6.30 a.m., sun just peeking over the grape vine, kitties fed, chickens fed, 2 cups of tea inside me…all good to go on a post.
First , Nortsat, I think Missy sounds absolutely adorable – noisy, but who could resist an elderly cat doing her best to chat amicably with her Mummy? I think you are very wise to be cautious, and just think of this time as a cruise, aboard a lifeboat which may be your lifesaver. I hope that Theo is keeping warm and cosy, Jan, in that bitter Norfolk weather. Also that your DD is doing well. Our little girls are finding summer nights on the bed just too warm (and I have to confess, 2 cats are the equivalent of 2 blankets), and have taken to sleeping outdoors on the veranda. I have to leave the door open for them, so it’s just as well we live in a safe neighbourhood.
Doodle, I hope life at sea is calm and relaxing…and that the food is still gorgeous and yummy-enjoy!
Muse keep on planning your trip to NZ! When my Dad was very ill, he loved nothing better than to spend his time while he was confined to bed, planning trips just for fun – to Africa, South America and Asia. My sister made a very good friend in the UK on a dog lovers’ site online, and she has been out to visit twice already! It must be such a worry about your DGD. Is there a teacher that she trusts who she could confide in? I used to find that a lot of my students enjoyed chatting through issues with me, especially girls, of course, as it sadly wasn’t “manly” for boys to do so. I remember doing oral French exams with 14 years olds, when we had a strict 10-minute slot to discuss the weather, their pets and hobbies etc, and one poor wee lass broke down in the 1:1 situation, and started unloading all sorts of issues, while the next child waited for her turn, and the next and…So much more important to seize the moment and allow the unburdening, and the other girls were quietly respectful and understanding. I used to teach boys, and was their house mother in the boarding school, and more than a few cried all over me…at least they had access to a woman who they felt able to open up to – some boys’ schools are still relentlessly macho, no female teachers, and no permission to be human.
Kaimoana-your story of the tattooed men and the flowers was infinitely touching. And being the person they could open up to. Grammaretto - as was your anecdote about the little boy taking flowers home to his Mum. Isn’t it lovely, though, now, that young men have society’s permission to be softer, and to show their human side. My father’s generation would never have dreamed of hugging their sons or pushing a pram…the great Kiwi Hard Bloke syndrome, presumably one of the sad effects of their experiences at Monte Cassino, Crete or in the Pacific theatre. My sons absolutely adore their children, read to them, play with them. One of them even bought himself pink pyjamas at the request of his little Tilly, so they could match. He also constructed a fairy walk through the bush for them, with hidden lights and little fairy houses made with sparkly paper and glitter. They remember the Starlight Walks we used to do when they were children, in the bush, totally dark, with torches, and only the amazing night sky.
Yesterday was busy, with end-of-year U3A group meetings, at the Packhouse Café, with lots of laughter and fun. My Roman History group have decided that as soon as the world is back to normal, we’ll have a school trip – to Turkey and North Africa, to see as many Roman sites as possible. Well, a girl can dream! The image of a gaggle of old ladies, sensible walking sandals and shady hats, striding out over the sand, is quite fetching, is it not?
Some much-needed rain last night has refilled our irrigation tanks, but I must go out and check the tomatoes for blight, with all this humidity. After the very hectic few weeks, I’m going to take today off and get back to my family memoirs…I’m conscious of mortality, and the need to document everything for future generations, especially as my own kids are very interested in family history. One day soon, I’ll tell you all about the elopement of Gt Aunt Annie, back in 1907!
Love to all, and apologies to those I’ve missed out. Have a wonderful evening/day, all.