tally

A rapid fire tally of events of the last few weeks:

Item of wondrous news: one*
Miles walked around the Ikea vinyl pathway: a marathon
Window panes cleaned: a lot
Posts composed in my head re adoption situation: many
Posts composed outside my head: zero
Curses muttered under breath: also many
Nights in bed by 9.30pm: too many
Days with Betty-head**: 8?
Illustrations made for fairy tale: 12
Tears: a few
Laughs: quite a few
Snow and sleet showers: innumerable
Stuff given away on gumtree: 2
Lady in tank-style, enormous jeep come to collect nasty veneer table: 1


And that is why I have not posted. The idea of seeing this dull and chilly reality reflected back at me from my computer screen was not enticing. And here, at this point in the post, friends, I was going to insert a photo of the slowly reviving garden, as a symbol of hope and regeneration - but, with the rich irony of which the universe is so fond, then it hailed, for a long, long time. The hail bounced around the grass energetically and made me long for Other Long-ago Times and Places. How could I have complained of the heat in Andalucia, for instance, that summer I spent on a horse farm when I was 19? Qué calor, my eye.

So instead let us contemplate this other. less conventional, symbol of spring: The Chitting Potato.

Yes, there it is. It is not chitting at the speed of light, it has to be said. Perhaps, sensibly, it has decided to wait until after the Ice Age.

And that is what has been going on. Next time, possibly even in this millenium, I will update on the adoption saga - the Irish Minister for Children is in India this very week to try to make headway on the inter-country adoptions agreements.

Fingers crossed.

Tell me your tallies?

Till soon then,
T

 * Suzy has arrived, and I am utterly utterly delighted for Valery, and her DP.
** My term for my weird, non-painful but nonetheless wearing and unpleasant ocular migraine.

Comments

[a]

Why don't you come visit me and clean my window panes? I haven't done that in...months? Can't remember.

In my house, a chitting potato (didn't even know there was a term for that until now) is not a sign of spring - but merely a sign that my potatoes have gotten quite old and I should probably throw them away. Interesting.

Wow - two major indications that I lack attention to detail when it comes to my household... I guess that's my tally!

[Hairyfarmerfamily]

*Sends her very best karmic finger-crossings to the Irish Minister for Children* *pauses* Actually, I feel I could do this better if I knew a sex or a face for said Minister. *googles* Ah! Pleasant-faced blonde. Right. I will definitely aim my karmic thoughts to the right one, then!

(I have brief hormonally-linked Betty-heads. That is now their Official term.)

I have my Euro all ready for my fairytales! Very excited! A xxx

[Andie]

Well I must agree wholeheartedly with HFF. Firstly, lots of karmic vibes at nice blonde lady. And I also want one of those fairytales and have euros to shower upon you in return. (Do you know, I actually found $140 EU stuffed in the travel scrabble set just a week or two ago!)

I do have a tally, but actually writing about it is quite another matter. I now feel very guilty that I have not.:)

I am glad to see your post. I was thinking of you.

[Hairyfarmerfamily]

*looks in her travel scrabble*
*disappointment*

[Twangypearl]

Andie, everyone, thank you for thinking of me. Mucho hugs.

Ann - Woe! Where did the yoyos go?

[Womb For Improvement]

Heat. Sun. How I miss it.

I am gagging for an adoption post from you. But I shall remain patient (at least that is what is will seem from my comments, little do you know what goes on the other side of the computer screen!).

[Valery Valentina]

Oohhh, was so hoping for wondrous adoption news! that would be such an excellent reason for you to run through ikea.
Hope this blonde Irish Minister will take some children back, that would speed up the process.
I have painful memories of Indian bureaucracy, and I was only trying to buy a train ticket. My impression was that the paper reality is only marginally linked to actual happening reality. So more action and less paper please.
~Only one or two Betty head evenings here (I was so Betty I couldn't figure out why I could not read any more)
~blogposts in head, yes. wish I could remember more of them...

[Adele]

Ah, Ikea. The sheer hours I have spent on your unnaturally lighted walkways. And each time I swear I will never darken your doors again (nor add another Allen key to my store of thousands) and yet I return. Again and again.

I'm sorry that there has been no movement on the adoption front, and sorry that something far lovelier did not make it onto your tally. (I mind the waiting for you, very much).

I would love to see the fairytale illustrations! I like to think there will be one very soon, about this winter-of-many-eons coming to a hail-free stop. And spring springing forth in a variety of ways.

[Bionic]

Better a chittering potato than a chattering one, I suppose.

The end of winter. It is the worst. Bt like the tomten says, summer will come again. I can't wait to lie around complaining about the heat.

Xo

[bunny]

OH MY GOD THERE'S A NAME FOR THAT THING POTATOES DO!

And this is why it doesn't really matter WHAT you write.

Even I, with my glorious and perfect life, feel dull and chilly. I'm impressed by the 12 whole illustrations. And sorry about the tears, and happy about the laughter. I hear tell that as long as we're still laughing a fair bit, things will be okay.

[Dr Spouse]

Ooh a post! Yay! But no adoption news! Booh!