Monkton Mondays!

Another week dawns and suddenly I’m hit with this inexorable relentlessness of time passing…I’m feeling a little out of sorts…no major reason…just one of those days and…hormones πŸ˜‰

Life is meandering along rather pleasantly truth be told, but maybe that’s what’s causing this niggle of ‘Is this the calm before some massive thunderstorm?’. I’m generally not suspicious of the calm, and even as I type, I’m thinking, ‘Here I go rambling on again!’ – it must be the hormones! They’re bloody potent – pardon my french πŸ˜› Or could it be the Once Upon a Time marathon I’ve indulged in over the weekend? Sudden emergence from long sojourns in magical worlds with fairy-tale characters – one of which is a rather divine Captain Hook all geared up in black leather and a flirty manner, can lead to disorientation when confronted with the mundane reality of Monday morning routine. What say?! Or maybe it’s a combo of Hook & Hormones & the P.D. James murder mysteries that I’ve been reading?!Β 

Perhaps it’s the fact that I lost a Grand-uncle a few days ago – someone that I used to know well when I was much younger although we had lost touch in recent years as often happens. Death is always a wake up call of sorts isn’t it? Or it should be to those of us that are alive. It brings reflections and memories and stories of days gone by and for a couple of days after, life mimics a maudlin soap opera. My Mom was much more affected by his passing than I was – he was her uncle after all – and she had a much closer bond with him than I did. She told me how he had helped her plant the coconut trees in our garden when the house was being built more than 2 decades ago. We had stayed with them for a fortnight during that time as well, which I can’t seem to remember at all! He had a good life and at 84, his passing wasn’t a terrible tragedy, just a gentle reminder that all things must Β eventuallyΒ end. It left me with a gentle sadness on losing yet another figure from my youth and a vague feeling of having to ‘get on with it.’

But enough with the psychoanalysis – for whatever reason – there’s a mild sense of ennui with life that I’m finding hard to shake off at the moment. Not to worry – this too I expect shall pass – everything does.The week that was and the weekend were pretty pleasant, if rather routine. We finally found a sofa that we liked – a slouchy black leather affair that will suit us family of couch potatoes to the tee πŸ˜‰ It should arrive today – such are the small pleasures of domesticity πŸ˜› Last Thursday found me in School. I’ve volunteered for a Reading Program in my son’s grade and for half-an-hour every week, I read stories to bright young children with definite points of view. I love the experience of spending time with minds for whom the world still exists in black and white! The ‘Grey’ hasn’t invaded their universe yet and simplicity is easy. ‘Oh for the days before Grey’ πŸ™‚ Nothing like spending time with children to snap you out of the doldrums I say!

Then on Saturday evening, Junior and I attended a Halloween Party at his friend’s place…in a house decorated with balloons, bats, pumpkins and webs and overrun with little witches and all manner of cartoon characters running amok, brandishing multi-colored balloon swords while screeching like banshees! You get the picture?! It’s a good thing you can’t hear them πŸ˜› Exhilarating and yet utterly exhausting!Β Sunday morning lunch was the perfect antidote…relaxed lunch at Toscano’s, an Italian restaurant that serves amazing food in a totally chilled out atmosphere. Utterly enjoyed my Wine Mojito and Wild Mushroom Ravioli, while the boys pigged out on Lobster Thermidor! Hubby left town on work that evening which sort of dampened the mood a bit – but also allowed for a restful afternoon siesta – something I haven’t had in a long long time.

So that’s it – my Life in a Nutshell last week, which brings us finally to the honourable Mr. Monkton πŸ˜‰ And because I’m feeling, out of sorts with nothing significant to feel out of sorts about – I leave you with this gem that once again expresses exactly how I feel better than any rambling blog post! I stared at the words for so long this morning, my eyes began to water! I was trying to figure out their meaning of course. Are toasts meant to have ears? This is the first I’ve heard of it! And finally I gave up and surrendered to his infinite wisdom – some things in life are best felt and not necessarily understood. The man is a genius!

