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 | | From: | Laurie Fleming | | Subject: | Interconnectedness | | Date: | Mon, 24 Jan 2005 22:04:52 +1300 |
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 | Woosh - that was middle age that just caught up with me, and is
technically slowly passing me by. Am I concerned? nah, not really. I
continue to (jointly) have a ball. My work is my hobby and I get paid
reasonably well for it. I live in Wellington. Me = sand boy.
What has piqued my enjoyment of life recently though has been the visit
from foreign shores (England-land) of my step-daughter, her boyfriend
and my twelve-year-old grandson. I look over that last sentence and
think, Bloody hell, that's really rather cool.
Ever since I've known my wife (over sixteen years), I've always known
about Sarah, but I've never met her. On New Year's Eve morning they
turned up for a three-week stay, and the whole visit was an unalloyed
delight (Clichés'r'us). I always knew it would turn out well, but not as
well as it did; I was very sad to see them go on Friday and I look
forward to their wedding in Birmingham next year.
We went up to Tauranga for a five days, with another nz.general-er, and
although the weather was lousy for four days and the rental car's engine
seized, we all had a good time and it was fun for us to show off part of
the NI to visitors, but really rather more than just visitors.
They're funny things, families. The only one I've ever had has been the
one I grew up in, with attendant grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins
and such. Important, yes. Enjoyable, yes. But it's only been what I've
always known. I've never been part of another family, and I find I
really rather like it.
Four or five years ago Annette and I were responsible for introducing
two people to each other - respectively our oldest or almost oldest
friends. They're now engaged and getting married in Australia in a
couple of months. I get to be best man and wedding singer for them - so
in a way I'm part of another family.
Everybody go, "Ah..."
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