I am home and it is early (literally about 2:00am), maybe too early to be thinking too deeply, too much but the mind is racing. The nose is also running as again, hours of exposure to dry cold air on board, has triggered the old hay fever symptoms.
Time with mum, as she wept and talked and started to learn that her life has irrevocably changed, provided time to think. I wept once, long and hard into the night. Mum and I pottered, read, binge-watched old TV series on Netflix at night and when she was up to it, went out. She loved our beach trip. There were five people on miles and miles of beach…the life guard in his tower behind us and just sand, sky and sea. It did us both good. We went to the huge shopping plaza a few towns away where mum practiced using her new bank card, remembering her PIN number….with a bit of prompting, but loving the tap and go element of shopping. The limit for this in Australia is $100 so if she does forget her PIN she should be ok for most purchases.
I finished two novels and more amazingly, two crocheted market bags….
The one on the left has since been dyed a gorgeous French navy colour and looks more chic by far. I used this pattern as my guide, but reduced the size of the holes in the net as larger holes make me feel insecure, (I can lose something in a zipped up bag so a string bag with big holes is a disaster waiting to happen for all my bits and pieces). By doing this I had to change the whole pattern, but it was a good exercise for my brain. It got me thinking though, about who owns a pattern if it has been inspired by one but recreated in a different way? The other bag is my least favourite, but artist sister and her knitting designer friend disagreed with my critique of it and suggested I try and write the pattern for this one…something to think about. I did like making the tassel, though. Going to dye this one too.
A dear friend from old (we met at boarding school as young teenagers) came to stay a night with mum and me. In sweltering heat we remembered some of our old crimes, adventures, her visit to Papua New Guinea one school holiday that involved pythons, working in the rubber plantation ‘shop’, a picnic at the drive-in theatre as well as another time, getting drunk together with three others, and we laughed so much it hurt. She has since been calling mum to check on her which mum (and I) love.
I worked in the garden with this beauty
In the last few days in Australia I left mum to stay with my artist sister. I did a 10K hike with her partner from the Spit Bridge to Manly and ended up drinking pale ale (so pale it was like lager, good for me) in the 4 Pines. I saw my awesome step son for a few cheeky margaritas in his bar in Darlinghurst. Another highlight was a two decade(ish) catch up with a uni friend who is now a writer. We had such a laugh and it is so good to be reconnected.
And now I am at home. It feels as if I have two homes really. When I am there I have family and a set of awesome friends, and here I have my girlies and another set of awesome friends. There are moments when I do feel torn. Where is the right/best place to be?
But enough. That is something I will have to live with for ever. The only solution is to keep spending what time I can in Australia….more things to think about.
This post is now long enough and I have not even started on what I am really thinking about. It might be prudent if I DID something about my plans and share a new update once that is done.
Happy pancake day people. x