All The Small Things

I've been so pathetically slack in posting lately that I have rather a lot to catch up on... so lets get down to it shall we.

Firstly, September in the Sass household is full of birthdays. So here are some of the birthday wishes that I failed to post in a timely manner - something that I'm sure anyone who knows me will be terribly surprised about... hahahaha.

Firstly, Tink.

Its been forever since I spoke to you. I think about you often though. I'm really not sure why we haven't spoken - especially now that you are so close. It seems silly. I guess the longer it goes on the harder it is to call, perhaps for both of us. I do hope that you had a wonderful birthday, and that you enjoyed spending it with your family after so long away. I miss talking to you, laughing with you.

 

Secondly, Meg.

I hope that you heard our collective thoughts of love and happiness in knowing you, and I hope that you heard at rather a lower volume than we were singing it, Mum and I belting out that special song for you in the car. I miss you. I wish you could see Nicky. I hope that you are happy where you are, and that you are enjoying watching our little drama's. And I thankyou too, because I'm sure you must have had a hand in bringing that cow poo splattered wonderful man into my life - I can imagine you having a good old laugh at me playing farmer lady. Look after that poddy OK?

 

Thirdly, Mum.

I asked my Mum what she would like to do for her birthday - go to lunch or something. She wanted to drive to a cemetary 2 hours away and visit the grave of a lady who used to be engaged to her grandfather. Despite thinking that this was a rather odd way of spending ones birthday, I agreed to her request, and off we went.

The story goes that my great-grandfather was in love with this lady, who's name was Ella. She and he were desperately in love. Just before they were due to be married, he left her to marry my great grandmother, who was, at the time, 7 months pregnant.

They were married in a back room of the church, with only their parents as witnesses. No guests.

Ella never married, and my grandfather believes that in the end, she died of a broken heart.

There is some speculation that my great-grandfather married my great-grandmother because she was pregnant, but that the baby wasn't his. In their era, it would have been social death for her to be a single mother, and he was a close friend of her family. It would appear that he sacrificed his love for, and life with, Ella, in order to save my great-grandmother.

Mum said that they never shared a bed, throughout their marriage. They slept in twin beds always, which was rather odd she thought, as her other grandparents shared a double bed, as did everyone else she knew. They did have more children though, so at some stage they must have consumated their marriage.

I thought it was a rather tragic story really, and I felt sorry for everyone involved. Poor Ella, who had her heart broken by the man that she loved, and had to watch as his family grew. Poor great-grandfather, who gave up the woman that he loved in order to conform to societies strictures. Poor great-grandmother, who must have always felt that she had ruined both Ella's life and great-grandfathers, and who must have felt that passion for someone else, someone whom she could see each time she looked at her child.

After we left the cemetary, we went to have dinner at a fantastic restaurant. It was lovely to have Mum all to myself for a change, and to get away from it all. Happiest of Birthdays to you Mum.

 

Fourthly, GM.

GM's birthday is the day after my Mums, and Megs. We spent the evening out at the farm, where we were joined by every man and his dog. There was much drinking, pool playing and pashing on. GM sprited me out the back to the laundry room late in the evening, to "just have some time alone with you, some you and me time."

He kissed me gently, looked into my eyes and told me that he loved me.

It was supposed to be his birthday, but I think that was the best gift of the night, and he gave it to me.

Later in the night we spoke about houses, but I'll tell you about that a bit later on...

 

Fifth in line, Mr. D.

Usually I'd wish Mr. D. a happy birthday and say something nice about him. I don't know. I'm struggling at the moment. Its hard to think happy thoughts for someone who is consistantly cruel to you. But I do wish him the best for the coming year. I hope that he can get past this rubbish that he is stuck in - the stuff about how and why we broke up - and find some joy in his life as it is now.

 

Thats it, I think, for the birthdays. Happiest returns to one and all.