Ha... I meant to do this so long ago and so much has happened, since, to be grateful for. Too much to fit. Think of this as 'Today at Wimbledon', only over a week or so, and not (necessarily) about tennis.At the top of my mind this moment is work. I had a few days working on a German-speaking roleplay job. I did the same job in English last week, but this was my first German dose. I loved it. It was quite challenging... playing very high status and needing to come across sharp, knowledgable and decisive about things you just can't know enough about. It was cool.
And the people I get to work with on such jobs! Such lovely people, they are. I can walk into a room full of people I've never met before and know that I'm going to have some great conversations, hear some fantastic stories and that we're all going to laugh a lot, AND we'll do the job to the absolute best of our ability. Yesterday morning's rendition of 'consider yourself' in French accents was a tiny highlight. A Jack (not the Jack) led with the 'consider yourself' and everyone joined in in the response, all with a Clouesau twang. Really made me laugh, especially its nonchalance. Lots of really delicious people there. I feel very lucky to get to play with that crew.And as it was a Steps job, I get a dose of the Jack, Regal Rebaldi, who never fails to delight me, cheer me, entertain me and make me feel special, valued and glad. I see him make everyone else feel special too. It's a gift and I like it very much.
Speaking of tennis, I enjoyed a fabulous evening in front of Wimbledon on Monday, with Ruth. Normally unsweary and gentle in her demeanour towards everyone, her railing against Boris Becker made me very happy indeed. Directly to him, comments touched upon things like 'Oh do shut up!' and 'If you haven't got anything interesting to say, don't say anything at all.' About him was slightly more colourful (only slightly - Ruth's not an f-or c-bomb kind of a lady, but a well-placed 'bugger' and genuine exasperation did the trick much more nicely and still managed to shock me). At one point, when I'd gone to make a cup of tea, I came back to her all wide-eyed, saying 'Do you know what he just said? He said "He's hitting another one." Of COURSE he's hitting another one, he's playing TENNIS!" Loved it. Thanks, Ruth, for letting me see a side of you that rarely shows itself, but is very pleasing indeed.
I'm absolutely over the moon that I got my website up and live. I'm very grateful to Fiona Sturrock, a very fine coach, for being the catalyst that finally made it happen on a fixed date and to Rob Grundel, for being ace, encouraging me and getting it hooked up to my domain name (http://www.stateofplay.co/). Ah, the irony of meaning to/trying to/never getting round to finishing this (because of fear, angry perfectionism, procrastination and a desperate need for it to be right when there's just no such thing for three years or so and then doing it in a day, upstairs in Starbucks... less than a day. I typed a lot. I thought a lot, but fast, and I made decisions. It isn't pefect. There are still typos in it, which I have seen. I will fix them, but I'm quite enjoying the discipline of not changing it all the time. I'll update it tomorrow, maybe, and I want to do the same with my personal site by this Sunday, 30th June. Yes, yes yes. That doesn't have to be anything other than what it is, either. I'm very grateful too, by the way, to all the fabulous people who've made comments about the State of Play website, who've done likey things on facebook and/or taken the time to read it. Oh, so many other things, be they dog fixes (oh the proper pack in the park opposite my house), wide-eyed baby moments, beautiful views from the balcony of my new place, or shared gentleness in public. This last has been interesting. People on the tube. People holding doors and smiling. People making random eye contact in the street. It's funny... I'm feeling an odd mixture at the moment of quite lonely and coreless and yet easily charmed by things and people. There is work to be done. I can feel that things are happening. This isn't the happiest or most fulfilled moment of my life, by far far far, but it is one that is useful and full of promise, however veiled. So I feel positive, but on satellite delay. Or something.
And I've been dancing again. I decided not to go and then found myself there. Afterwards someone asked if I'd enjoyed it. I said yes, of course, because I had. She said 'you just kept smiling'. Ha... what I love about it (this 5-rhythmsy stuff) is that it's free. You don't have to be 'a good dancer'. You don't have to connect with other people if you really don't want to but you can if you like. You can grin like a loon and do monster dancing if you want to. I'm not saying I did (I so did). Even more 'scary' is moving in a way that could be seen as graceful. It could be seen as TRYING to be graceful, which would be mortifying, in my world, but in fact, it just is, in that context. I'm not trying to be anything, I'm just dancing and moving and being a twattish twat and all kinds of other things, and it's wonderful. Nothing terrible seems to be coming of it. This is good news.
Finally, the first thing on this site, placed there on the day of the last post... I visited a website with baby names (looking for names for a story). I liked the font and I liked the site very much, and it was possibly even the day that I was writing my site, or the day before. I emailed the contact on the site to ask what the font was and who built/designed the site. A lady came back to me almost immediately with those answers, evidently delighted to be asked. Their own website pleased me very much, so I contacted them too. They didn't respond in any way, but the fun, by that time, had already been had.
http://tedworthandoscar.co.uk/contact/
Oh, and then there's this, the reason for all the pictures. It's called The Kraken Wakes and it's the sweariest blog I think I've ever read. I enjoyed in very much. This one's for you, Lady Birkinshaw.
www.thekrakenwakes.org/parenting-2/word-up/
Go on, fill your boots.
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