We had a lovely family farewell for Daughter2 on Sunday, as she is moving to Perth to live today. I am going to pretend that she is just away on an extended holiday for awhile so that I won’t feel the finality. She knows that she can always come home – there is a bedroom for her in the new house.
As most of the kitchen ware and serving dishes are already packed in boxes, I resorted to paper plates for a simple sausage sizzle [Barbecue sausages and fried onion on white bread with tomato or barbecue sauce] with a little salad thrown in.
It was 35C today so we ended up inside, eating in the airconditioned house, but it was still a lovely day with our children, my sister and her husband, their daughter, her husband and three delightful children. It was our first gathering without Grandma FD, as we felt it was too far and too hot for her to travel, plus the house is a minefield of boxes, but there did feel as though there was a vacant chair at the table.However, in only a few weeks, if the house sale goes through, we shall be able to visit with her much more.
Daughter1 is now 21 weeks pregnant and she brought some little baby outfits that they purchased on their recent holiday to show us. I kept rubbing her tummy and telling the baby that it was her grandmother speaking to her. I am sure she was exhilarated to know that she was going to have me as her grandmother! She may call me, Grandma. I detest those silly names that some women ask their grandchildren to call them, just so that they can pretend that they aren’t really grandmothers.
I know some some children develop their own names and that is different (Mr FD called his grandfather, Graf), but women who refuse to acknowledge the ageing process and to be proud of being the matriarch of a family are so sad, in my opinion. We can deny time as much as we want, we will still die on the day we die…
And on that happy note, I will also add that the new school term starts today! Back to work I go…as much as I love my job, and enjoy working with my colleagues, it is hard to go back to work when things are so unsettled at home. I know I was fortunate to have two weeks to start packing, it would have been near impossible if I was working full time to pack in just a couple weekends, but it will be hard to concentrate on work. I can only hope that once I step back into the library, school life takes over for the hours I am there – it might be a welcome relief.
Three days and we will know whether we move now, or not; whether we need to beg, borrow and steal to secure the country house despite the tree haters.