Friday, 20 January 2012

Kindness in the oddest of places

I was having a bit of a bad time of it at the beginning of this week, what with the somewhat disastrous house move and generally having a frustrating time of it at work (I swear the computers knew it was not a good time to mess me about!) but it's also been a week where I've appreciated those random acts of kindness.

Alison of Yarnscape definitely deserves a thank you :)  Not only did I get into work on Wed, feeling dreadful from the house move, to be greeted by a lovely comment on the blog but we ended up in a mini-chat via Twitter too.  Small things maybe but it really did make my day.  Thank you :)

They're completely anonymous but the couple of London Bus drivers that have been both cheerful and helpful really have made my week that bit better.  The city often seems a cold and hostile place, with people more likely to barge into you than smile.  A cheery hello, a willingly given set of directions or just letting me on when my Oyster card decided to play silly beggars really do make the world a happier place.

Silly as it might sound though, almost the bit that made my week the most was making someone else smile.  For a while I've meant to take some tea lights with me when I head to Samye Dzong London for Lama's Thursday teachings.  I've always thought they must go through them by the bucket load and I love the warm light they give during meditation sessions when the electric lights have been switched off.  Anyway this week, having been caught in work meaning I'd missed most of the social get together before class, I figured I had time to call in and get a bag of tea lights rather than running for the bus as usual.  Turns out they had all but run out of them, so it was a timely gift.  I know the giving will improve my karma, but you know what, I be happy with just having seen the smile on Ani Drolma's face.

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Moving on

I moved house today.  All in all I think I can chalk the experience up as "not good"... that being somewhat of an understatement.  I've left a house I love, where I can see my DH almost every night (well when he's in the UK at any rate), where the windows are double glazed, the central heating can be relied upon.  I'm now sitting in a house where I'll see my DH at weekends if I'm lucky, where I can already feel the cold whistling round the sash windows and almost everything that could go wrong with the move has done.  My fridge is 5mm to tall to fit in the only space it can, the washing machine is 1mm too wide for its space, it turns out our solid pine wardrobes don't fit up the crazy-assed staircase as it has a quarter turn in it and I'm wondering what the hell I've done.  I know work is precious at the moment and I'm grateful to have a job, I know living at my old house was unsustainable without me getting work nearby and I know this is a great opportunity for me... but tonight I just want to cry.

Thursday, 5 January 2012

First Footer

Part of me would like to spin and knit a pair of socks a month in 2012... must be the affect of wearing these lovelies :-)