For You, Daddy!

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

Silver Threads Among The Gold

 

 

 

 

 

 

This song is one of many Daddy sang when he played the guitar. It is also a piece I learned to play on the piano when I was 8.

 

 

Of all the YouTube offerings, I chose this one because the scratchy vinyl took me back to my childhood and our well preserved gramophone.

 

This post has nothing to do with that song, but towards the end (of this post), I have used the words ‘Silver’ and ‘Gold’ because they mean something in this post.

 

 

Let’s go for the gold … and silver, shall we?

 

 

D’ya remember I ended my last post,

Thank You

https://foryoudaddy.wordpress.com/2014/03/01/thank-you/

with this, um, cliffhanger?

 

The ‘All of you’ at the bottom of the sheet are not, um, any of you who happen to read this post.

 

So who am I speaking to?

 

What kind of lame#ss jerk would I be if I didn’t keep you hanging until my next post by answering your question with one of my own?

 

 

So we are now at the aforementioned “next post” and here’s what the … oooh, secrecy was all about.

 

 

From the day Mum fell, through her hospitalisation and recovery at home, I kept our family and friends abreast of Mum’s condition with newsletters via e-mail. I may not have a Facebook account or one on any social medium, but I’ll be d#mned if I can’t be in people’s faces with the goings on in my life. 😉

 

 

The following text in brown is an excerpt from the last newsletter I sent out to my family and friends; when Mum was well and truly all grown up. I mean, when she kicked her walking cane to the curb and began speeding along on her own steam.

 

 

For you. And you. And you.: I mean, All of you.   

A message for y'all!

A message for y’all!

 

 

 

 

From Her Heart: Not just the bottom, but her whole heart.

With gratitude and appreciation.

 

 

 

This second attempt is a more clear shot of the scroll that Mum’s holding in the first picture. I’m still pants at taking photographs, and I did not realise I needed to be closer to Mum for you to read, um, my artwork. Look at the camera flash in the mirror? I’m not even amateur level. Oh, and how about my matchstick arms going all selfie and photobomb-ing this shot? L-o-s-e-r! That’s me. At photography. Only. 😉

 

 

Oh, you don’t see your name on that list? Actually, those three people are none of you reading this newsletter. Nope, not even you, Chris, or mJ. Well, you’re mJ, not MJ. Those are other friends of mine and I had requested Mum to thank them for something else altogether. All of you reading this are the All of you mentioned at the bottom of the scroll.

 

 

Nah uh. Not so quick with the sulks. Just because you’re at the bottom doesn’t mean you are the least important. All of you have been mentioned in silver and gold. Those shades were by design, not coincidence, me lovelies.

 

 

Uh oh. I’m busted? I used the colours silver and gold for All of you, but I don’t like silver and gold jewellery? Um.  Yeah. You’re right. Kinda.

 

 

Being an oddball in the family for as long as I can remember, I’ve never been fond of gold (jewellery) even as a child. I took to silver in a big way in my teens. But I stopped purchasing precious or semi-precious metal and stones in 2000-ish. Um, because I jumped the tree hugging bandwagon and tried to do my bit by not bling-ing out at the cost of bleeding the bowels of Mother Earth.

 

 

A few years later, I got worse when I Blood Diamond-ed (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0450259/) my thinking.

 

 

And now I’m beyond redemption with my marketisation of society* mania conviction.

 

 

*What Isn’t for Sale? by Michael J. Sandel, Harvard Professor  

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2012/04/what-isnt-for-sale/308902/

 

 

So yes, I may not buy precious metals anymore and I seldom use what little I have, but don’t let that take away from the fact that I consider All of you precious, k?

 

 

Your support – in person to those who could and the rest via other means – has helped Mum on her journey back to independence. It wasn’t easy for her, it wasn’t easy for me. A lot of times, it was downright exhausting for her physically and exhausting mentally for me. With prayer, and support from a lot of wonderful people including your lovely selves, Mum is … on the loose again! Ha ha!

 

 

 

Mirror, Mirror

 Me, Sis-in-law, Mum and Big Sis

 

 

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It is Earth Day (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth_Day) this month. Tuesday, April 22, to be precise.

 

You know the scroll that Mum’s holding in the very first photograph? I’ve written  the ‘Thank You’ message on the reverse, blank side of an old calendar sheet.

Did you baulk at the table fan in the last photograph? No? Well, it is 39 years (g)old. Now please baulk.

 

 

I’m notorious for squeezing the life out of my possessions and recycling whatever I can get my grubby ‘lil green paws on. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

Quoting directly from the site:

100% of the profits from the sale of this limited edition T-shirt will benefit Earth Day Network.

http://www.earthday.org/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thank you, Ray Ferrer – Emotion on Canvas and

Stephanie Eusebi Nutrition & Wellness, for signing up to follow my posts.

 

Thank you, You’ve Been Hooked! and FLOWERSBLOOMS by “Elvie”, for commenting on my last post.

 

Thank you, Kitchen Ventures, You’ve Been Hooked!, FLOWERSBLOOMS by “Elvie” and  CLOUDS N CUPS, for liking my last post.

 

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P.S.: Cheerful Monk adds a footnote to every post acknowledging those who comment on her previous post. She also links the commenters’ names back to their own blogs.

 

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