Growing old

We went to the old folks home yesterday. Chatted with two old folk. An elderly lady and an old man. The lady was really nice. I'm a bit creeped out by the man who kept getting me to feel his non existent biceps.

But what was in common was both reminiscing about their younger days and what they were then able to do. Now both are wheelchair bound.   Their stories are of the days when they used to do multiple no. When they supported their families. When they had the respect of people.

For the lady .. her name is papa ramasamy. She was a nurse. Used to live in a bungalow at 6th avenue. Has 10 kids and 13 grandkids. Was praised for her job by a white lady boss. Was invited to London but turned it down because her hubby cried that he couldn't manage the 10 kids himself.

For the guy.. He worked three jobs. Carried steel. Ran played badminton sports. He thinks he looks 30! He looks 50 plus or 60. He's 68.

I like that lady. She referred to me as her daughter. They just like having people to talk to. To have their lives matter.  

All I want to say to my friend

My best friend is expecting her first baby and I have so much I want to say to her

She's the best friend anyone could have. Fiercely loyal trustworthy funny adventurous strong .

She just got married two years ago. To a sweet Dutchman. I'm so proud of her. Her mum was trying to arrange a marriage for her and she gamely went with the whole slew of meeting guys . Am so so so happy she found her sweetheart. 

Now she's expecting her baby. I'm super duper excited. It's going to be so different for her as it was for all of us. I want to tell her it's going to be so fun so exciting and so very unpredictable and complicated . Let her know it's not easy. As a mum my god you have to bear with a world  of unsolicited advice! People making you feel you are less important than the baby you carry. It's a world of responsibility and also worry. Endless worry. A gushing of love like nothing before. The kids.. they become your world and you want to pull back from it too coz you know they will leave you one day that you have to let them go too.
Where you worry about the kinds of people you bring into the world. Where you get used to waking up every 2 hours  for the first few months.

It's amazing and scary and draining and rewarding all at the same time
The pride you feel for them the hurt you feel for them the blinding griping scorching love you feel for them and sometimes the crazy anger you feel at them!

Please God protect her and bless her.

Being late

Being late
For work
For dinner
For parties I organise
It's so normal

Carrot cake

My additions
Ginger
Apple cider vinegar
Chia seeds
Change white sugar to brown sugar

Boring waste of time

Want to sleep sleep sleep

Cdc questions

Why principles separate from eye

Poetry compulsory be wary of sentiments of teachers

Why not set text poetry instead of unseen poetry

Where is the interrogation of human condition in the eye

Why text at the centre not human condition or students

Will students be encouraged to recite poetry

Gpa

I rush you around
Floating markets
Where do birds go
Sestina
In my world?