Out dammed lurgey…out I say…
And did it listen to me…not really
But I do feel a bit better this afternoon.
The Man and I have had a quiet day in…pretty
unusual for us I know,
But occasionally we do need a quiet day.
Outside it is a bit cool and what I would describe
as a black and white day, well that is how it seems to be to me.
A monochromatic day. You know all thick low clouds,
the light very diffuse so there are no shadows.
OK so I am rambling on a bit …that’s cos I really
don’t have much to say today.
This morning our time, and this evening New Zealand
time we Skype chatted to our oldest grandson. He’s about to turn nineteen. And
where did those years go I ask you…
It’s a much repeated phrase in our house.
Seems like only yesterday I was packing my bag to
head to Masterton, where daughter and son-in-law were living.
Being at a birth is a truly incredible experience.
It really is exceptionally hard to describe the
elation when a new person enters the world. One of life’s miracles.
When you consider that during the 40 weeks prior he
started out as no more than a couple of cells that began dividing and dividing.
Differentiating themselves into organs and bones, blood and skin. Having
accomplished their marvellous work somehow
setting off labour that announced the imminent birth.
OK so I got a bit carried way there, but it is a truly
remarkable thing don’t you think?
Having a nineteen year old grandson makes me feel a
bit old, and that kind of statement always take me back to my father’s words
when oldest daughter turned twenty one. I commented that having a daughter that
age made me feel old; his reply was ‘Well if it makes you feel old, how do you
think it makes me feel?’
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