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Whims and Privilege – Or, How I Am Not My Parents
As noted elsewhere, I was pretty low over Christmas and jumped on a plane and went to Prague. Pretty much on a whim. It worked out well for me, I think.
Last night, I arrived at the cottage to look at the completed building work and, although I really like the results, the place is a bit of a bomb site.
So, pretty much on a whim, I jumped in the car and on to two ferries, and now I’m staying in Jura’s only hotel for one night. I’m hoping that will work out pretty well, too.
What occurred to me about this, as I was standing in the driving rain watching two stages graze in front of the hotel, is that I am just staggeringly lucky, and that luck is fragile, and I should appreciate it as much as I can. I might be out of work at the end of the month. My diabetes might flare up and be a huge issue this year, stopping me from earning. My parents have both worked all their lives to provide for their families, and, so far as I know, never had the luxury of flying off on a whim. I am lucky.
Also, and as you’ve probably noticed, I’ve been really down lately because two very important people have gone from my life, and I might never get either of them back. But I have many friends who love me, and care for me, and I am very, very lucky in that too.
So the next wee while will be about appreciating that luck, about being good to my friends, about getting impatient while I wait for the sun to shine.
Now I'm going to go downstairs to the hotel bar with a book and a notebook. I may very well stroke my chin, smile, and write something. Just because I can.
Last night, I arrived at the cottage to look at the completed building work and, although I really like the results, the place is a bit of a bomb site.
So, pretty much on a whim, I jumped in the car and on to two ferries, and now I’m staying in Jura’s only hotel for one night. I’m hoping that will work out pretty well, too.
What occurred to me about this, as I was standing in the driving rain watching two stages graze in front of the hotel, is that I am just staggeringly lucky, and that luck is fragile, and I should appreciate it as much as I can. I might be out of work at the end of the month. My diabetes might flare up and be a huge issue this year, stopping me from earning. My parents have both worked all their lives to provide for their families, and, so far as I know, never had the luxury of flying off on a whim. I am lucky.
Also, and as you’ve probably noticed, I’ve been really down lately because two very important people have gone from my life, and I might never get either of them back. But I have many friends who love me, and care for me, and I am very, very lucky in that too.
So the next wee while will be about appreciating that luck, about being good to my friends, about getting impatient while I wait for the sun to shine.
Now I'm going to go downstairs to the hotel bar with a book and a notebook. I may very well stroke my chin, smile, and write something. Just because I can.
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It would still be nice to meet up if you're in Edinburgh at some point!
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Hope you manage to wrestle the cottage back from being a builders bombsite - too well acquainted with the mess they can leave behind!
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