Sunday, November 02, 2008

614 - swings and round about

The Weekend

The Upside is I got through my Day of the Dead in one piece.

The Downside is I didn't win lotto. $20 million would have been nice I guess.

But mind and soul being intact is no mere consolation.

What's more we spent all afternoon sweating over the garden bed. The dreaded trip to the Big Hardware Superstore that sends me into a meltdown like a three year old having a temper tantrum every bloody time. Digging in ten bags of mushroom compost, organic chicken poo fertilzer, laying down the lucerne. Good for body as my as soul I reckon.

And then just after we cracked a drink to celebrate on labours...it began to rain. Two hours of delightful wet stuff. Just what the garden needed.

Swings and roundabouts.

Lets hope the dead brothers birthday next month and Christmas go as smoothly.

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5 Comments:

Blogger Ann O'Dyne said...

and this night ABC1 screened another excellent Stephen Poliakoff drama on loss and grief.

My personal view of people who insist to "let it go" is that they are the sort who never really "picked it up" in the first place. passionless types.

oh and lotto "$20m would be nice" ? ... hell, $1m would be nice ... would you believe $100K and I'd be laughing like a drain.
wishing you luck next time

11:44 pm  
Blogger jo_blue said...

I followed you post back and read the original. I'm sorry for your loss and I agree, in some ways our culture is so stifled. Here in Malaysia, we did the Buddhist prayers for my father-in-law and grieved for 49 days (no meat because a life has been lost and another shall not be taken. Every year since (it's been 3) the immediate family get together and honour him by praying at his alter to send his soul up peacefully. We sing a Buddhist chant together and say a prayer in chinese. The children get to remember what a generous man he was and ask him to help them with their life. It's a little sad, but lovely that they get to remember him in such a positive way.

2:53 am  
Blogger docwitch said...

There isn't much support in our culture for the public expression of grief. We're just supposed to get on being normal and not alarm people with too much demonstrativeness. Maybe that's why we are such a culture of binge-drinkers, encouraged to push powerful emotions down and out of sight with socially condoned boozing.

Wouldn't be bad to do it like a Mexican would it? Gardening's a good thing though - being immersed in the life-cycle of the earth and its rhythms. It's certainly helped me in times of grief.

I hardly ever get lottery tickets (unless they're a gift). I'm always slightly shocked and appalled, and think there must be some mistake when I don't win the $20 mill. Which is why I probably shouldn't get them.

10:13 am  
Blogger Lad Litter said...

Feels like something's on your side when rain falls at the right time, doesn't it? Sprucing up the garden is such ideal feelgood labour too.

Condolences on the loss of your brother and hope you get through the week okay.

12:10 am  
Blogger Lene Andersen said...

Some years are hard, some are easier and I've yet to quite figure out why after a few easier ones, you get walloped upside the head with the grief all over again. And people look at you funny as if to say "you're not done with this yet?". Nope, not done, likely never will be done and damn, it'd be nice if we had a Day of the Dead.

Like the gardening antidote, getting your hands in life helps to shift the focus.

3:51 am  

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