As it will shock no one in my life, I read a lot. I pretty much always have a book or my Kindle in my purse with them when I leave the house. When I finish a book, there is normally very little time in between finishing it and starting my next one. Frankly, it generally just means waiting for me to choose my next read and, if I do not already have it with me (e.g. on my Kindle), just until I can get my hands on it.
“All men must die. But we are not men.”
A couple of weeks ago Game of Thrones returned to our television screens for its seventh season. I’d been waiting for it like everyone else, though it was not until the season premiere did I realize just how much I wanted to hear this story again.
I have an interesting relationship with the show and story—I started reading the books first, and would proceed to watch the show as I progressed. This led to me being spoiled about the Red Wedding episode roughly a day or two before I read that part in the story. The other thing I found was the previous season of Game of Thrones was quite easy to predict in terms of a couple significant plot points. I won’t tell you what they are in case you (somehow) don’t know already, but what I am trying to convey here is that Game of Thrones was heading into the predictable realm. This is something I really dislike—something needs to capture my interest!
Of course, I wanted to write today about a few of my favourite characters in the series, because they have storylines right now I just cannot get enough of. I mention this because the remainder of this post will likely contain spoilers for those who are not caught up with the show. If you want to avoid that, I would stop reading now.
“Doctor has no gender in English.”
Everyone who knows me will at some point discover just how much I love Doctor Who. For me, it started in 2005 when it returned to our screens after a lengthy hiatus. I don’t quite remember exactly how everything happened, but chances are I walked into the room when my Dad was watching it and stayed. I know he watched it a bit while he was growing up, but I don’t believe it was all the time, only occasionally. Regardless, I started watching it in 2005 and haven’t stopped since.
“If you think dogs can’t count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then give him only two of them.” —Phil Pastoret
Two weeks ago today I talked a little bit about how I was worried about Indy, my family’s dog, since he seemed sick. Carrying on from that day, he did seem to be getting better, but then on that Sunday morning (June 25th) my parents called me to deliver the heartbreaking news that he passed away the night before. I won’t go into all the details, largely because it’s still kind of raw for me.
Later on that day, I wrote a little something and posted it on my Instagram and Facebook accounts. Not that it would change anything, obviously, but writing is one hundred percent an outlet for me. Which, incidentally, is why I find myself writing this now.
When I wrote that piece, I was pretty much crying through the whole thing. My family has told me they were nice words, though I am honestly surprised I could string something coherent together. I have read it back to myself a couple times since, but it actually took a little before I could do that.
For the past week I’ve been trying to keep myself as busy as possible. I have to keep moving forward, you know? Thankfully, I have some pretty great friends—many of whom offered kind words, one who asked if they could do anything, and even one who travelled to my city from theirs to have dinner in an effort to distract me.
I also spent the weekend with my parents and grandparents, where my mom gave me my keepsake for Indy—the food bowl I made him out of clay. It is my proudest piece and, of course, the one made with the most love. I’ll be honest, I don’t know what I am really going to do with it. I’ve gotten suggestions, including making it a bowl for chocolate because even though he wasn’t supposed to have any—Indy did enjoy chocolate. For now, however, it has a special place on my bookshelf.
I miss him, and would love to have him back happy and healthy. My heart is a little cracked and chipped, bruised you might say, but I’m sure it will repair itself in the future. So while I cannot have him back with me and my family, I will keep the memories.
Like how his whole body would wiggle if his tail moved fast enough.
How he could always sniff out a new latex toy in the house, even without setting eyes on it even once.
How he once ate five out of six bagels in a bag when home alone one evening because we left it a little too close to the edge of the counter.
How he would always start the night out sleeping on my bed with me whenever I was home—largely because I was the only one who would allow that.
He’s still the background on my phone—sometimes it stings to look at his sweet face, but so far I cannot bring myself to change it.
Goodbye, my little man. But even though you’re gone, I love you. Present tense.
I’ll admit, I was so undecided about what to write for this week’s Time For Tea. I thought about writing about the new book box I got at the beginning of the month, as I have in a few previous posts, but it did not feel right this time. It is not because I did not like the box this month, because I did like it, but it is mostly because I have had a lot on my mind for past little while and it’s blocking a lot for me.