New Year's delight

I have ten minutes, then C, G and I are off to catch the train into the city to meet Pop and Shuzie for lunch, a New Year's Eve lunch. I have never been an NYE fan - the searching for the best party, the feigned excitement, the slobbery kisses from strangers at midnight. Sometimes I have a braai at my house, last year I had something resembling a party, with people I love. This year, it's a DVD, and sleep, probably way before midnight, and a fresh, clear, 1st of January 2011.

I have a feeling about 2011, I'm not sure if it's good or bad, but it's expectant. I don't think I've had that before. What I wish for, for us all, is happiness. Happiness like that I have seen in my 17-month old little nephews over the last ten days - undaunted, unstoppable, crazy-shit happiness that makes them giggle amd squeal at small things. What a treat to have them here, they are delicious.

So, yes, a quick note. I have much to tell of those squeals, of the fascination of one nephew with his grandfather, of watching the bond develop, tight as tight can be, of Christmas lunches and family, of friends, and love, and a little tinge of sadness, but mainly of those delighted squeals. I'll be back soon, as soon as I have time. Right now, peak-a-boo, buzzing like a bee and pointing at the butterflies that hang from my roof, all to elicit that delight, is way more important.

Wishing you all out there a delight-filled 2011. Remember to giggle and see the joy in everything.

Shiny x

Full moon dreaming

I dreamt vividly last night (it being full moon and all) about an old boyfriend of mine (strangely, the same one as in that link, I just reread that post), from when I was still fresh-faced and fancy-free. I saw him from the back, amongst a crowd of people, but knew immediately from his walk, that it was him. He turned and our eyes met, and it was if the rest of the world dissolved, leaving just us.

He came over and we spoke and spoke. I can't remember what about, but it was familiar, and lovely. And then the bubble was burst by some of his friends, from the same era (people I have notbthought about in years), who bounded up, and joined in. It must've been a fascinating conversation. Pity I can't remember it.

I woke up in a haze of nostalgia and there were hundreds of 'What ifs?" flying about my room, like those silly Christmas beetles that bash themselves against the wall, over and over. I opened the curtains to let the cool breeze in before the swelter of the day began (forecast is 35 degrees today), in the hope the "What ifs?" would flutter out on the breeze.

Some of them did.