"What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
*There's no vocabulary for love within a family, love that's lived in but not looked at, love within the light of which all else is seen, the love within which all other love finds speech. This love is silent..... *
T S Eliot
After the shopping trip:
Me: I've just spent a bloody fortune on you..
Me: You could try being a bit nicer sometimes
DD: These are difficult times
Me: Don't you go exploiting the situation with Dazzle_Dust (A family health worry)
DD: I'm not! You know I'm going through Boobitty..... !
I hadn't heard puberty called that before! I love it!
*Standing on the rooftops
Everybody scream your heart out*
...Who is Dazzle_Dust's mother. Happy Birthday, let's hope for some good news soon and see you Sunday hopefully!
Defrosting the freezer makes me think of my mother. She was very frail towards the end of her life and would hobble in to the kitchen and stand in the most inconvenient place and offer to help. I'd tell her no, it's OK but sit and talk to me while I do it. Make the time pass pleasantly
And she would talk about Walter De La Mare the poet, or Andy a boyfriend she had during WW2 or her own sisters who by then were all dead. Once she told me about going to see the lying in state of King George Vl and how three queens had attended his funeral. My best memories of my mother are not from childhood when I was one of many but when we were two women together alone talking. It seems funny to miss her presence here in this kitchen which she was never in, as we moved here after she died, but I do.
Perhaps in middle age my daughter or my God daughter will miss me and my stories in a kitchen I will never know....
What with something a bit mad and weird going on in BS's family and my niece's bad news I find I'm distracted to the point where my memory is affected. Today I forgot I had to go to a meeting until a colleague reminded me. Funny that, as I must have ignored the entry in my diary and the note on my calendar.
The top I'm wearing today is a bit slutty and I had no time to change! I wondered if the MD would try to hit on me, he seems to like me. By *like me* I mean he remembers my name, although in all fairness I'm a hard person to forget... Anyway, it was so bloody cold in there I kept my jacket on anyway! So he missed out on a tantalizing glimpse of my really very exciting bra.
This is the middle of the garden where Stan and I admired the late still blooming roses and agreed, yes, it is quite warm in the sun...