#10
Down but not beaten
~ What happens when too many opinionated people get together in a room?
~ It's confirmed. I'm down with either malaria or a very terrible flu. I normally sleep off my illnesses. This evening however, when I woke up from a rejuvenating nap feeling like a truck had run me over in my sleep, I knew there was more to it than a bad flu. I can't even describe how my head feels right now. It's not a feeling I wish on anyone.
~ My hand made journal is coming along. Sticking bits of paper together is the most interesting thing I can do when I'm sweating like a goat while trying to breathe through stuffed nostrils. Besides the monotony helps me think. I've got the front cover... unfortunately I don't know how to make it stop bending and folding up at the edges when I put it to dry under the sun.
~ Now that I have lots of time on my hands I don't know what to do. I considered learning a craft, maybe bead making, sewing, knitting, fish rearing... one of those. Then I remembered how continuous monotony drives me mad! Maybe if I had a baby... haha! Having babies out of boredom. The malaria has definitely entered my cerebellum or wherever it is the thinking takes place. Imagine hubby telling our child one day, "Son/daughter, your mum and I decided to have you because she was bored, you see, and needed something to play with."
~ I was looking through dad's old pictures. He grew up in the funky seventies with afro hair, platform shoes, tight shirts and fitting bell bottom pants. I found it hard to believe it was my dad. Back then he was young and free and lithe, without wrinkles and knew not what the future had in store for him. Someday I'll be old too, God willing. And my skin, my beauty, the gleam in my eyes will be remembered only by those who knew me in my youth. And my kids will probably laugh at how I dressed. According to hubby I'll be alone there because he will be the cool dad.
I often joke with him about how we'll look like when we're old with most of our teeth missing. He says God forbid he should still be alive when his teeth are falling out. I share some of his sentiments. Wouldn't want to be old to the point of being an invalid. Even if you had loving, caring kids, they will still wish deep down you were gone already so they could move on with their lives.
08/07/2007
