-Read these pamplets. “coping with bereavement”
-A letter came today for Watkin. Its for a ‘Behind the eyes’ diabetic test- February 12th. I have to call and tell him he can’t come.
-yellow pages… U- undertaker—no. F. Funeral director. David. Son in Father’s chair with the yellow pages
-hot drink? Yeah, a 5th cup of tea, a welsh cake
“ebb and flow and cycle of life, it is”
-“he went peacefully”
“there was a bug on the ward, but they let us in anyway. That’s when I knew.”
“He was reaching and grabbing at invisible strings, you know, like they do when they’re dying. Playing with the edges of the sheets.”
-“Sit here, read these pamphlets with Jo while we go for the papers. Before Hazel comes.”
-don’t forget Susan.
-church-chapel-Welsh-English-barial-cremate-“its all got to be…resolved, doesn’t it?”
oh, dear, dear. Dew, dew.
better ring your mother. Your orders, do your duty, bach.
“I always said, we won’t go from Ystradgynlais, ever. We’ll be here for ever.”
Hazel, Ann, David in the kitchen, standing, talking warped on the reflecting kettle. But it’s the electronic that’s boiling the water for my 7th cup (in 3 hours)
The cat came in- wide-eyed, wondering. “That cat has never stepped a paw over that doorway, never.”
Last night I was lying on the floor on my back, with my knees tucked to my chest. I breathed in deep, more aware than ever of my lungs as distinct organs in my body. A full breath in, held, released. Oxygen in my lungs, my blood, easy. And you know that’s all it comes down to. That’s it.
Ah, Cymru. My home away from home. When I saw this rainbow and started freaking out, frantically taking pictures like it was a UFO or something, my grandmother shrugged it off. Apparently, with
And forth (if I haven’t yet been distracted from my daydreaming)- lepricons.
Here it is folks. This beach is the thing that pulled me out of a short bout of situational depression. I was not feeling well after leaving
Hey! Look at Liz, sporting a lovely pair of
FISH!! Well, sort of. You may not typically think of the London Aquarium as a tourist hotspot when planning your London holiday, but it’s a really great one and if you looooove fish, like me, then I would certainly
recommend it, especially if you are looking for something less-touristy to do there. Along with the aquarium, Liz and I had a great Ethiopian dinner, went to the top of saint pauls (which leads to outside at the very top, much to our surprise- we thought we were going to the inside of the top, oh well, it’s a great view of the city) along with an evensong service there, a tour of the royal opera house backstage-another thing I HIGHLY recommend, and never would have thought of doing (thanks liz!) a walk down Portabella road aka my future street of residence, some off-the-beaten-track art galleries, down five story high tube slides at the Tate modern (if you don’t know what this is, do look it up!) basement jazz clubs, found some great little coffee joints (just our cup of tea…or, coffee, I guess(?)),
Saw Wicked the musical which was fabulous (this coming from a person who really could care less about any musical save Cats) and other things, which escape me as Liz did most of the picture taking and I don’t have them to jog my memory. We met up with some friends while we were there- Rachel, Liz’s friend of a friend who let us use her floor one night, Toni, Liz’s friend who graduated from K last year (Psych/art), cousin’s Tam and Laura, who gave us a tour of some of Shepherd’s Bush’s hot spots J and Katie, who I got to spend my last day in London chillin’ with.
This man came up to us in the Jewish quarter and started rattling off trivia about the architecture and history of the area, and asked if he could show us around a bit. Adam probably hated me for it, but I said “sure!” and he gave us a two hour tour, knowing something about what seemed like every building. He took us into a small Synagogue,
we met the kitchen staff. In the end of our tour he lead us to a dark alley way and stole all our money and our shoes—just kidding—he lead us to a Hungarian restaurant and left us to a great inexpensive meal. It was awesome. We found the image of Bill Murry in the big Cathedral there. Adam got a hair cut (of course) at a French salon. Saw some good museums/galleries, Hungarian film, met two British blokes we thought we could teach a thing or two about life…who in the end told us a thing or two.
Had lots of falafel, cheese-filled croissants, espresso, near run-ins with the transport officers (“controllers”) for riding trams ticketless, and continuous eye opening conversation.
And now? Now I a planning my last month in