WAITING IN MY LIVING ROOM FOR SUMMERTIME.
Tip No 19 : Be funny.
Its cold and grey again. Again and again. I hunted out my boots and jeans this morning and a long sleeved shirt and then headed Bush for the day. Out to my daughter’s. I take the South Arm Road up there, along the side of the River. I’m fed up with rain and coolness but the country does look mystical in it. The river’s high and the grasses are long. Ferns are standing higher than the car with the last colours of Springtime dropping off the Jacaranda trees.
I’m timid in some places but not on these country roads. I’m at home on them. I love the River that they follow. One time, long ago, Abbey told me that Kalang , the South Arm of the Bellinger was named when some people, tired of being asked by white fellas for the names of each and every thing they saw, let out an exclamation of exasperation “GALANG!” I gather the English equivalent doesn’t translate politely.
And now – I wait again. For the sun to come out. For Christmastime. For a man to come home from work – that’s something I did not intend for this time of my life. I wait for ideas to come and I wait to swim.
This morning, FRIZZTEXT announced the birth of his 3rd Grandson, in Berlin. The Christmas before last, I was waiting for the birth of my third grandchild. Then last year, we waited while my sister eased her way out of this life.
December 2011 – the Waiting is seemingly much smaller this year. I am just waiting for the Summertime.
A FEW NEW ONES. ( NEW FOR ME , THAT IS. )