Thursday, 11 July 2013
When you get home safely after a holiday, there's always a week or so of adjustment. Mixed feelings: great to be home, but sorry the hol. is over. Never mind, look forward to the next one. Relief: back in our own deliciously soft bed. Anxiety: rush around to water my expiring indoor plants that small son forgot about. Loads of washing (small son saved his for me as well.) Relief: the house didn't burn down or suffer another flood from sub-standard plumbing like last time. A general feeling of well-being (for me), gloom for my husband (back to the stresses of work). Reflection: it was great to be up in Johannesburg and see friends I haven't bumped into for 35 years when we used to share a communal house together. It was great to attend my brother-in-law's 70th birthday but sad to have to attend a funeral - the oldest family member of our generation: uncomfortable feelings of our own mortality. Still, it was a wonderful funeral, about 100 people and wonderful eats enough for 200. That's what's nice about living and working in the same community all your life: everyone comes and everyone remembers you. Such nice things get said. Made me wonder what my own will be like one day as I've moved about a lot. Will someone send out word on Facebook or Twitter? Will memories be jogged in far corners of the globe and messages be texted? I'd love to be a fly on the wall. Better not.