A Happy New Year to al of you Fellow Bloggers. A mad crew we must be to have persevered with this challenge.Bravo !
THE YAAN. Its 10.20pm here in Bellingen, Australia. All is quiet. Its 21.5 degrees Celsius. There’s been 1.2 mm rain since 9 a.m. this morning. And there’s almost no wind. Now and then, cheers erupt from the house 2 doors up the street. Nothing too raucous. Across the river, we heard fireworks briefly at 9p.m. but didn’t see anything. Likely I will be in bed before midnight. Izzy’s music gear is all stashed in his van. John and him played by the pool at the luxury resort despite the rain and cold and I went to my meeting in town and talked again until the shops were shut. My Girls were here during the day for a bit. All in all, a peaceful ending to a tough year. Me, I am going to read Edgar Rice Burroughs in bed. The CHESSMEN OF MARS this time. I’m leaving all the confusion and relational hurts alone for the rest of the Year and letting it all sleep.
One thing I do do – is wish you all a 2012, that ….. Let me think. The 2012 that is the BEST for you.
Back into the TROVE for me to see what other New Year’s have been.
Tip No 30 : Let it sleep
THE MUD BRICK WALL WITH THE EYE.
I am going to lie down and think about the Yaan. Back soon.
Well, I took my time getting back to you. I truly let it sleep. Me and IT. I have been asleep almost all the day. In the mudbrick house down by the river. I think I shall let it sleep entirely for the day. I have some reflecting to do about the year which has passed before I go back to writing.
For now – LET IT ALL SLEEP.
Let the grievances sleep. And the memories. Let the hopes for 2012 sleep and the worries abut family and about where to live. LET IT SLEEP. The air is sweet and cool. The breeze is up from the river and its mighty good to be in a house made of mud and timber and stone instead of steel framed. I do not like steel frames. I like wood under my feet and windows open onto the world. I like seashells embedded in mud walls and I really like standing around talking to like minded people for so long that we forget the time and miss the last of the shops and then we LET IT ALL SLEEP.
DECEMBER 27 2011 : She had the loaded handbag of someone who camps out and seldom goes home, or who imagines life must be full of emergencies. Mavis Gallant.
A YAAN AT NIGHT.
Taking a double shift on the eBENCH today. I didn’t expect BETWEEN to keep gathering meaning for me. Back when Dad was in his 80s and longing for death, they were transferring him from one temporary respite centre to another. One well-meaning nurse said to him “ think of it an a learning experience, Bruce.” He gave her his “ I wouldn’t piss on you from a great height” sideways look and said “ I have had quite enough learning experiences for one lifetime.”
Well, that’s how I feel tonight. Another dratted ‘ between’ time.
Tip No 27 : Don’t write if you’re upset at someone.
Evening, Friends. A quiet night. I am not actually upset with anyone tonight. How good is that ? I have been upset with people and places and things for what seems to be forever. I was out in the Bush for Christmas and having a truly good time but now I am thinking of DOLLS. The Cheery Redhead received this beautiful doll from Santa Claus and I have been thinking of the Doll I had when I was little. I wasn’t a very Dolly sort of little girl but I did have ONE doll. She was rather beautiful. Her eyes open and closed and she cried when you picked her up. Kati B spent a lot of time finding a doll whose eyes opened and closed and who was pretty.
I think I only ever had ONE doll. They had hospitals for dolls then and we were very faithful. I liked the ones who drank a bottle and then wet their nappy.
The Cheery Redhead’s new doll is one of those special dolls.
As for the rest of the day. it was one classic Australian Xmas Day – just a little gentler – a little more moderate in temperature and mood than it sometimes is. Thanks Brierfield people.
One day at a time.
Turned into a good one.
Managed to snaffle a gift for the Daughter that is good enough to please me.
It’s a little Xmas but its Xmas.
Now I have a platter of fruit ready to go tomorrow.
Izzy is wrapping gifts for the little girl and we are to venture up South Arm Road at 7.30 am to share in the Santa gift opening.
Tonight we went to No 5 Church Street in Bellingen with friends.
To the LONELY HEARTS XMAS FEAST. $20 per person.
Now that was a happy time. Good local food. Home made ice cream and sauces. Beautiful young people.
NO 5 CHURCH STREET BELLINGEN. THE FEAST OF THE LONELY HEARTS COMBINED WITH A BIRTHDAY.
I want to write. I want to Yaan with you but – I can’t get past the prospect of termination of relationship and moving house – again – for long enough to stay calm and/or cheerful enough to write or Yaan. Bit of a tough year this one for a Lady who is feeling rather old and rather battered. Forgive me then. I shall just meander through the Trove and see what I can find from the old Women’s Weekly Magazine. Tomorrow, I shall rally and be able to wish you all the fine things of this time of the year.
The Australian Women’s Weekly (1933 – 1982), Wednesday 28 November 1951
WHAT on Earth has Happened to OUR GLORIOUS Weather?. (1934, December 15). The Australian Women’s Weekly .
Morning, out there. I’m taking a real eBENCH sitdown this morning. Before a cup of tea or breakfast. I was up before dawn and it looked like the rain was going to last all day. I stumbled across the article above. That’s what its been like for a couple of years here.