve learned a lot…
I’ve learned that although I’m scared stupid of spiders, I’m not scared of Dragonflies. In fact, I’m SO not scared of them that I tried to collect up and save the life of a Dragonfly who’d popping into my craft room, through the open window. I was trying to be so very careful with him and not hurt his little wings or anything – but I was being too careful and so couldn’t catch him. In the end I called on Mr.Cobs to come and help, as I was concerned that he could end up not being able to get out and then I’d find his little body, lifeless, on the windowsill … and then I’d feel a huge sense of guilt, for ever and ever, that I hadn’t tried harder.
Mr.Cobs thankfully managed to guide him to the open window where he neatly popped out and flew away. (The dragonfly flew away, not Mr.Cobs. I think Mr. Cobs would have great difficulty getting off the ground).
I learned that the ampersand (in the picture above and here: &) has a most fascinating history. It first came to light over 2,000 years ago! Now that alone was enough to turn my eyes into the size of saucers. I mean to say … look at that funky shape (above) … that isn’t something which you perhaps would have expected to be around over 2,000 years ago. But there’s more: … It started out as the Latin word: et – which meant ‘and’. But because of the way Latin was written (all curls and flicks) the ‘e‘ and the ‘t‘ sometimes looked as if they were as one letter, which was the beginning of the ampersand ‘&’.
BUT … the actual name ‘ampersand‘ didn’t exist until around the 1830’s, when ‘&’ was (would you believe it ..) … the 27th letter of the alphabet! WHO KNEW?! The ‘&’ mark ended the alphabet like this: ‘X .. Y .. Z .. and per se and‘ (and=&) – and since ‘and per se’ meant: ‘and by itself’ … this final phrase ‘and per se’ was lazily mumbled and stumbled over by English school children when they were reciting the alphabet, it was, through use of the mumbled English, eventually re-born as ‘ampersand’.
(If you say the original ‘and per se and’ out loud a few times until your mouth gets used to saying it, you can eventually ‘hear’ how you could slur it, as a bored child would do when being made to recite the alphabet for the fourth time, and make it sound like ‘ampersand’)
I’ve also learned this week that a picture very much like this little picture (below) hit just the right spot in me and spoke to me like it was the Lord talking gently over my shoulder, into my ear:
My incredible, amazing, the funshine of my life, Grandson, Little Cobs, has developed an all-encompassing love of his teddy bear over the summer (school) holidays, and that teddy bear travels everywhere with him. From morning till night, that little bear is carted around like it’s tied to him. His mummy (our daughter) sent a text message to her father (Mr. Cobs) asking if he could make a bed for ‘Round‘ (the name of Little Cobs teddy bear. I know! Round! I have no idea why either, but that’s the name Little C. gave the bear and we know better than to question it). I said I’d design it, and Mr. Cobs could make it. But until it’s made we sorted out a lightweight (so easy to pick up and carry for a small boy), plastic (but that flexible plastic which you can bend – so that it won’t break) box, which I donated from my craft room, as a bed for ‘Round’, and when Little Cobs came to visit for the day on Wednesday this week, I told Little C that I would make a pillow and bed throw (duvet) for Round so that she (oh yes, ‘Round’ is a girl, I think I forgot to say that) .. so that Round would have a comfy pillow to rest her head and a lovely bed throw to cover herself up with so that she was snuggly in her bed.
Mr. Cobs lifted my sewing machine from its sewing bag and set it down on the table for me, . . . and as I sat cutting some material to make the throw … I became aware of a performance over to my right, coming from the living room. I stopped what I was doing to see Little Cobs fighting his way through the living room with one of the chairs from his drawing table. …. huff, puff, huff …. He was rather firmly informing Grandad that NO, he didn’t need any help, he could do it himself! So Mr. Cobs opened the door wider so that Little C could manly bring in his own chair to sit and keep me company as I sat sewing bed ‘stuff’ for Round. (Keep in mind that this little boy has cerebral palsy which affects his walking and co-ordination, and his articulation of words to some degree, and you’ll understand why seeing him struggling purposefully with this chair made my heart sing). It was right then, as I looked at the little man now sat to my right, that I realised I couldn’t have a more perfect moment than those few seconds. Here was this tiny scrap, sat on a chair a quarter of the size of mine, keeping me company and watching me sew and make things for his beloved bear, as he sat hugging said bear and waited for the magic to happen. In that moment I knew that I LOVED what I am able to do. I love that I can craft. That I can paint, stamp and colour things with him. I love that I have a pile of stuff in my craft room which is just for him. I love that there is a huge jar filled with all manner of wonderful craft goodies, which he’s seen and knows is sat waiting until this Saturday when he and I are going to have a crafting day, just Grammy and Little Cobs.
