Thursday, 15 January 2009

Memoria, a ladybug, and a fledgling year

Happy new year, all. It’s still January so I think it’s not too late to be expressing new year verve. 2007 wasn’t that flash. 2008 was delightful. I’m pumped about 2009 and the adventures to be discovered therein. Sometimes you can feel a good year coming, like a train rumbling in the distance.

So far this year I’ve listened to ‘Dreams from My Father’ on recommendation from a thoughtful friend – was fascinating – and the perfect antidote to ongoing Christmas payback. (Am reassessing future Christmas involvement.)

Today my friend brought lunch around and gaily said, “Meals on Wheels!” as she came in the door; my cousin emailed; and there was a ladybug walking daintily on the office wall next to the bed.

Am about to have an online-chat with the fam to coordinate my ‘care’ for this year. (Shall I put in a special request for pavlova?)

Will leave you with last night’s riveting late-night discussion with my living aide-mémoire, he who shields me from total confusion. Behold my razor-sharp mind.

him: what time did you get up this morning?

me: rrrr, not sure.

him: hey, thanks for your text today!

me: did i send you one?

him: yep.

me: was it a nice one?

him: yeah, it was actually.

me: that's good!

him: did you email the GP?

me: i did not. is it on my list?

him: yes.

me: which list?

him: all the lists. white-board, laptop and next to your bed.

me: i’ll look at the lists and remember tomorrow.

him: good night, wifette.

me: good night, life partner.

him: HUSBAND!

me: hooo that’s right, i forget we’re married now!

him: you didn’t forget, and you know it!

me: [that noise your cheeks make when you smile in the dark]

him: i can hear you smiling!

ladybug

Here’s to good memories, meanderings, and little flapping wings.

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9 comments:

  3. and here's to a pleasant year to you my friend.

    i'm skepctical about the year. i don't trust it.

    i'm relying on you for hope...joy...and random ladybug spottings.

    i don't have any right to lean on you, benefit from your strength...but there it is, my weakness, my need for your perspective. i'm glad that we're pollinating with our stories.

    you rock.
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  4. Your writing is excellent. I've enjoying wandering through your posts today.

    Look after Brisbane whilst I'm away.

    F.
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  5. Happy New Year, Greenwords!

    Lovely post :)
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  6. You are one fine writer. I'll be back.
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  7. Sounds familiar to me as well. Did I say that, do that, we agreed to what? Ah well. After 10 years, my partner has (mostly) gotten used to my variable memory.

    I like your poetic post. You have a way of using just the right amount of words.

    Off we go into 2009...
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  8. Hello everyone - just wanted to say a belated thanks for your lovely comments.

    I had grand plans for individual replies, but have realised February is fast approaching and I'd better say thanks to you all before the new year vibes are rendered ineligible due to calendar constraints.

    So...thanks!
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  9. That's lovely!

    My husband also hates when I call him my life partner.
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