In this last year i’ve found myself feeling increasingly unhealthy and, come the end of summer, I was ready for some kind of detox. I made the decision to radically change my diet and I’ve been following a plant-based diet now for what will be nine weeks on Sunday. In other words, i’ve gone vegan. There’s a couple of things to get out of the way first: I’m still learning and I still have a lot to learn about the vegan lifestyle.
Before my parents had Rory and Cassie, there was Rocky. He was a Collie cross Terrier (we thought) and, as kids, our first dog growing up. He saw me through high school and college before I moved away to London to go to university. He lived with my parents to the good old age of about 15 and today, 29th November, was the day we marked as his birthday - even though we didn’t really know.
If we were having coffee i’d tell you things are a bit more settled now. My mum is doing a lot better. She seems to be in a good mood overall and is gaining confidence and energy. Day by day she’s more like herself. I’ve been visiting for a long weekend so will be catching a flight home this evening, but it’s been good to be here. I’ve been attempting NanoPoblano but it’s been hard.
Oh dear, it’s a list post, I must be failing at NanoPoblano early.. I’m a sucker for impulse buys. I see things that I think I need to have in my life and I buy them. I like them, I try them, I think they’re wonderful.. but then they get forgotten about and just don’t seem that important anymore. Here are some of those from this year so far.
We were invited to a Halloween party this past weekend and, as soon as I heard there would be fancy dress, I couldn’t resist trying to make my own mask. Given that my last laughable attempt at a mask was Felix Morton from The Dream Machine, I knew I would need some professional help. Ultimate Paper Mache by Jonni Good has lots of tutorials and how-tos for everything papier mâché and sculpture related.
My wife sent me this link on Pinterest and it couldn’t be more true of where i’m at right now. As I write this, we’ve just finished watching three episodes of Jessica Jones on Netflix - Lizzie has caught up, whoop! - and i’ve set Spotify going with Michael Jackson’s Thriller album while I ‘work’ on the laptop and Lizzie plays with her phone. Chocolat has given up getting a look in and is now snoozing on a blanket under the T.
Exactly what the title says: Ponkynarny! Ponkynarny! What do you mean you’ve never heard of it? Ponkynarny! Yes, as far as I know it’s a made up word. I was browsing the past Daily Post prompts for inspiration tonight and came across this one for inventing a definition for the word Flangiprop! As soon as I read it I was reminded of the above. Ponkynarny! My siblings and I made up the word in our youth.
Towards the end of last year I was between jobs and seeking a new challenge. I was eager for a complete change to get me out of the slump i’d found myself in and I looked at volunteering as a way to gain experience in a new sector. While at university I’d done a little work with a charity on campus, Rix Research, that looks at how technology can benefit people with intellectual difficulties so I knew I wanted to do something similar.
We have two rescue cats, Chocolat and Marmalade. A girl and a boy. When we got them from the NAWT (National Animal Welfare Trust) in September 2013 they were called Marmalade and Gingernut: bizarrely the names seemed the wrong way around. We liked the name Marmalade and it fitted the boy better with his tiger-striped ginger fur so we switched it. His sister was clearly a Lady Cat and, despite the little patch of ginger fur above one eye, her dark black and brown shades were a perfect fit for her new name Chocolat.