Filling in...
Ghin explores the green green grass of Stormont.
New carpets...and wait 4 it...
new washing machine. Oisin and i made a very big deal about the inaugural load of laundry... we did the washing machine dance when we loaded it in and started it. We have decided that it's actually related to the TARDIS because it glows and flashes beautifully when you switch it on.
Oisin enjoying a spot of Batman and Frubes
Hi there, sorree about the absence and mundane post...but these are our new things...carpets and washing machine and it's a great way for Ma to see them too. It's a beautiful bright October day in Belfast and although it's a little cold, it's also incredible that we have had such a mild autumn so far. Yesterday Lara came over for dinner and i made Pa's garlic prok ball soup with udon. She weren't so hot on the udon, but most of the poek balls were gone when she left. She had spent the afternoon getting her tatoos touched up and skinning a rabbit in her bath. Yes, she's that sorta gal. Jago on the other hand spent the afternoon with Oisin on the slopes of Stormont... which is where the pix of Ghin is taken at. He's beginning to stand very momentarily and he has taken to daddy like a duck to water. Yes, we miss Singapore, especially the ritual of tauhuay for breakfast and the swims, but life here is so busy that it's hard to imagine that only a week ago i was swanning around in the heat not able to do very much.
Read Thich Nat Hanh this am as i put Ghin down for his morning nap and he was doing the washing up dishes meditation. It was about bringing yourself into the moment and if you despised washing dishes, then you'd have very little chance in liking anything else very much. It's a bit simplistic the way i've put, but the notion that everything is a continuum is something which i'd deeply subscribe to now. I find it so hard to watch Newsnight now and the jousting of egos that hurt me so much. Should i ever get used to that? Somethings perhaps are no meant for getting used to.
I've been running twice since i got back, but running around lots. We still wake in the darkness of 1 am. the coldness of 4. Jetlag still here - it has been almost a week now. I have given myself two weeks to regularise and get a routine.
Most of the day is about the kids and cleaning, getting the place back in order. I have begun experimenting with knots now in carrying Ghin and it's pretty good. Yesterday i got him to rest on my back as i cooked and cleaned. He certainly preferred that to being left on the floor. It seems really very natural now to have him hanging about me and for some odd reason he doesn't seem at all heavy.
OK, must go now. We're going to get the Argos catalogue today for outdoor washing appliances. On a day like this we could get all the laundry dry outside. You know, sometimes, old thoughts of how doing housework is beneath me assail me. And then i catch myself. Doing housework is not beneath me. If done with integrity, love and generosity, it is a joyful task. And if done with your little baby son slung about you, it is pure bliss.
That, for now, is my truth. It is my narrative.
