What can
I say about this last week? Hell where do I start??
Actually
it all started kinda smooth, with me catching this very bus only in
reverse…that is taking me away from home… that was last Thursday…but to give
you an idea of the state I was in going into this, I should mention that I’d
only been home 2 weeks having flown south to spend 17 days with younger
daughter when she gave birth 11 days too early… and since then I have felt like
a rabbit
chased by friendly ferrets… but I’m more inclined think they were skitszo ferrets after my sanity…
The first
night was peaceful enough, as peaceful as it can be when staying with a
daughter on the verge of pulling her hair out over last minute wedding plans
and two hyper granddaughters who were intent on pulling me a dozen different directions
at once…
The
humidity and tropical storms brewing didn’t help either but all in all
everything was under control.
Friday
younger daughter and new bub arrived and that night was ‘hen’s night’ which had
a red theme complete with crazy games and lots of wine… I survived only by
going home early with newest granddaughter in my care. I slept on the lounge that
night at my daughters & woke up with a crippling backache that hounded me
with pain & back spasms for three days.
The
weekend was filled with shopping and more last minute wedding plans and even
though temps hovered near 40 & humidity rose to the high 90’s we still kept
up our spirits and retreated to the comfort of aircon at every opportunity.
By Tuesday
however the storms broke in a raging tempest that lasted the rest of the week,
complete with flash floods & road closures… with each rain filled day
taking us closer & closer to the day of my daughter’s wedding.
Monday I
received a phone call from a close friend who told me, without actually telling me
that our
mutual friend and mentor had passed away. I knew before any words were spoken.
Late last year my mother-mentor, the crone in my small circle of women-friends,
had pulled me aside and with wise grey eyes told me that she was ready… that
her time was near to end and she was ready. Grief & fear sprang to my eyes
at her words and she admonished me; it is
the way of things, she said.
Then she
told me not to wear black to her service… I’ll
haunt your dreams if you do, she promised; I’ve always loved how purple looks on you… wear purple…
So on the
Friday, for her service, I wore purple.
And the
rain continued in fast n heavy unpredictable monsoonal squalls.
The next
day, Saturday, the weather continued in the same way…. and the day had come for
me to walk my daughter down the aisle. There would be no beach-side nuptials
with the ocean as a picturesque backdrop
as planned…we had to go with the contingency and hold the wedding in the
function room.
Nevertheless
it was a beautiful ceremony complete with tears, smiles & laughter…oh and
one vomiting child.
My
daughter looked beautiful and my son in law very handsome… love & happiness
flowed from their eyes.
We ended
the weekend with a family feast at the club where other son in law was nearly
given food poisoning by rotten fish… and by the Monday when everyone had to
leave we enjoyed a beach side picnic before goodbyes were said.
Monday
night I arrived home, feeling both shell-shocked and emotional drained & replete…
definitely
a roller coaster start to the year!
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