There is always hope - In the name of Thiago - Day 98
As any football fan
will tell you, the despair is easy to cope with, it’s the bloody hope that gets
you.
But I’m going to run
with the whole hope thing and see if I can’t even turn it into some sort of
expectation a little later in the year for good measure. Yes, today is a better
day. And I reckon a lot of that is down to having time with my girls. Not too
much time you understand as Elisa’s default setting is still not to arise from
her slumbers until well into the afternoon but certainly enough to remind me why
I wanted a family in the first place.
The weather helps of
course. We are lucky enough to have a reasonable sized garden, which serves as
a natural escape plan during this terrible time. And bloody hell, Angelica doesn’t
half make the most of it. You’d think that after an exhausting 13 hour shift on
the Covid-19 ward at our local hospital that she’d probably be wanting to be
putting her feet up.
No fucking chance.
That little trooper seems to view relaxing as a personal affront to her Duracell
bunny tendencies. She was out there again smashing through weeds and digging up
dry soil. It just fires her up I guess, gees she loves that garden.
I’ve always seen the
garden as Angelica’s domain, which frankly is an enormous cop out. Everything
she knows about the garden is self taught, so it’s fair to say that her
incredible go-getting attitude extends to well beyond the way she views nursing.
Angelica comes from a
relatively middle class – which in itself is fairly unusual – background in
north-eastern Brazil. The family didn’t struggle as many Brazilian families do.
She grew up around the favelas but not in them, though her family were certainly
not wealthy. She knows the value of things.
That hard working
attitude briefly rubbed off on me today and I actually liked it. Okay I was
only weeding and I’m way off knowing anything of any note that goes on in this wonderful
place but I could yet become a convert.
I was commenting over
the hedge to my next door neighbour Steve, (that’s Super Steve for those of you
who have been reading the blog since January), that my expertise levels can be
summed up like this: if it’s green it’s probably a weed, if it’s another colour
you should probably leave it be. Yep, I’m that bad!
Anyway after dedicating
the first half of the day to working in the garden the second half was for
playing in it. Elisa joined in for a bit until she got a ‘bit tired’ and of
course, as most of you are aware by now, refused to be in any photos.
All in all, it was a
good day, a day interspersed with good news from people saying they would still
get involved in the walk despite it now being in September/October instead of
the height of the summer. I think it’s all going to be alright you know.
You can help it be
even more alright by getting involved in the fundraising effort, either by
making a donation to the cause or joining me for a stage of my ‘In the name of
Thiago memorial walk’ this autumn. Go on you know you want to. I certainly want
you to!
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