Monday, October 29, 2007
Life is busy. Too busy sometimes. Even though its only been 2 weeks since we came back it could well have been a holiday in another life. Maybe, even, a holiday in someone else's life.
I suppose I have to trust the pictorial evidence.
We had a wonderful time in spite of the inauspicious start. Walking, climbing, wandering, talking, sleeping, eating, dreaming, loving. No work, no dependent relatives, no cooking, no laundry. No worries. Catch-up time.
For the heart and the spirit.
And then, home.
To absolute mayhem.
Or maybe it just feels that way.
And to top it all, in a moment of sheer insanity, I told the Molly Bawn that I would attempt the NoBloPoMo this year.
I suspect a visit to a psychiatrist might be imminent.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
"Get up! Get up!" I shrieked.
I am not, normally, in the habit of shrieking. So unladylike.
But it was 5.55am and our flight was scheduled for 7am. We live 15 miles from the airport.
Under the circumstances, shrieking was acceptable. I thought.
It was very dark. Headless chickens indulging in a suicidal dance of indescribable intensity. Followed by a maniacal car journey peppered with threats of divorce, severing of the carotid arteries and panic filled silence.
I was all shrieked out.
We made it.
By the skin of our teeth.
But all, needless to say, was not sweetness and light on this, the beginning of our much anticipated "quality time" together.
Communication was down to "vision only".
Under normal circumstances, "vision only" is reserved for those times when everything that needs to be said has been said and further verbal communication is detrimental, and the option for the wise is to retreat in silence.
I can do this with a certain amount of grace.
GB is unable.
Sure, he can retreat into stony silence. But there is nothing graceful about it.
Especially if he feels guilty.
And GUILTY, m'lud, he was. Oh yes, VERY guilty.
The night before the much awaited journey, he enquired, authoritively, "What time shall I set the alarm for?" "I'll do it, if you like" I offerred, pleasantly. "No, no, I'll set my phone ... no need to set the clock .... you'll only be restless, wondering, is this the time the clock is going to go belly up and not go off!" This was accompanied by a rather, patronising laugh. I shrugged, "O.K. Set if for 4.45 then ... that should give us plenty of time".
He set the damn thing for 5.45.
Things could only get better.