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a monday sick bag to get you by.

Dear Larcy

I’m sat here listening to Green Day and thought I’d begin a sick bag note to you. I walked into work this morning eating a banana and knew I had a sickbag in me, Hehe4. I’m sorry you had a rough night. I know you’re pining a little for that which is safe and known. It’s okay to do that, you know. It’s a sign of exciting times to be a little freaked out by so much life change. Trust me on this score – Sheena will tell you – I’m the same currently.

Last night, I sat there, staring at the window (there was no fire through it at that time haha), and thinking “holy god, this is awesome. all of it. it’s 1996. someone hand me a blanket shirt and a menthol ciggie”.

And then I tripped over the trampoline and thought of you (typical retarded cath action). Thought of you and wondered how you were. Are you eating? Have you seen enough? Did you know that they took the sparkly lights down from outside your flat? We drove by last night and I stalked and saw they were gone. No dead bodies or banners were hanging from the balcony so I’m certain the SuperTenants are doing just fine. Hells, it’s not like your flat’s kettle boils itself. Haha. I wonder if they’ve found THAT candle yet?

There was a moment on the weekend, where I wished you could have been behind my eyes (yell video now!). At the Stables on Sunday, I was buying ice cream. It was then that I wished you could be there. Just right there, for that ten seconds when my heart travelled right up my chest and into my head and i realised that my life is exactly as i want it to be. That I was genuinely happy. That everything we’d moaned about, clamoured for and whinged over salad for (hehe4) was now real life. Yeah, sure, throw in a neverending positive bank balance and fuck off, we’d be dancing til sunrise in new Manolo Blahniks. Hehe4.

So, let me update you on my weekend. Sunshine. Family. Friends. Cameron wah.

My sister arrived on Friday to surprise my mom. My mom’s beautific smile when I saw her on the Friday arvie over rolls and salad (yes, salad, i laughed whilst making it. Sidenote- mtv telepathy, the house just came on, and it’s on random shuffle mode. fuck. Was meant to write you a sickbag, clearly) made it awesome.

You know, it’s weird to have all my family in the room at the same time. it’s weird and it’s good weird, do you know what I mean? After all the empty nesting, then BOOM, altogether again. It’s funny how things don’t change, right?

Saturday was mom’s book fair. Again, the sibling massive (oh god. you’re canning yourself laughing at that term, but you know what i mean. no, it’s not a durban band waha) and it was good. Even when my blister sister prac joked me into making me look like I was making out with a table (only a Jenkin, right? waha).

Then took a little walk and sat by the ducks and had crumpets and chocolate milk. Sunshine, larcy, I know I don’t have to tell you anymore than that. I got an education in birds and smiled. alot. I saw some good people. You know the people who are always in your life and have your back from when you’re even littler than a grasshopper. Yeah, those people. Twas fab.

Took Cam to the stables yesterday. Shopping with Sheena is akin to having a crazy person.

On that note, I wanna tell you about the Shath Maxipad. Yes, I said Maxipad. Lemme do it for you. Shath = Sheena + Cath; Maxipad = Pad aka Abode of MaxiMum Coolness.

We laugh. Alot, Larcy. Alot. There is always laughter. There are constant dyslexic spoonerisms (do not show throughs!) and alot of walking inadvertedly into walls just because we have no cohordination. It’s amazing we’ve come this far without bubble suits. The food’s awesome, there are shoes everywhere, and Cam is loving it.

Onto that, Cameron. I don’t want to brag, you know I’m not into that. I asked her yesterday in the sunshine. I said “Cammie, are you happy?” . She looked at me, grinned and said “Yes, mampa (she’s not called me that in ages, not since the Buddy Days), I am happy”. Then she showed me, again, what she’s learnt at school. You would die. You would die, die, die.

She arranges her fingers carefully, tells me to watch as she bends two fingers in and makes the sign language sign for I love you. Then she says:

“Mampa, this means I love you and it’s for you”.

