Saturday, November 14, 2009

And life

So life is chugging along. We are mostly in the moment, as people with small folks are, tending to daily necessities, laughing at the things they say (Una especially is a clown at the moment), worrying about lost socks and library books, going to school and creche, marking papers (me) and applying for jobs (mostly Martin). We have times of sadness, sudden spaces appear and we fall into them, but not forever. We have found distractions to skirt around these spaces - cutting our carbohydrate intake except at breakfast time, I seem to be rewriting a poem I've been tinkering with for over two years into a sonnet and I had a half-hearted attempt at putting together a new PhD proposal (didn't get it done by the scholarship deadline, but I have a proposal coming together that I am happy with), making grapefruit sorbet (Martin). Grapefruit sorbet is a neighbourly affair. He and Una picked the grapefruits of our next door neighbour's tree last week. Today, after churning it in the icecream maker, he took some up to Tim and Sally across the road who were clearing their block. Martin went over unannounced and to them must have seemed to spring up from nowhere, sorbet in hand. Tim looked up and said 'It's like some beautiful dream.'

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'It's time to play secret gosh,' says Una.
'What's secret gosh?' Martin asks.
'Where I tell you a secret and you say gosh,' says Una. As they trip up the stairs I hear her high voice trill:'I love secret gosh.'

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This is not to say we are putting off the business of grief. Rather, grief and distraction are becoming part of the landscape of the everyday. It is not entirely unpleasant. We are enjoying loving the people we have lost, holding them more preciously in our heads. We are seeing the world through their eyes and grieving them and for them, for there is so much here to marvel at, tiny yellow flowers on the tomato bush (and the two tomato bushes that have somehow self-seeded in the flower beds, along with a wayward sunflower), the lushness of the pear trees, the joyful sound of a child breathing into a harmonica, the smell of coffee.

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There is another grief, Martin and I are aware that this summer signifies an End of Days for us. Martin finished his degree a couple of weeks ago, and he is now looking for A Job (psst, anyone want to hire a remarkable English/ICT graduate teacher, preferably within 20 minutes drive of St Andrews?) Four long years of full time study are over. Una was an infant when he started
now she is:
A Maid.
I am looking forward to what life has to bring (and if that should be polished floorboards, a coat of paint, a new couch and a gas oven I wouldn't object). But I am sad that time will no longer be our luxury.

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We have had a week of heat and the flowers in the front garden are starting to frizzle. Lucky I took a picture before it happened, several actually, but this view from the kitchen window is a favourite.

Bushfire season is no longer coming, it is here. We don't plan to stay and fight a fire (our old plan was that I would take the kids while Martin protected the house), our policy is to leave early, leave often, all of us together. Martin, after training all year with CFA, decided as his father was dying that his heart wasn't in it, at least for the time being. I am selfishly relieved. Una looked at him once, when he was all dressed up in his orange suit and hard hat and said, in a very small voice, 'Bye Dad. I hope you don't die.'

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Una demonstrates the concept of Heaven for my mum. 'Lalala,' (this is the bit when you're alive), then cac cac (she makes a noise in her throat, which signifies dying) then 'YAY!' because you're in heaven with all your friends and family. Here is a re-enactment.


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Una is also a rockstar.

She does want a haircut really. But probably not a stupid one.

10 comments:

  1. Oooh - Gosh. This is beautiful. I am sorry about your sister - but how well you told the tale of separation and repair, Penni.
    The shot of the garden is just lovely. Take care, all of you.

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  2. ...and of course the visuals of the young lady are great too :D

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  3. she's gorgeous Penn...I can't believe she is 4 now. sniff.

    life will change, new times will emerge, but you'll always be together :)

    i hope the weather cooperates for you this season.
    xx

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  4. What a beautiful post. I've been thinking of you. So strange that it's bushfire season there, and snow-in-the-evening scraping-ice-in-the-morning here.

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  5. One week of heat and the green is fading fast isn't it? Well we were complaining about the cold!
    I love Una's dress in the b/w pic. Catch up soon. :)

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  6. Lovely post Penni. Holding people carefully in our memories and thinking about how they saw the world, thank you for that.

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  7. I love secret gosh too. Or at least the sound of it.

    Our bushfire plan too used to be I'd leave with the kids and B would protect the house. But now they say 'Be aware it takes 3 adults to properly protect a house, not one bloke with a bucket and mop'. So our new plan is to leave too.

    (Where to is another matter. You can't hang around at Beastland for too long with a dog).

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  8. Thankyou, first for reminding me to get a copy of my house key for my friends so they can evacuate here with their dogs and cat should the need arise and I'm not home, and also for sharing the story of your family. I will cross my fingers for Martin's job hunt while simultaneously conducting my own with all the same "uh, that means no more playdates and storytime at the library and wandering around the gardens", which I will miss.

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  9. Frangipani1:27 AM

    We loved your visit. Una's interest in the death of all things was wonderous and by no means upsetting. If we saw a bee an ant or a spider we would talk about its demise. Iwas a little surprised at the mimicry in performance. Una has invented her own show based on performances of Una the focused kid that get there and her shadow angry Una who can never do any thing quite as good as Una. very entertaining I wish she had been with me at the Masonic craft market

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  10. Una's freakin awesome, isn't she?!

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