“Be patient with yourself, nothing in nature blooms all year……”
Out with the old, in with the new! Am I too late to say Happy New Year? Oh, …and have you started your Happiness Jar yet?
It’s a new year and new “2017 things” are about to burst into our daily, boring life style, creating lasting memories. We cannot possibly expect to still get excited about old stuff like moving to Ireland and living in Homefield! Ireland is our home now, we know our way around a bit better, so, it’s time to move on to pastures new to create these memories.
All that Glitters….
I was staring at the carpet in the lounge on the 28th of December, thinking how much glitter I could see on it; when the phone rang. For a while there back in December, everything had glitter on it, even Phil’s nose and the kitchen table. It was our Homefield agent on the phone to say that they had secured a sale on Christmas Eve; and we needed to look for a new place to live. You could say that the glitter was knocked out of my world momentarily, but not for long. This had been expected. Once again we would begin the search for a needle in a haystack; a suitable bungalow, for Phil and I. Plans swung into place. But now, I can say 16 days later, lists are getting frantic and packing is half way completed and we have a new home too! Well as my sister in law says, a house; it is the people who live there that make it “a home.” More news to follow….
I was thrilled and surprised when I opened a Christmas card just before Christmas day, to find a letter inside it. I had known the handwriting before opening it. It took me back to the days long ago when Christmas post was always exciting; when your cards that came from afar always had letters in them updating family and friends about the past year’s news. How lovely to sit down that day in the last month of 2016, cross my legs and feel like I was in the same room as this young lady and old friend; sharing so much with me! My only Christmas letter! Thank You!
Then I wondered about something else. Do the younger generation of today even know what love letters’ are? Or is life really only in pictures now. A love letter was good for the heart and the soul, the most intoxicatingly powerful read known to man or woman; they were made for keeping. Tied up in bundles to read in years to come.
I still cannot believe it is 2017, when as a young woman I struggled to see past 2000; when the world might end; or daily space travel was the norm; or aliens ruled our earth. We laughed at the very thought of being able to actually see the person we were phoning still in their dressing gown; and in another country, impossible!!. We stood in queues to use a public call box when away from the home telephone, never called a “landline” then. It was the only line. If you were lucky to have one in your home.
Before Christmas I discussed my past life in South Africa with a young man who was on holiday in Ireland from there. We chatted about the Orange Free State long ago where the family lived for a while, and did cover the telephone exchange system in the OFS and how it worked in those remote areas.
The switchboard operator knew more about your life than you did yourself!
But 2017 it is…
Its in the Genes..
Now the search for a house was interesting and many different family members and friends had their own ideas about what we should be doing; method, system and what our future should be looking like! My daughters too; who not so long ago, were three little girls, who took instruction, some easier than others I must say, but have all grown up into wonderful women, with their own personalities, priorities and views. Now I wouldn’t have it any other way; so, my way of dealing with all suggestions was to listen, analyse and do what I wanted to do and what was best for us. A lot of the genes are mine anyway, so all suggestions went into the pot!
Rathvilly is our new village and our new home to be….. and we have the KEY! So must say good bye and get packing!!