My last day of work before a long weekend. 3 days of it.
Why do we always stress over doing too much before we go away. It will all still be there when we get back? Especially from such a short break.
I’m so looking forward to it. My favourite little girls, each with a friend for movies tomorrow afternoon. I did it fairly easily for the previous generation; will I be able to cope with this one?
I remember magic afternoons with my great aunt. Just she and I. Off to children’s theatre, then a bus ride back out of the city centre to where she lived in a ‘boarding house’. The magic of her room, quite different from home. Sitting on my favourite spot, her Chinese kist, the very one that is in my entrance hall today. I do remember when my parents brought it to me, not having seen it for years I was shocked at how small it really is. In my memory it was a lot larger. Funny how a different body size makes one relate differently to things.
At Christmas I spent time with the girls, making necklaces, bracelets, earrings etc.
I sometimes wonder what their memory of me will be when I too have gone?