New year dawns, and four days has passed. Hot cross buns have adorned the shop shelves. Debate is it too early for hot cross buns to be out or not has begun. I am a bit slow this year. I am yet to post Happy New on Facebook. I have been rather silent on facebook and even in my blogging world for sometime now. No, I am not depressed or despondent. Slightly sleep deprived and tired. Real world has taken over the virtual world.
Before I go any further. Wishing everyone a happy 2018.
Snippets/recap of 2017 …..
If only I could change the script for the start of 2017. For the first time in our married life, hubby and I spent New years eve separately. He had lost his dad a few weeks ago and was away in Sri Lanka. We bid good bye to many dear ones that December. It was just horrid. Hubby was away in Sri Lanka, my youngest in Japan and even my mum had to scurry to Sydney for another funeral. It was just myself and my eldest at home. A house that is usually full of people, chatter, food and pure chaos that day looked bare. For once there was no chaos but there was no joy either.
Slowly as 2017 progressed chatter, food and chaos crept in. My eldest Hari was doing well in his job and youngest was making his mark at University. Life was getting into a normal rhythm.
Then came the jolt. My niece lost her baby. She didn’t deserve a sentence as cruel as this. No one does. I don’t really understand the reason, meaning for such demises. I am told that there is a lesson in this. A lesson to say that life is short, live today as there is no tomorrow. I am not sure if I buy that theory wholeheartedly. Am I that dumb that I need a lesson from a baby’s death and a mother’s misery? Where was their chance to live and learn? I guess these are live’s mysteries that we have to trudge through.
Around October my eldest decided it was time to give his mother another cardiac stress test. He rang me from Perisher Blue ski slopes. He loves to ski and has a season pass. Every fortnight he drives to Perisher which is about 5-6 hours from Sydney with a couple of his mates. When he started the conversation “I’ve done it this time..” My heart sank. The brat realised I was on tenterhooks. He started to drag the story out, telling me details of what they had for lunch etc without telling me what injury he had sustained. I realised at this stage it couldn’t be that bad if he was in the mood to joke, but then again he is my son and that it was very possible that he was playing it down. Eventually I found out that he had injured his ankle. At this stage they didn’t know if it was a fracture or a ligament damage.
I packed up my bags and left for Sydney the next day. He had to undergo surgery and was on moon boots and crutches. His main concern and question to his surgeon was if he would be ready for skiing in December as he had planned to go to Canada. To my horror the Surgeon is also a skier and was very encouraging and worked towards getting him ready. He was given the all okay to ski in January rather than in December. My thoughts on the surgeon, well I think he is just trying to get more customers. Grr…
I returned home after about six weeks in Sydney. Musings…
I have no idea how I lived in that mad city all those years ago, school drop offs, tennis lessons, swimming lessons, karate, God!! I was mad. But if I had not lived there I wouldn’t have met some of those people that are so dear to me. Each time I return to Sydney we carry on the friendship where we dropped off last time. We may not call each other every day or write to each other. But it doesn’t matter as they are in your hearts and you are in theirs. I am glad I live in Adelaide but I do miss my friends in Sydney (and let’s be honest the shopping too)
It pained for me to see Hari in so much pain and discomfort. Each day brought about a new challenge. If I was to take anything positive out of this situation would be that I got the opportunity spend some time with Hari. I miss him so much and always think that he had moved out too young. But I gave him the nod so he could sour and fulfill his dreams. It was also a time I could spend time with my dear friend Rajee. “A friend in need is a friend indeed”
My youngest Arj turned 21 on the 7th of December. Pretty proud of this young man. Pretty proud of the cake I designed too for an aspiring young journalist.
Not so proud of my talents in Photography though. To read the entirety of what’s written on the cake click on the link above.
My nephew had a son and my mum turned 75 and my aunt turned 85. Thankful for all the blessings and using them to soldier on through the trudge.