Thursday, August 9

An Award

First up this morning, I want to thank the lovely Bren of Pieces from Me, for the Nice Matters Award she has passed on to me.

Since I can be quite irreverant I feel a bit of a fraud accepting it. I rather like to kick a few sacred cows from time to time, & poke sticks at serious matters.

And I have to confess, I cant seem to get it onto my blog, perhaps someone will offer some advice?

Thankyou Bren. And I will think about who I would like to accpet it from here.


This is a pic of a friend of Leo's. I find it sitting looking quizically at me, in all sorts of places. This time it was on the kitchen floor, looking really puzzled as to how he had got there, & why exactly.

And here he is again, after another roughing up! He looks rather apologetic.
And here is Honey on my chair in the computer room, with the poor lion. Leo is mounting a sneak attack, through the arm of the chair, to retrieve the lion, & Honey was giving her little warning growls.

Leo won! He grabbed the lion & ran off.
And here he is looking so innocent. Butter wouldn't melt.

Really he is in need of a good clipping, but we have been holding off until the weather is a little warmer. Our friend has cut a few clumps out here & there, & so there are some odd little baldy patches. I think at first he was a bit mortified, but he has recovered all his vim & I am sure, thinks he is handsome. Or, more likely, doesnt care, because he knows he is just adored!
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Every morning when I shower under our piddly, water-saving shower head, I curse it, & think, with utter longing, of a small Motel in Opotiki, New Zealand.
Which has a shower with a generous outpouring of hot water, which gushes out with such force, it almost takes hair off your very head! And other items, of your person, I wont mention, that an Aunt of ours commented upon.
We have stayed at said Motel on more than one occasion, & always agree, the hot water is a dream, & the pressure a thing of joy.
The first time I ever stayed there, was when I travelled South with my brother & SIL to attend our father's funeral. It was cold, & we had got a little late setting out for the journey. And of course, we were all a little tense.
And, as luck would have it, as we travelled as fast as we dared, my beloved brother's car got a puncture. It was very cold, dark, & my brother was wearing his good clothes. He got out to examine the damage, & was opening the boot, to access jacks & the spare tyre.
Along came a huge logging truck, fully laden with logs. The driver stopped, & cheerfully jumped down, to see what the problem was. He took a look at my SIL & I, then at my brother in his good clothing, & said he would change the tyre for him.
And as he did so, he chatted to us, & asked why we were going to Optotiki. My brother told him we had to attend a funeral, & he asked whose funeral. My brother told him our father's name. The truckie asked had we known him. My brother replied, "You could say that. He was my father."
Which is sad, because we didnt really know our father very well at all. And it had only been a short time earlier, that my brother had taken his 3 sons to meet our father, their Grandfather, for the first time in their lives. A fact he has always been glad about since.
I have mentioned before, the morning of the funeral, was the first time we got to meet our half siblings. It just seemed so sad, & wrong, that we hadnt met until our father had died. And it seemed even sadder, that neither of his wives attended his funeral.
I know our mother would have liked to be there. In her heart she always loved him as a person. I dont know about his second wife. I think there was bitterness there.
And the gathering afterwards was one of huge sadness to me. There were grotesque moments when people made the most inappropriate remarks. That stung & hurt at the time, but are now the cause of much laughter, between my brother & I. There were also those surreal moments that must occur at all funerals. That could be a post on it's own.
And it was a chance to get to know a little about our siblings, & their partners & children. And we discovered we liked them all, very much. And catch up with relatives we hadnt seen for years.
My father's remaining living brother still lives in that small town & we stayed at that small Motel on our last visit - and the showers are still wonderful!


Chris Isaak, I Wonder.

15 comments:

Muriel said...

Chris Isaak, Crying in the rain. It's a cover, I know, but he does it so sadly. Funerals. Loss and longing. And reconnections. Like weddings (seldom entirely happy) we need them for social weave.

ancient one said...

You deserve an award. I love coming to read your blog. Congrats!!

Stomper Girl said...

And to think, we never used to feel bad about enjoying a nice, hot, long shower!

Joke said...

If it's any consolation, I'm useless at "putting up" those awards, myself.

(Then I come off -- incorrectly! --like an ingrate and the world scowls at me.)

-J.

bluemountainsmary said...

long hot showers - bizarre now that they were just so thoughtlessly taken at least once a day. Funerals - haven't been to many. My own father's. That was enough.

Bren said...

Your ability to "poke sticks" in way that makes it look appealing, is why I named you for the award. I think only you can get away with it Meggie!!

meggie said...

M, I love Chris Isaak singing almost anything at all!
Ann, Thankyou.
Stomper, I would bet there are many 'saver' shower heads dumped quietly!
J.I have been given instructions. I will have to see if I can put the into use!
Mary, Yes funerals are so necessary, but so difficult, if you are related to the departed- in fondness.
Bren, I will try your advice, re the award. Thankyou.

Henri said...

Meggie - That same Aunty and I got to use that same shower for several nights, once more , earlier this year -- It still has the pressure and ability to almost tear off the appendages ! The water is still wonderfully hot too. Good value for money indeed.
I often think of that truckie too - a decent bloke for sure .
As always it was wonderful to cstch up with the family , although the time went all too quickly .

Henri said...

Cstch ??? catch of course

joyce said...

Congratulations on your award. Hopefully it will find it's way to your sidebar. I love hotel showers. We have low pressure and hard water. Nuff said. We stopped at one hotel in Saskatchewan that had a steam bath component to the shower. It was wonderful after a day of driving. That was years ago so it may be gone by now.

Angie said...

Meggie, you continue to delight me with your posts that just draw me in to the last word...you really do deserve an award! :> I'm been a bit MIA the last week or so and am just now catching up a bit with my blog friends. Had a wonderful laugh over that imp Leo and his shenanigans. I must say I'm really sorry about your Morning Glory...I'm telling you, I think it's a 'man' thing!!!! I have to constantly warn Randy away from certain areas outside...but glance out the window and there he is hacking away in an area he should not be in. *sigh* What's one to do??? :D Love to you and the pups, my friend!

Joni said...

I too am having trouble getting onto my blog. I finally deleted some of my sidebar crap. I hope it will help in the future.

Little dogs and their stuffed toys always cracks me up!

Ian Lidster said...

Congratulations on your obviously deserved award. And, like you, I hate frugal showers. The worst one we had in that regard was down near your part of the world, on Rarotonga. But, since water there is at a premium, it was understandable.
Ian

Ragged Roses said...

Congrats on the award - it's well deserved. I just clicked and dragged on the Nice Matters photo and put it onto my desktop and then loaded it as usual onto my post - does that make sense?! Love your dogs. Such a sad story about your father's funeral.
Kimx

Isabelle said...

As usual, a very thought-provoking post. As you may remember, my father died in April, and though I'd lived with him (and my mum) till I was 24 and then never lived more than a mile from him all my later life, he was such a different person from me that I never felt I really understood him on any deep level. Which is a bit of a regret.