Thursday, 28 October 2010

Skipping over the Ocean like a Stone



I must admit to feeling knackered.  There have been too many lackadays, lackaweeks and lackamonths.

I took my mind a walk
Or my mind took me a walk
Whichever was the truth of it.  (Norman MacCaig)

And my mind wanted :

*  to hear my good friend Dot greeting me with a
                      












* to muck about in my favourite 'shopping mall'  - Leicester Animal Rescue.


* to go marketing for fresh fruits and vegetables.

* to observe from my study the spouse coming home after a successful forage for milk in the shops.


* to potter about in my kitchen where I have a special accessory


who takes pride in having his own personalized cutlery.

From my kitchen I can delight in my two favourite snacks - burnt muffins and marmite on toast.




There are no spectacular views of sunsets and stormy seas.  But what I can see from my study window is good enough for me.


I  also managed to learn a little lesson about conservation.    As kids, if we did not polish off the food on our plates we either get a hard rap on the knuckles or a remark like  " your father worked very hard to put that food on your plate".   Why did it take the environmentalists that long to advise the public and why didn't the parents take on the responsibility?


I  would walk past these photos each morning when I woke up to get to the kitchen.  And I miss that routine.


I often think about my special room, my messy cluttered room where I store all my treasures past and present - where I could spend endless hours on my writing, sewing and my fiddle-faddle.

But this, the trees of Victoria Park are what we miss most of all.



I feel it is time to go  (to the other)  home, 6,572 miles away.

Insyallah we shall and soon,  once Iain  gets reasonably well enough to face the winter without having to fall back on the NHS.  Between Leicester and Kuala Lumpur - it's like being caught between two lovers.  But I should not complain - we are blessed - Syukur Alhamdulillah.



9 comments:

ph said...

aiyo ini betul betul homesick lah..

Canary said...

Dear AsH

I do not often have the luxury of reading your post and listening to the song you have chosen to accompany the posting at the same time. This time, however (with the boss being away and the freedom to turn on speakers), I read your writing to hear one of my favourite songs playing in the background, and reading what you wrote was almost like reading a song...

Thanks for reminding us of the simple pleasures in life. Speaking of home, I always remember this line from somewhere that says “Home is where the heart is...” Perhaps the home that is 6,000 miles away is where your heart is now...

Love from the weary traveller who will be going home soon too.

Awang Goneng said...

Hiya Sis!

The leaves are dyin' and droppin' and there's a chill in the air. Scientists have just discovered - so they say - that the discoloration of the leaves in autumn and their dropping is the tree's way of doing detox. They may say that but it's still the glorious autumn for me and ye, the saddest, beautifulest months before the dread of Yule.

Long time since we had tea in Whiteley's, and Whiteley's a dyin' every day. These are belt-tightening times, and there's a new daily now in the land, priced at a mere 20p and claims to contain only news that's fit to read (not to mention all the news that fits). And the man who's behind it? A former Russian KGB man now turned zillionaire. Blast, I should have been a Communist even as I was laughing at them. Some of those Maoists I used to laugh at in College are now bankers and are driven in magnum-sized cars. Be a Commie and count the money...later. Come back Sis and Bro, we'll take a shared subscription to the Morning Star!

Blast, that's not what I wanted to write when I set out here earlier. I meant to say I'm touched by Iain's choice of sudu and pisau at his table. The Tonic Chap Gajah spoon that came with the bottle! What? I've not seen that since that silly man popped out of the TeeVee every so often, singing [All together now!], "T-O-N-I-C, C-H-A-P, Tonic Chap Gajaaaah-ah, Tonic Chap Gajah!" Excuse the old spelling, that's how it was in dem days.

And that knife with the broken ivory handle. I swear I saw the very same in a charity shop near here.

Get strong, get well, Iain, and pack ye bags Sis, a misst ye sae muckle!

sunnysideup said...

...have a good trip home and come back home after getting all the dosage that you write about...

anak si-hamid said...

Thank you ph,

Do you think it will be good for me to move permanently to a moving train - like in Canada?

anak si-hamid said...

My dear Canary, thank you.

It's beautifully put - 'reading a song". I always knew you had a way with words. When you've settled down to your new home(!!) keep up the writing.

You must be home by now, weary traveller - good night and sleep tight.

Love from another weary traveller.

anak si-hamid said...

Dear AG,

Many, many thanks. You're like a real Tonic....Chap Gajah. (And I love the old spelling especially the 'e tanda'!

I enjoy your meanderings. It means your mind is all over the place, like mine!

You must be touched (by the fog and the rain) to love the TCG spoon and broken knife. There must be something odd with you men to revere odd broken things like that knife and spoon. Is that why you and Iain keep to the raggedy spouses. That's more me than that cool cat of a Kak Teh.

If you're lucky the old laird might allow you to touch his precious cutlery when you two come to Leicester. Let's forget about Whiteley - it's had its day.

As for the Russkie 20p paper, I don't think I'm mentally fit enough to absorb it. The world is becoming such an asylum I just want to tender my resignation.

But come autumn, insyallah we shall be back.

No to the Morning Star - I prefer Pocahontas.

Good night laddie and love to the old girl.

anak si-hamid said...

Thank you sunnysideup,

Maybe I can come home from home by train???

ph said...

Canada ?! Boey sai lah...

i rather both of you stay-put at No. 19 but gua boey sai selfish mah..