Here I am …

The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go and not be questioned.

—Maya Angelou

There have been times – many of them, I think – when I have felt strongly that someone was about to hector me about something. Not Chic: he hectored me on so few occasions that I can no longer remember them. This feeling goes back to my youth – to my home and my school. Why it wraps its hood around me at this stage of my life is pretty weird and says a fair bit about me, alas.

But now …? Now I still experience the daily early morning waking up believing myself not alone, just for a second or two; but the – ahh – haunting hectoring :) has gone. Deo gratias (there had to be some usefulness obtained from my Catholic upbringing !). Just as well: it used to enrage me that a woman of my years could allow herself to shrink from being lectured again, just as she was 60 years and more ago. Seems to me that the greater part of my childhood was spent in having fingers wagged at me. Sighh …


The point I’m getting to so obliquely and slowly is that I’m in seventh heaven in my new place. I sit in any one of my recliner chairs with my laptop – once Lui has gone back to bed, this is – with the sun pouring in through the front window and the little side yard that has all my pot-plants in it deriving as much pleasure from this as do I … I put all last night’s dishes into my wonderful little Domain dish-washer and it’s just finished; I’ve had my second coffee for the morning from my totally excellent Breville Dynamic Duo – earlier than usual; I’m amusing myself with inserting all these unpaid ads, sort of; my doted-on handyman is coming this-arvo to hang all my photos and put up towel-rails and hand-towel rails; the MACS handyman has just brought back my rubbish-bins from whatever place they were taken to last evening …

Tomorrow I start taking photos. Be warned.   :)

Ah ! – life is good. La vita è bella, vero. It matters not that I am ancient: there is much joy to be found in the most ordinary, everyday things. I am finally home.



    1. Tenks, dullink ! And I even believe you. :)
      I think everyone down here is heaving large sighs of relief, tinged with faint speculation. I mean, how could MR ever be settled ?
      Well, I am. It’s peaceful. It’s private. It’s pretty. It’s bloody PERFECT ! [grin]

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  1. MR, I’m so happy for you! It’s wonderful that you’ve found a place that feels like HOME, where you and Lui can sleep and eat and enjoy the comfort of feeling safe and relaxed. Looking forward to the photos of your lovely new abode. :-)

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  2. Lovely to hear that you are settling in nicely. That spot by the sunny window sounds perfect and what I am aiming for in my new abode so that I may emulate the inspirational Margeret Rose. Hehe. Well at least it will be lovely to seat in my socks and jamies in the winter sun of a morning. Retirement has to have some pleasures. But the hectoring – was it as a result of dreams?

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    1. Dunno, Amanda. Since Chic died and I eventually moved past that – i.e., over the last 5 or so years – there’s often been a kind of hunted feeling. A shrink might have a field day with me !

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      1. Hmm. I wonder what a clairvoyant would make of that. I have always viewed clairvoyant as entertainment value, but I saw one recently and was a bit blown away by her highly accurate and specific comments or assumptions. Of course, it is open to wide interpretations. But at least they are cheaper than a psychologist and dare I say, more practical in their approach.


          1. P.S. It could be a potential unexplored niche in the economic market. You could form a compnay and outsource this via a website!!! Lol. You have the skills to do so! I remember you haranguing wordpress re their slovenly code, back in the early days of our blogging experiences.


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