03 Tuesday Jul 2012
No articles were edited, no emails read, no proposals written. Groceries remain unbought, clothes unlaundered. My postbox must be bursting at the seams.
Instead, I read a little. Slept a little, not quite enough. I bought flowers, and arranged them in a vase. I showed off this shop of treasures.
And pretended the hearts were secret messages.
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25 Wednesday Apr 2012
It’s the grey sky, and the chill in my toes. The unseasonal drizzle.
It’s being thisclose to a long, long, long weekend.
I’m so nearly, nearly finished knitting the scarf I’ve been working on for months.
At my desk, supposedly earning my salary, concentration is counted in seconds.
There’s hours, years, to go until I can drive to the airport and bring my love home.
Perhaps it’s all of these things. Today. Time. Is. Moving. So. Slowly.
(Hey, look at that. It turns out that packing boxes make excellent photo backgrounds. How lucky we still have so many lying around…)
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20 Friday Apr 2012
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Two friends were married last weekend in a (very) small town on the Eastern Cape coast.
Two flights, one there and one back. Both took too long.
Two oceans give South Africa almost 3,000 kilometres of coastline. I was happy to stick my toes into the warmer currents. Of course, I would have stuck my toes in no matter what the temperature.
Two mornings waking in bright sunshine with a mild hangover after drinking, chatting, flirting, dancing and laughing.
Two nights away were enough to make me miss my home and everything and everyone in it.
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