And I loved and gave thanks, in that very moment, that I knew enough about sewing dolly and teddy things from when our girls were young, to quickly make a quilted bed throw and soft, squishy pillow for Round the Bear, who has a fluffy heart on her bottom, and holds my grandsons heart in her paw.
Hello God, it’s me again. Please don’t let him lose Round, for he will be inconsolable if he ever does. Thank you.
When I had finally finished sewing, and cut off all the loose threads, I gave the new bedding to Little Cobs and helped him put them in Rounds temporary bed, with Round tucked up snuggly, like a bear should be. He gazed at the bed throw and touched it gently. Feeling how soft and squishy it was and then he looked at me in a way which I hadn’t seen him look at me before. I saw that his little brain was trying to work out something that he hadn’t noticed before – that being that his Grammy obviously had a magic wand and was a witch who could magic up wondrous things he’d never dreamed of. I’m dreading him coming on Saturday and asking me to make him a full size Racing Car. There’s only so far that my magic can stretch to. I’m great with ‘swish and flick’ for small things … but anything big requires Harry Potter himself! lol
And finally …
I’ve learned that I care more deeply about the blogging friends I’ve made here than I realised.
I received a message from a blogging friend who I ‘met’ when I first began blogging (2 years ago). I clicked to follow her, she clicked to follow me, and so it went on. We would read each others blog posts and comment, like you do. Then … she posted a blog post on June the 30th this year in celebration of being married to her husband for 50 years! I can tell you that this surprised the heck out of me – and told myself that I’d obviously read it incorrectly because I ‘knew’ she couldn’t be anywhere near 50 years old! She was too vibrant, too ‘with it’, too …. aw – just TOO. No way could she have been married for 50 years! However, when I checked with her, she told me that yes indeed, she and her wonderful husband had been married for 50 years! (You could have knocked me down with a feather! I was SO surprised).
Then, last week, I heard from Beverly after a period of ‘quiet’ (I’d noticed a lack of posts on her blog for about a month, but guessed that they may be away on a summer holiday or off seeing relatives).
Last week Beverly commented on a post on the blog here and told me that she had something to tell me and she would tell me later. True to her word, she came back and told me that she has lost her husband a few short weeks after their 5oth Wedding Anniversary. He’d had a fatal heart attack. When I read the message I felt like someone had placed a hand around my throat and was holding it in a tight grip. I couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breathe properly and neither could I make this news register with my brain. This surely couldn’t be correct. It COULDN’T be. They’d only just celebrated their anniversary.
I read that message three times, and on the third reading I had to read it out loud so that I could be sure that I was understanding what I was reading. And then … I didn’t understand why. Why was this man taken? What exactly was the ‘plan’ here? How could it be that there were really bad people left alive and roaming the planet, killing people, blowing them up, and causing so much heartache, anguish and pain, and yet, here was this man, a wonderful husband to Beverly and father to their children, taken – without warning. Why? I don’t understand the plan.
Hello God, it’s me again. I don’t understand. Forgive me. I know you have a plan and that it’s probably a great plan, but sometimes I have to admit that I wonder why some things happen, when there are, to me, more obvious things that could have happened which surely would make the world a better place. Aw, I know I probably don’t know what I’m talking about … but you know how I like to run these things past you when I can’t figure them out for myself. Thank you for listening. ~ me. x
I’ve always known that I develop a feeling of ‘caring’ for people I get to know via my blog here. The ‘comments’ facility is such a wonderful thing. I get to know people because of it, and more often than not, we get to have a bit of a giggle together.
And … if one of you doesn’t post for a while then you’ll no doubt find me putting a comment on your blog saying hello and trying to make sure that everything in your world is groovy.
This heartbreaking loss which Beverly is coping with, has shown me exactly how much I care for all of my blogging friends. Don’t get me wrong – I knew I cared … I care enough to go up and down my list of blogs that I follow, every month, in order to look for names of people who I haven’t heard from for a few weeks and will pop to their blog and leave a message saying hello. But I didn’t realise how much I cared. I do now.
I’ve learned a lot this week.
And now … it’s your turn my friend(s). Tell me, in the ‘comments’ facility, what you’ve learned this week. Let’s turn this into a mutual learning experience.
Don’t think you have to use the comments to ‘comment on a post’ – any post. You can use the comments simply because you have something you wanted to say. You can chat away to your hearts desire. If you have a problem and need to off-load it, then you’re very welcome to do so. It can be a craft thing, a worldly thing, a ‘which dress to wear’ thing …. a heart thing … any thing. If you want to talk about ‘it’ then go for it. I think the ‘Comments’ should be re-named. Not sure what to … maybe you have a suggestion?
Sending you my love and good wishes for a wonderful weekend my friends. Be safe out there. Oh … and make memories. Days are made for you to make memories.
Thanks for coming and sharing a coffee with me. I love seeing you here. Have a truly blessed rest of your day,