The toast without ears

Make sure all your toasts have ears this week πŸ˜‰ Or else…BEWARE πŸ˜›

Have a Good week People πŸ™‚

6 thoughts on “Monkton Mondays!

  1. These hormones I tells ya! Kahin ka nahin chhortay πŸ˜› I almost always have a mini meltdown when I’m ‘out of sorts’ prior to *that* time of the month! So very bewildering for those who have the dubious privilege of living with me πŸ˜› Becharay.
    My condolences to you and your family over the loss of your Grand uncle. Yes, everything and everyone must move on…I have lately been dwelling on these thoughts too. Life-changing events are mere chapters in our lives. Even people. Can you tell I have been feeling rather maudlin too?
    Hooray for new sofa! I love sofas! The more the merrier I always say πŸ™‚
    Italian lunch sounds so very lovely…I confess my mind kind of drifted away while reading your description…thinking about ravioli of course!
    Todays Monkton simply WINS!

    1. M!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Phat Hugs to you for always ‘getting me’ and saying just the right things πŸ™‚ I’m so so lucky in my friendships πŸ™‚ Hubby has been forewarned to ‘Stay Away’ during ‘the time’ or risk beheading πŸ˜‰ Verbal – I promise! Only verbal πŸ˜›

      Thank-you for the condolences…don’t let the maudlin take over though M…it’s so easy to do. Think of the ravioli…uff! it was YUM!!! That should perk you right up! Do a recipe post na M…or a gardening one? I LOVE those! Pretty please!

      And the sofa is promising…have already slouched on it this morning πŸ˜‰ Soon, as the leather ages with time and becomes just the right degree of soft it will be perfect which means I’ve now begun my hunt for the perfect coffee table to go with πŸ˜‰ I’m unstoppable πŸ˜›

      So glad you liked today’s Monkton…it was just too precious πŸ˜€

      1. Haha…It’s all because of ‘The Grey’ which I have now allowed to invade….my hair! Yes H, I have decided to stop dyeing it so now I must stare at my reflection in the mirror with some anxiety. Yet, I’m rather looking forward to embracing it in all its naturalness πŸ™‚ It’s a new chapter!
        I forgot to mention how much I love the idea of you reading to a bunch of bright kiddos. I used to LOVE reading aloud in class when I was in school! The aim was always to liven up the text and not drone monotonously πŸ˜‰
        And ooooh coffee tables!! I LOVE those too! Wish we could go looking for one together!

      2. You’re braver than me M πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘ I’m still spending ridiculous amounts on hair-color, although it’s not an age thing! At least that’s what I tell myself πŸ˜‰ Pata nahin…I feel as young in my heart as I was in my twenties but I feel much older in my head…which is Alrite by me πŸ˜‰πŸ˜›

        I don’t see why not?! Will send you a picture of the table that I really liked yesterday, from one of my favorite furniture designers…tell me if you like it πŸ™‚ I like simple elegance – strong, clean lines!

  2. In recent years I’ve lost a grandfather and an aunt, and while they both affected me, I wasn’t as close to either of them as I might have been and so their loss were gently reminders to me, the living, like I suspect your uncle’s passing was to you. Still, though you might not be lost in grief, losing a loved one does tend to make one withdraw. Love to you as you find your way through your emotions πŸ™‚
    Your Halloween party and reading sound like just the things to help you re-emerge! Children are also reminders to get off our rumps and enjoy! You’ll have a blast.
    Now, about that ravioli and lobster…do you think it’ll survive being shipped?

    1. LOL…if only they would – survive being shipped I mean πŸ˜‰ They were just so so good!

      Meanwhile the urge to ‘withdraw inward’ and the urge to ‘get on with it’ are engaged in an endless tussle. There’s another reason (isn’t there always?) – the 24th is my brother’s birthday…always a hard day…but I’ll get through it…Junior helps πŸ™‚

      Hugs and much love Heather – for listening and understanding ❀

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