We have quite a busy year ahead of us here at Tribble Towers. I had to have some teeth removed in October, and in February I’m being fitted for the partial dentures (I investigated the possibility of implants, which I would have qualified for on the NHS since the extractions were for medical reasons, but my jaw is crumbling and is far too weak to support the metal plate that would have to be inserted for the implants to screw in to – so dentures it has to be).
In spring planting season begins, and this time I intend to be fit enough to be in the greenhouse. I still have to work on the strength in my legs, which have atrophied somewhat from lack of use, but hopefully I’ll be able to bend and crouch again by the time Big Ben rings in the new year.
In August I’ll be well in to the pickling season, and we’ll be heading off to Birmingham for the Discworld Convention – our last one for a while due to funds. As usual there will be Jan, Anna, Taz and her “Death Of Adipose” plushie, Jedit, Brian, Wint, Adrian and the other Usual Suspects, along with new people to make friends with, and some bloke in a hat wandering about who’s written some books (Terry is a lovely man, as is his close friend Stephen Briggs). I intend to swim, sew and teach some friends a few simple ukulele chords – basically I shall be taking things easy.
Tribble and I also have other, tentative, plans before the Convention – for round about March or April, when I’m used to my partials and they have settled in. Perhaps May.
I’ve been wearing this beautiful ring for a little over four years now:
When Tribble and I first got together we “knew” right away – and so no time was wasted in purchasing this elegant little piece for my finger. However, things have prevented us taking the next step over the last four years – money, my health, the divorce (mine) that seemed to drag on forever (I had to be separated from my ex husband for two years before I could proceed, and then he didn’t get a solicitor and that slowed things down), and now my mother’s recent battle with cancer.
This ring has been through the wars right along with me; it’s been “gently worn”, as the jewellers described it when it needed repairing; it needed repairing because of the whole debacle of some epilepsy meds making me plonk on weight and it had to be cut off my finger and resized. It now needs resizing again, because the weight disappeared on stopping that particular medication, and now my finger is a slender size L again. Through the good times and the bad, this ring has been on and off my finger but always near my side and in my heart. As Tribble says, even when I’m not physically wearing it, I always have it on me emotionally and that’s what counts.
This year coming we hope to add another ring, so that it can start to have adventures with the ring I already have:
As Tribble doesn’t want a ring and money is a bit tight, I feel it only fair to offer to pay halves on this one. After that, I’m buying my own gown and Tribble will be paying for the venue. Just a small registry office affair with a few close friends and family will do for us – followed by a meal somewhere. Thanks to my friend Ondineblue I know where I’m looking for my gown, and it will be a gown that I can wear again at special occasions. It has to have sleeves, or I at least need to be able to find a pretty matching wrap, as I have tattooes on both arms from my biker chick days and wish for those to be hidden on the day.
To say that I’m excited is an understatement. I can’t wait to see our plans solidify into something definite!