It’s been a month of over-caffeinated thoughts and patiently waiting. I was kidding about being patient. The big medical event is slowly becoming more “real” with the Squire requiring additional tests and medical appointments this month. Those medical folk and the Squires donor are doing their darndest to give him another shot at life, so I need to be patient. We both do. Then there are those other days when we two-finger salute the world in frustration and our equilibrium slowly regained with a delectable treat. We’ve been conditioned with a treat for good behaviour most of our lives; why ruin a winning formula?
Ferrari brain with bicycle brakes

Some days it’s not a lack of subject matter that’s been the concern; it’s been my lack of concentration and narrowing my raging thoughts. It would’ve been relatively easy, too easy, to give up on blogging. For a while, I’ve doubted my ability to form sentences then paragraphs. I’ve sat and stared at a blank screen, then typed and deleted and repeated the first two steps more times than I like to admit. It’s like being a recycled blogging virgin.
Then I concluded my regular goings-on would have to do.
As we all know, over time, there will be more gritty subjects to share or not. A small part of me enjoys the security of the mundane, the repetitive activities such as grocery shopping on a Monday morning and fast travelling with my cycle though not to pick up our groceries as I have too many treats to buy. Then there are the interactions with nature and bouts of bird [feather variety] stalking and everything in between, like my one-sided relationship with an overly cuddly kunekune pig nicknamed Twiggy. I want to say a big thank you very much to all of you for keeping me slightly more sane and grounded than usual. Now, let’s get on with what’s been happening.

Twiggy’s five and never a Sunday roast

From a distance, I could faintly hear the sound of an early afternoon siesta. Crikey girl, that’s not a very ladylike sound. Sure enough, the old girl was snoring happily on the front lawn. I was seriously impressed as no matter how much coaxing from the fence, I did, even with a tempting large apple. Twiggy was not budging. Enviously I thought if only I could sleep so soundly.
Oh well, there was going to be no dialogue between us today; adjusting to this reality, I carried on biking. Down another road further along and onto more civilization as in busier roads then suburbia and towards the sound of waves and not snoring and another few kilometres I am where I started. At home. That’s a regular circuit of approximately 20 odd kms. In summer and a low tide, I would’ve stayed longer, there was a coolish westerly wind, and I was becoming more eager to get home to a warm cuppa.
You will be pleased to know that I have finally had a chat with a human family member of Twiggy’s who ventured to their letterbox as I was capturing her doing piggy things, like sleeping. She happily informed me that Twiggy recently turned five and never to more than a much-loved part of the extended family.
Capturing moments around home




