December 19, 2012
Searching for a place
to lay my head tonight and for the next few days. It is a painful reality.
Vehement confirmed promises made several weeks ago and not upheld are certainly
hard to swallow without choking on founded contempt. Appear in the mirror like
the impoverished child with larger-than-life moon eyes who require daily food
rations across the world. It is near Christmas after all!
Theo is madly crawling
around on all fours across the tile floor to decipher a world from a toddler’s
perspective, assured we have covered all the bases for the arrival of his two
and a half year old cousin. Theo desperately craves the chance to pick up Uncle
Joe, Aunt Gi and his new cousin, Giovani at the airport. With their three
massive bags and a confident driver it is impossible in the pocket-sized car.
Theo is begging for an improbable solution. He pouts, stomps, screams, insists
and howls his irritation.
Police phoned to alert
Joao the car was recovered, blocks away. Whee!
Taelor is fraught with ill
health and fortunately completed her excessive final exams so she can sloth,
relax and enjoy her ultimate favorite holidays with a slew of cousins, my
siblings, their significant others as well as my father. It is difficult to be
so far away from them especially when Taelor is in time of need.
House spic and span, professionally
organized, decorated, beds freshly made up with the best matching sheets in the
house, laundry basket emptied after four loads washed, champagne in the frig
and snacks on the table. Dono is pacing the floor, blabbering to anyone who catches
her skewed eye that her youngest grandson is on his way! She can hardly stand the anticipation, has
been long showered and dressed up in her spiffy overly long transparent-sleeved
maroon blouse fronted with a startling paisley print, and shiny milk chocolate stretch pants that
hug her where a granny shouldn’t be hugged, fully made up and digital camera-ready
for the memorable long-awaited event. There are gifts pinched in glittery wrap
for both rambunctious boys.
Pending signals of
lodging are predicted but one never knows…may end up on the flea-ridden floral
lounger on the verandah! At least I can be on the alert for car nabbers.
No comments:
Post a Comment