post four
Saturday in Werribee helping son in his cafe, TJays. I have been promoted and am now allowed to wrap the knives and forks in napkins and put them on tray, though it did take some begging on my part to be taught the proper way. Wonder when I will be allowed to make a sandwich? I think that is the top rung on the ladder and I am probably getting ahead of myself. I am content with doing whatever it takes when I am there, just nice to be involved, even if I am the underdog. You spend all those years raising children and then the tables turn and you are the child. It is the way of life.
Travelling along the highway gives me lots of reflection time, what is it about driving and playing your favourite music very very loud that spirits you away. I had in my sights the photograph of the You Yangs with the brilliant yellow canola fields in the foreground. Too dangerous to pull onto the side of the road so I moved into the service centre only to find from that vantage point there was a huge wire fence in the way. I am sure by the time I get it worked out the Canola will be flowerless for another year. There really is nothing quite like the expanses of bright yellow pastures that checker the highways around here in Spring.
Lou Rawls was Wayne, Simply Red was Simon, William Ackerman was Stephen and Bee Gees were Philip. How powerful is music for transporting you in time. Who needs a time machine?
Yesterday my ex next door neighbour,Emily, popped over, with tonsillitis. We talked through the door. I miss her. She always got me. Her friend, Rosie, lost her husband two years ago and is still feeling sadder each day. I understand. Somehow I thought that the pain and sadness of losing Simon would lessen as days go by, but they just move into another space. Reality is only just setting in after a year and that makes it all the harder to be without him. Mending a broken heart is for songs and lyrics. It is like being in a large paddock filled with boxes and I just move in and out of them...an endless maze. Too painful most of the time so distraction is the order of the day until I realise that that is all it is is distraction for distractions sake. Moments follow moments, days follow days, weeks follow weeks..............