Am I the only one who’s not getting Daily Post today?
It’s ten in the evening, its a lazy night, I have two children rolling around squealing on my floor, two adults snoozing in front of the telly, and I’m lording over the scene from a perch with my phone.
This post is just for me, just to say that I’ve posted. If I am reading this ten years from now, I hope nothing terrible has happened.
Remember your sisters, remember this moment, tsunami in Japan.
I had a strange weekend…we all did. I entirely forgot that my dad died five years ago yesterday.
The house was full in that – too much noise kinda way, car engines revving in the driveway, people trying to squeeze themselves in, the disregard for space to leave clearly indicating a family do…no one’s going anywhere very soon.
Plates of food, hordes of children pressing through the legs of adults cluthcthing long stemmed wine glasses and purses, shoes jack-knifed in corners, conversation clambering over conversation, eruptions of laughter scattered around, one taking their cue to raise, it seems, as another subsides, llike The Wave at a stadium….
Very hazy, in hind-sight, it was clear, but I missed the meal prayer dropping Auntie Sarah at Lilian Towers, so only at three in the morning, exhausted in bed, did it occur to me that, yes, it had been Dad’s anniversary.
I asked him for a poem but didn’t get one.
Any time I don’t get a poem, I’m despondant’
So I’m surveying the scene around me, mildly un-comfortable, but tonight I don’t mind just watching and listening.
I’m alright with just being here.