*dead. on carpet. reincarnated. am snail*

Cam and my niece fight exactly the same way my sister and I used to. Pulling each other’s hair and blaming each other. Waha. Heaven help us when they like.the.same.boy. You do know, it’ll happen. It’s the way it happens, right?

When she woke up this morning she saw another aeroplane in the sky and said “bye lala. bye cwaig”.

It’s funny. I keep looking at life today and thinking – it’s a thing of whimsy, this. This real life is really rather whimsical, hued with green and pink (sick colour scheme, gotta say, but i know you get me). But, the truth is, it’s not actually whimsical. It’s honest reality and it tastes just like a best-of-both toastie, you know what i’m saying? hehe4. We never thought the whim would one day be real. omfg yay.

I don’t need to tell you how relievingslashawesomeslashphenomenal things there are. How important and different and wonderful it is to be taken at face value and not feel pressured, and to be reciprocal in that way. You understand why. I just don’t feel pressured. It’s the icing on my barney cupcake. I wish i could ‘catch the deluge’ of good in a cup for you, and make you tea with it.

I was going to work up a press statement but, decided against it. Instead, I’ll leave you with this thought, and you’ll know exactly what I mean. SOTD: Good Fortune – PJ Harvey.

Have a good day, Larcy McArsey. Cook everything on high. Even long shots make it babyshoes.

X

I’d have commented back, but i’d rather do it here.

From Larcy and Craig to Me and well, the whole world:

This note is to publicly declare that Catherine Jenkin possesses packing prowess and is truely an excellent friend. At 2:30pm yesterday I realised that Craig and I were never gonna have the flat packed and cleaned by 6pm, in time for the tenants. Apon hearing this, my friend Cath raced over and proceeded to pack, box, bin, vacuum, polish and tie a Private Republic banner to the balcony so that we were ready to hand the keys over at 6pm. Cath – thank you. You rock our world. We will miss you like crazy. Luv u my friend:)

From Cath to Larcy and Craig and well, the whole world:

I have no words good enough for you and Craig. You know this. You have stuck with me through 05h30am lock changes, shitty wellingtons days and understood before I have even said something. The parallels and differences between our lives make them all the more richer. Your love for me and my crazy world, and most of all, for my beautiful daughter, has made me strong and kept me sane on days where i wished life would end. I know our friendship and love will not be conquered by oceans. Absolutely nothing stands in the way of our friendship, and I defy England to try. If the shoe were on the other foot (HAHAH and it HAS been one random birthday night of yours missy!), you would have been there at 13h30 to help us.

You rock our world.

Mwah.

achievements.

what i did not achieve this weekend

i did not dye my hair
i did not rip these frigging dvds argh
i did not conceptually seperate toys into ‘keeping’ and letting go piles
i did not finish work that i mean to do

i am okay with all of these things. they are not important at all. puddles of coke are far more integral.

what i did achieve this weekend

be reminded of how wonderful my friends are – even when they are having panic attacks about moving
be reminded of how exciting change is, even if its a tiny scary, as my niece would say
ate pizza with lala and laughed at ourselves, and the ridiculousness of some people’s photos
ate pizza with my favourite person and laughed at the ridiculousness of life
1996ed out with tank girl, maccers (larcy just wet herself laughing at that) and blankies.
played and talked with cam and tasha-tasha and listened to them talk to each other – utter beauty in their joy with each other
be reminded of why i love my brother. he grows more and more like my dad every day.
be reminded of why i love my sister(inlaw)
fell in love again and again with espresso chocolate. seriously. i’ve moved on from peppermint aero.
be reminded that the people i can text at 3am are really there forever.
watched my child cultivate openness to another human being, and moving from shy to trusting.
been a little shocked, and then comforted by my dreams. Sheena, i don’t know how that happened, but im comforted by it and i know you are too.
been woken up to be told “mommy, you pretty”.

Larcy and Cwaig

Lauren to Cath: “Don’t die”

Lauren to Cath: “Read 25 and don’t die”

Cath to Lauren: “Read 27. Fuck. Don’t die”

Cath to Lauren: “Gonna put these on Facebook hooch?”