Hi Suzanne!
Wanted to check in with you: shall I place this post (as well as your July Changing Seasons) in the roundup?
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Hi Ju-Lyn, no problem. Thanks.
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Sending you hugs & both positive thoughts. I haven’t been very communicative in the blogosphere over the last few months, but I do think of you often. A good bike ride is a great way to help clear the mind, but a friend such as Twiggy on route must certainly an extra touch of joy. I love piggies, they can be quite cheeky & full of character x
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Thanks very much, Sam, for thinking of us. I think many of us aren’t blogging as much as we used to. What is fun is catching up when they do write. Piggies are very endearing though Twiggy has lost most of the cuteness 🙂 Take care x
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Some lovely words here – and lovely nature pics. Sending you good wishes and hope.
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Thanks very much, Jo, for mentioning the words and photos. I try to be a bit light hearted as there’s always good moments amongst all the other crap!
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Wishing you both strength, Suz. There is something positive around the corner, I hope. Hope, hope, hope. Yes. What would we be without it? More like Twiggy, for sure. And, as long as we don’t turn into a roast, maybe ignorance is bliss? Happy biking and walking!
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Thanks Liesbet. It’s all moving forward will update in a few weeks.
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Many blessings. Thanks for the beautiful photographs.
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Hope! Gotta have it. We’re all rooting for you and the Squire. And I even have a proper Q on my keyboard now. A bit of a let down after all this time. Sending hugs, Suzanne!
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Cheers for the hugs Jo and enjoy catching up with family and friends in the UK. Catch up with you on your new blog.
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Thanks darlin 🤗🤗
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Those simple moments in nature and routines are sometimes just the thing to keep us grounded Suzanne. Wishing your husband all the very best. 🙏
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Gorgeous sunset, but… regarding the caption under the bird which looks more like a cormorant / shag than a heron to me – they have very different bills. But I’m no bird expert!
Fingers crossed for the ongoing treatment. ❤
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Thanks, Jude, for the best wishes. You were correct it is a cormorant/shag and not a heron. I should’ve picked up my mistake. Corrected it on the post 🙂
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A beautiful photo whatever the bird. Cormorants are just so distinctive though in the way they hold their wings out to dry.
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Just keep on keeping on like you’re doing. It’s the only thing to do, be obstinate about doing your own thing and just taking life as it comes and drawing all the positives you can from the mundane and the everyday. You’re a brave couple. My thoughts are with you.
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Thanks very much, Mari, some days are better than others. I draw my strength from the people we know who have stood by us and been so supportive.
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Thanks for your kind words, Mari. As long as we can muster up a belly laugh a day we are winning.
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All fabulous photos, but the sunset is the show stopper. Hope the transplant happens son and your patience is rewarded.
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Thanks, Anabel and here’s to receiving our award for patience. Though much of that comes from Les who has an abundance of patience and a calming influence.
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Hooray, a donor for Les. I am so happy for you both, Suzanne. That’s definitely worth a caffeine treat. Speaking of treats, it looks like Twiggy has been having a few too many. Perhaps she has sleep apnea which would account for all the snoring. I enjoyed the video and the photo of the cormorant is lovely. Take care and I hope August is good to you both.
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Tracy, it is good news. We will be less stressed once the donor process is finished. A lengthy business for the donor and he knows how much it means to his brother and me. Twiggy gets all the household scraps and more, though it would be slightly abnormal to see a skinny pig. Focussing on her has been a fun distraction and I am not the only passerby to stop for a conversation with her 🙂
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Hi, Suzanne. Wishing your husband all the best. Neil
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Thanks very much, Neil.
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What a beautiful sunset. Thank you for keeping the blog going. I gave up for a while, but do find it interesting to look back, a virtual diary. Best wishes for the Sqires treatment. Medical science and treatment is quite amazing these days.
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Sunsets are such a treat to experience and a positive effect from stormy weather. We’re taking one day at a time and putting our trust with those professionals who create miracles every week.
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Lovely pics, as always. I’m glad Les has a donor. Hospitals are not the cheeriest of places to have to wait, but, in my experience, the staff in oncology departments are unfailingly cheerful. I hope the ones you encounter are the same.
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Thanks April. You’re absolutely correct regarding oncology staff as we’ve had the same experience. I’m sure when he’s admitted to hospital it will be the same. Not too long to go now.
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Sending all good thoughts for a positive outcome 🙏🏽🤞🏼🙏🏽 If only life was as simply as Twiggy’s 😉
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Thanks Cathy, for your kind words. Yes, to life being simpler. Twiggy has been a small distraction on my cycling route 😊
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Thank you for the catchup. I have been thinking about you and The Squire and wondering how you have been doing. Sending thoughts and prayers your way.
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Hiya Donna, thanks very much for your kind thoughts. I still enjoy catching up with the blogging community. Take care too.
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During rough times, the mundane is absolutely a saving grace. Familiar routines can be soothing. I don’t know what is going on with your loved one, but I’m praying for a good result, and for peace for you and your family.
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My husband has Primary Myelofibrosis which is a rare bone marrow cancer, we’re waiting on his stem cell transplant which should happen in the next month or two. There are many of us going through challenging times, that’s for sure. Thanks for your best wishes.
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Sending hugs. Life is not always perfect, but it is still life. Take care and thinking of you. Melx
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Cheers Mel, and yes it is life. All about problem-solving with belly laughs in between x
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Wishing you many belly-laughs!
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I wish your husband all the very best.
Perhaps when Twiggy woke up she might have thought she’d dreamed the conversation.
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Your comment made me smile and I wonder what her reply would be? A snort and dismiss 🙂
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