Saturday, 12pm Wales

(Ok, I am trying this blogpost thing, not sure how it connects to our site, but please jump in and help this poor soul with your techie techiness). I am sitting in my car typing this, waiting for the dog to have his groom. His daycare (which I absolutely need for days I have to drive to Reading to meet my office obligation) gave me an ultimatum – get him groomed or he can no longer attend daycare as his matting is of a health concern. Yep, you read that right. His welfare is not looked after. He weighs 3kg, I try to shave him as little as possible in winter, otherwise he freezes. He loves his long walks with Andrew (10km+), but in Welsh winter hours for a tiny dog that mop up water from the fields, a problem. Grooming stresses him out very much (I’ve done it for the first 2-3 years of his life with a kind home groomer, still goes into paralatic panic state when he sees his groomer). So less stressed dog far more important to me than a few matted bits. By summer, I usually have him clear and trimmed down again. I didn’t intend to write about my dog. At all. But I intended to write about the mad mad world we live in, where the wrongs things seem to matter, and every idiot can have and publish an opinion and throw around some power as they like. It does my head in. It seems to be Wacky Wednesday every day. Cue escape fantasies.

Let’s make a place

Oh Z, this has been on my mind this week so much. How do we create a place where the world makes a little more sense? Where we are protected a little from meteor showers coming down on us? How? What does this mean in the modern world? How can we be that for the people in our tribes. I guess the ‘be the change that you want to see’ is here staring me in the face. I guess that means I have to say – how can I be home to provide shadow and respite, at least some times, to my tribe members. This week the harshness of the massive way my life fell apart just made me so overwhelmingly sad, lost and alone.

I am still in bancruptcy for a few more months, the aftermath of the tremendous financial abuse I was subjected to. It will affect me for a long long time, and some version of financial stability is another lightyear away. But yeah, I have a fairly stable job and I fairly good at, lucky lucky me. I guess these posts tell me that there is still lots and lots to process. Thank you for giving me space, a place for now to do this.