Sorry that my blog is late this week, if you noticed. My website software was upgrading, and I lost my phone (where I store memes) for several days. It was very peaceful. I quite enjoyed it.
Perhaps I need to borrow my son’s cell phone jail. Pre-Christmas his girlfriend, in fits of laughter, told me that she had bought him a cell phone jail as a joke. Later when I was out shopping with him, he bought her a cell phone jail too, “I shouldn’t,” he said, laughing, “But it’s very funny.” “Yes,” I said, laughing too, “it is.”
And it was. Especially for me as I knew what was coming when they opened their presents. Of course, they haven’t used them, but I might.
(thank you Katherine)
Joes aside, I am a sad little chicken, missing my Mum. She is sitting at home in Zimbabwe, with her little dog glued to her side, missing the endless stream of teenagers that spend time at our house. Three of them are currently eating French toast for breakfast and watching Manchester United vs Somebody or other in the lounge after a sleepover (I personally think it should be called a sleepunder).
Mum is safely back home after a boring journey, which just involved 24 hours of sitting reading and being fed regularly. It was tough. This time she didn’t get taken into a private room and frisked down in Sydney airport, as she did on the way here. She kept setting off some metal detector and they thought she was an 85 year-old spy bomb granny. She was undaunted by that experience, if fact, she LOVED travelling, and is keen to travel to the UK next, then back here, once I save up enough for another ticket. She has curbed her passion all these years because my father disliked travelling. He went to Africa by boat age 7, and went back to the UK by boat once for a holiday when he was 17, and that was more than enough. He never went on an aeroplane. Mum flew to Zambia as a young nurse keen for a year of adventure, and met my Dad. She drove to Zim with him, and there they stayed.
I suppose those of us who are married adjust to fit the person we marry, to a greater or lesser extent, that, or we don’t stay married for very long. Even so, some fundamental aspects of ourselves don’t change much. It’s funny to think how much hinges on who we do or don’t marry. If my husband had married someone who loved travel and wasn’t allergic to bicycles, he might have been going for biking holidays through France, like a fun friend of ours, not that she went with her husband. And if he hadn’t wanted to marry me, I probably would have become a reclusive mad cat lady. I’m still surprised and grateful that he a.) Wanted to marry me in the first place and b.) Still likes being married to me. We were driving along recently and I said “What a beautiful day it is!” And he said, “Yes! Where would you like to go?” And I said “Home.” He still finds it hard to believe that socializing wears me out, and I am still wishing he could discover how lovely it can be to be at home all by yourself. Hope does spring eternal in the human breast.
And so, for all the introverts out there, may you have some delightful, delicious alone time! And for the extroverts out there, may you have a fun, fabulous time socializing with your favourite people! (Once you have retrieved them from their cave, that is.) And may you have some gloriously peaceful device free time! (that is actually a blessing, not a curse, just sayin’).
P.S. Cat update.
The cats were neck and neck in the Premier Rat Catching League, five all. Then it was six all.
Then Davy brought in a rat and lost it downstairs. (score Davy 6 ½, Hobbes 6) Then Hobbes found it and dispatched it (Davy 6 ½ Hobbes 6 ½).
Yesterday Hobbes brought in a rat and decided to let it go in Jack’s room, for a bit of fun. I disembowelled Jack’s room trying to trap it, while Hobbes frolicked around and caught and released it multiple times, until it hid successfully. I gave up, restored the room and was working in the living room when it wondered down the passage and bumped into Hobbes. They both blundered around and then it hid in a rustic wooden bench made from a holey tree trunk. Hobbes sat wistfully on top hoping it would come out to play again. I then dragged aforesaid bench outside, and Hobbes camped next to it for a while, until he got bored and came back inside. (Davy 6 ½ Hobbes -30)
I never knew so many rats lived near our house, and always wondered why there are so many rat traps carefully placed in every green belt and forest. Now I know.