Lauren to Cath: “you are the only one who understands my emo ways”

Lauren to Cath: “twelve! twelve!”

Lauren to Cath: “I got you your sickbags”

Cath to Lauren: “Have you ever thought about getting a maid? WAHAHAHH”

Cath to Lauren: “I’m just gonna stand on the scale. How the hell do you see in here?”

Every day, Larcy McArsey and Cwaig Squeeze, I will miss you and love you more and more.

SOTD – on loudly, to wake up the neighbours – weather with you – the house. (the first and last!)

“A true friend is someone who has learnt the song in your heart… and sings it to you when you have forgotten it”

saturday afternoon musings.

  • awesome quiet dinner with the gaz and waz. followed up with a marriage proposal from neville (neville, you rock my world. no folks, its not a real one) and some dancing.
  • singing champagne supernova loudly. and not caring. i love being free.
  • why is it whenever i stand up for myself i get an inkling of being fucked over? (built bridge, burnt down, roadmap destroyed and keeps walking)
  • Nicolas Cage got me thinking and nodding a ‘right the fuck on, mate’ this morning when I read a quote of his:
    “We are all here to ruin ourselves, break our hearts, Love the wrong people and die”
  • I love that I can splurt it all out. grieve it all, celebrate it all at one time, with you.
  • Pros and Cons Cigarette Game. Enough. Said. *grins at Will*
  • Nikola phoning. Always makes my week
  • Saturday morning phonecalls with my sister.
  • Wait wait. “Where did you get that jacket from???” WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Gaz and Waz. You.crack.me.up.you.blind.homos. 😀
  • I’m utterly addicted to twitter now. totally. it’s taken over my eyes.
  • I’m still confused by the statement “strategic friends”. If I had friends for strategy, I’d have a pretty pointless life, thanks. I reckon you know me a little better than that.
  • Kish’s birthday buzz made me smile.
  • Fire Through The Window summing it up for me, once again: …and the science that exists calms me down….
  • You and your INSANE text messages, smile-e.

Smiles, Smiles, Smiles.

I better get started on getting ready to say goodbye to Larcy and Cwaig.

Still Smiling.

slipstreaming

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For the last two weeks, i will admit, i was unsettled. Feeling so very wobbly, as you well know. I think I hid it well with brightness and distraction. Well, better than i have before. Trust me. Better than I have before.

Is that part of growing up? who knows. My Peter Pan complex is not ALL that ready to fly away. And I am not that ready to let it go. Just yet.

Today and yesterday, have been approximately 528187189876161133786 times better.

I realise it won’t always be this way. There have been a wide variety of contributing factors to the ebb and the flow.

But, the overriding factor has always been simple – people.

Learning to be unaffected is my biggest lesson right now. Some of you are helping me to learn it. Just about anything used to crumble me fast and hard – “One forgotten birthday I’m all but cooked. How these little abandonments seem to sting so easily”.

But that’s still not my point here.

My point here is pretty simple. I am astounded, daily, by the true hearts that live within the people around me. From Larcy and Cwaig’s random clothing of homeless people in an effort to keep them warm and promote SA music (yes. really), to Gladys’ ‘prayers for Cath because she deserves to have everything she ever needs’ to the ‘nicky sms madness’ to the just damn well being nice to me. It always shocks me a little when people are. I am still awed by every time someone does something just nice for me.

I always think of Garry’s ‘plate of food and you will eat it because you would do the same’ the night before I left for a worktrip and was basically, circumstantially, without any clue of where i was going, who i was, and how i was going to do anything, and what I did or did not have. It is always when I am most scared, that someone within the kinky circle stands up, appears. Anne’s “i’m just going to the store to pick up some things and then I’ll come see you” trip. And when she arrived, she just filled my cupboards and said not a word. I have a kabillion examples. From the little to the bigger to the biggest. To the “smile’ flowers. to the flowers sent by persons then unknown to me and since christened (see above), as the “bhora flowers”. These things have just happened again, and again, for me. I am eternally blessed. And I am not sure how I got so.

My point being. Is that I hope I do enough back.