This has been a rather lovely evening, although unexpected in some ways.
In the background of life, there are some things that are giving me pause for thinking about what is important and meaningful and lovely. There are good people out there, who deserve much care and attention, and I am not always around to do that. It’s nice then to recognise who/how/where people do care for each other.
And this graph-gasm has been a really nice chance for that. All these people chatting with me, not necessarily knowing a lot of footy but happy in my endeavour to graph the love that is the little world we live in. I believe that that possible t-shirt with “Helmets are Hot” on it grows more possible with each day.
That said, I need a new sharpie at home. And don’t be afraid to part with your blues. Tomorrow we have our FIRST INTERNATIONAL DONATION! This is going global. Teapotting be damned.
Anyway, I digress. This evening I chatted on line with Ms Casey, who knows what lies below the line.
And we talked of her inspiration and as we “talked” (facebook chatty thing like Gen-Y types) I learnt more about this woman who is an equally great rollers coach, but also a friend and an inspiration in herself. There was a time a few months ago when I was really publicly in need of a hug and Casey gave me one and that hug has meant a lot to me.
Anyway, Casey has donated to get Emma to Adelaide. Where dreams come true.
She has done so in recognition of her mum for the following reasons.
1. she likes milky tea
2. she has an evil laugh.
3. she has a big heart
4. she likes ice cream.
These reasons are deceptively simple and in fact, the story that Casey told me was so warm and full of love and affection and gratitude, I just felt all kind of grown and blossomed and joyful by having that story told to me. She sounds like a great mum. I’d like to go on a ladydate with Casey and her mum and have devonshire tea and try on diamonds.
For those like me with bad eyes and bad sharpies, that thing on the left says, “like a cat in sunshine”. Got that. Cat. In. Sunshine.
That’s where love is at.
Thanks for supporting Emma, and thanks for sharing your story, Casey.
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Not to take away from the sweet poignancy of this tale, but – during the course of this typing tale – something else happened. I should mention that I was clippering my hair over the bath while chatting to Casey. It’s the internet. You’re allowed to do this while “talking” to your friends. Sadly, you might also laugh while they something funny and then you’ll accidentally depress the clipper guide against your skull, slip your elbow off the edge of the bath and give yourself two minor bald spots.
The recovery has been giggle-filled and chagrin-making.
Only this graph has softened the blow. Lucky I have a righteous cowlick and can recover by telling my co-workers this is a Melbourne Haircut.
It is, however, not.
Sleep well. Dig deep. We have only til 27 May to make dreams come true. Etc.
To today’s two anonymous donors I say only this: kind thanks.
I was sad to have my cheeseburger girlfriend driving you home drunk to Toowoomba graph refused, but I think this is indicative of the fact that true friends of Emma’s need no graph to motivate their support.
And for you Gavin, I say: This is how we roll.
eleanor j jackson 