Hello dear reader,
Come on in. Please, make yourself comfortable and help yourself to tea or coffee. I hope you’ve been well and all your creative projects are blossoming.
I’ve got a lot to share with you today, so please sit back and enjoy my tails from Azerbaijan, as promised a couple of weeks ago (you can catch up on a few more posts about my recent trip to my motherland here and here).
When I visited Azerbaijan, I took loads of photos. I was particularly keen to have some family portraits. As my grandma kept reminding me, it could have been our last meeting. Here she is, my dear beloved grandma. I hope this is not the last of our photos together.
And here is my grandma’s idea of a family portrait.
I’ve had my eye on this photo for a long while, and finally plucked the courage to ask for it. She gifted it to me without hesitation. ‘I’ll order a new one,’ she shrugged off my objections.
This photo makes me cringe with embarrassment. It also warms my heart.
A few years ago, my grandma decided we didn’t have a ‘proper’ family portrait. So she decided to make one up. She found someone who is good at Photoshop and voila!
Let me introduce you my core family:
Left to right (the number in brackets is the age of people on this photo).
Bottom: My grandma (32); my dead uncle (22?) and my grandpa (in his early 30s).
Top: Me (16); my younger uncle (35); my mum (18 – before I was born); and my older uncle (23).
I love how ridiculous this photo is even though to an ignorant eye it could look innocuous. I also love that the main complaint about this photo comes from my younger uncle: ‘I’m older than dad! Couldn’t you use a different photo of me?’
The fact that I am on the same photo with an uncle who died three years before my birth does not surprise anyone.
Anyway, I’m glad I had this photo here with me as it cheered me up all this week. It’s been a tough week as I had a complex dental surgery on Monday. Without getting too graphic, suffice it to say that I had a sinus lift and a donor bone placed inside my upper jaw. I look rather hideous with a swollen face and big bruises. But I’ll spare you of my photo right now. One weird photo per post is enough.
Then on Thursday night my son was unwell. He had a barky cough and some breathing difficulties. We ended up calling an ambulance, and he went to children’s hospital with his dad. Needless to say, I couldn’t sleep all night. The waiting time at the hospital was 6 hours(!), so in the end it was quicker for them to come home and see our local doctor. He is better, though we had another restless night.
Despite all health challenges, creatively, it was a good week. My guest post ‘The Power of Real Life Stories’ appeared on Ula’s blog on Monday. It’s about Tahir Shah, my favourite writer.
Reading Ula’s Monday Inspirations posts also gave me an idea to start a new series called The Story Behind The Story. Have a read and spread the word, please. I’d love to feature inspiring stories on my blog.
And speaking of inspiration: Diana is hosting week-end coffee shares and there are many amazing bloggers who join her weekly.
That’s all from me today. Thank you for stopping by. Have a great week-end!